Chapter 314
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When Sergei and the others saw this, the look of expectation on their faces faded as they shook their heads and sighed. Nicholas said: "The weight of the spear is still too heavy. It doesn't have enough elasticity. It can only shoot a hundred meters away. If it is used to hunt big guys, it would be difficult to hit the target. Moreover, the distance is too close and the shooter is in danger."
Sergei nodded: "Yes."
Dean was lost in thought as he looked at the shark spear. Although he had expected the elasticity to be a problem, he still had to try. There were only two solutions. The first one was to reduce the weight of the spear and replace the material. The second one was to increase the elasticity of the crossbow. The lethality would be reduced a lot if he chose the first option. Although there were many materials to choose from, but the lethality would be reduced. Even if the target was hit, the effect would be greatly reduced.
As for the second option, the eagle tendon rope was the best rope at present. It had reached the limit of elasticity.
Dean looked up and asked Sergei, Gwyneth and others to put away the things. He needed more time to think about it.
Back to the castle, Dudian asked Nicholas to serve breakfast. He read today's newspaper while eating. He mainly wanted to see the movements of the Temple and the Mellon family.
"The youngest 'epoch' medal winner in history. The creator of the legendary new textile machine and the four-star military crossbow. Mr Dean's new invention has been born. It is reported that the new invention isn't a wood one but an extremely rare lightning one …"
Dean looked at the front page of the Temple's newspaper. He saw that his news had occupied the front page. In the past, almost all the news that made the headlines were about masters. However, he had occupied the front page as an intermediate architect. This point surprised many people. Dean's status would increase by a few notches.
Dean had expected that the news of the new invention would leak out but he didn't expect that it would attract so much attention. He was surprised but he was relieved after thinking about it. He had made two inventions in advance. The lowest one was the military crossbow and the new textile machine was a legendary item. It was the key to an era. There was no need to say more about its value. His third invention had attracted more attention than the second one. If the third invention was identified as a two-star or three-star item then his reputation was bound to enter a buffering stage. If the following inventions were only two-star or three-star level then it would be difficult for him to get into the headlines of the Temple. The myth of 'genius' would be shattered and gradually fade away from people's eyes.
Dean put down the newspaper and gently rubbed his fingers. He flipped to another newspaper. This was the newspaper of the Mellon Consortium. It was about the various industries under the Mellon Consortium. For the vast majority of ordinary people, they naturally didn't know that the Mellon Consortium was behind these industries. Therefore, the propaganda power and influence of this newspaper had been greatly enhanced.
"According to the staff of the Temple of Elements, the 'genius' Dean rarely went to the Temple recently. The success rate of the new lightning invention is very low. The road of 'genius' will die on the road of 'pride' …"
"According to the newspaper interview, the leading singer of the Moulin Rouge accompanied Dean to watch the song and dance yesterday …"
Dudian flipped to the second page and saw the news about himself. He slowly glanced at it and put away the newspaper. Ina, who was the head of the Moulin Rouge, was probably just an unknown singer who had been invited by the Mellon Consortium. One wanted to discredit him, and the other wanted to become famous, so they hit it off. Although he expected that the Mellon Consortium would make a move, but he didn't think that it would be so despicable. Many things were nonsense and completely baseless. But he couldn't fight back. If he sued the newspaper then the responsibility would be shifted to the singer. If he sued the singer then his image would be entangled with the singer. In short, no matter how he fought back, he would be defeated.
This was the means of the Mellon Consortium to smear his reputation.
Most of the common people were happy to see this kind of thing, and it became the best topic of conversation after eating and drinking. Moreover, most of the people believed in evil and doubted the good, so the only way for this matter to stick to him was to rely on his own works to speak.
"A group of rats …" Dean's eyes slightly narrowed. Although he was calm and rational enough, but he was still a teenager. It was inevitable that his heart was burning with killing intent.
Dean put away the newspaper and finished his breakfast. He went to the training ground and touched the firing crossbow. He was lost in thought.
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Temple of Elements. Castle.
Eivissa was standing in an empty room. He was looking at the metal tower in front of him. He was holding the design drawings in his hand. He carefully observed the parts and theoretical ideas in the drawings. From time to time he would look at the things in front of him. His brows were wrinkled. After a moment he turned to the second design drawing and continued to browse. He was startled when he saw a metal structure that looked like a base.
"This …" He gently blinked as he carefully looked at it: "Can it be like this?"
No one answered his words in the empty room.
The Temple's attendant stood respectfully on the side and didn't move.
Eivissa quickly flipped through the design manuscript. After a moment, he turned back and asked the waiter: "Who made this invention?"
"I'm sorry master Eivissa. This is confidential." The attendant respectfully replied.
Eivissa was startled. He couldn't wait to pat his head. He put away the design drawings and said: "Today is cloudy. It should rain tomorrow. We will wait for the thunder to test the effect. If it is successful …" His eyelids slightly twitched as he thought of this. If the design drawings were true then the value of this thing would be too great!
It should be noted that there were many lightning bolts during the rainy season and the black snow season. Many residents, including nobles, would be struck by lightning bolts. It was a small matter if the houses were damaged, but it would be terrible if people were crushed to death. Moreover, as far as he knew, the number of people who died from natural lightning bolts was at least a third of those who died from radiation. This was an extremely terrifying number.
"Yes." The attendant respectfully replied as he heard Eivissa's words.
Eivissa put down the design drawings and turned to leave the empty room.
Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
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