July 30th. It was cloudy.
After yesterday's heavy rain, the air was rather humid, and the breeze was biting cold. The change in the climate indicated that the terrible Black Snow Season was coming. The sacrificial platform in the Light Church and in the square had been built, and a large number of people had gathered under the platform, clustered around the statue on the platform. Although the ceremony had not officially begun, the people had already begun to pray devoutly.
On the same day, at the break of dawn.
In the castle of the House of Chai, the main family of the Scott consortium. A figure secretly entered the castle from the side. Two figures were waiting at the entrance of the passage. The figure came to a secret room in the castle and took out a secret report. The cover of the report was engraved with nine stars. Nobles were very familiar with this symbol. It symbolized the main institution of the Holy Church – the Temple of Elements!
An old man wearing a black mask in the secret room seemed to know the identity of the person who came. He quickly took the secret report and opened it. There was a short poem by a famous poet on it. He glanced at it and his pupils suddenly shrank. His fingers holding the secret report slightly trembled. After a moment, he restrained his shock and said in a hoarse voice, "Go."
The shadow who handed over the secret report didn't say anything. He just nodded and quickly turned around and left.
After watching him leave, the black-masked old man put away the secret report, turned around, and entered another secret passage in the underground secret room. After passing through several corridors, he came to a basement where miscellaneous items were stored. He turned around and twisted the mechanism on the wall, closing the door of the secret basement under the miscellaneous items basement. He took off his mask and put it in his robe, walked out of the miscellaneous items basement, and came to the hall of the castle.
He looked at the sixty years old clock on the wall. It was still early. He took a light breath and slowly exhaled. His mood calmed down. He looked for the maid: "It's getting late. Get ready to work."
"Yes, butler." The maid looked at the old man and replied.
The sun rose and the warm sunlight shone on the window of the castle. The young ladies and young masters of the Chai family all woke up one after another. Some of the younger third generation descendants were curled up in their blankets, unwilling to get out of bed.
At seven o 'clock, all the ladies and young masters came to the hall. Even the third generation who liked to sleep in were no exception. Because at this time, their grandfather, the head of the Chai family, Chai Rostov would get up on time and come to the hall to enjoy breakfast with everyone. This was the way of life of the Chai family, and no one dared to disobey.
However, the young masters and ladies of the Chai family were waiting in the hall for a long time. They couldn't help but feel anxious and surprised. In their memory, Chai Rostov never got up late. His life was as regular as a marionette. This could only mean that there was something more important waiting for Chai Rostov's bed, and it was usually the business of the consortium.
For a time, everyone in the hall had different thoughts and guesses.
Chaistov's room.
Looking at the secret report handed over by the old butler, Chai Rostov rubbed his eyes and took the report. He stretched out his other hand. The butler took the glasses and respectfully handed it over to Chai Rostov.
After putting on his glasses, Chai slowly opened the secret report and read through it. Then, he slowly closed the report and handed it to the old butler. His facial expression didn't change much. His thick eyebrows were full of majesty and mysteriousness. It seemed like he had countless thoughts in his mind and could see through countless people's hearts.
"Old Master …" The old butler looked at him inquiringly.
Chai Rostov was silent for a moment: "This time, we must get this thing at all costs!"
"Yes." The butler nodded respectfully.
Chai Rostov put on his shoes and got out of bed. He changed his clothes and went to the hall with the old butler. In the hall, all the ladies and young masters of the Chai family stood up in awe.
After Chai Rostov sat down, everyone sat down according to their status.
The old butler passed the morning newspaper to Chai Rostov. He knew that Chai Rostov liked to read the newspaper during breakfast as it would save time and increase efficiency.
The first newspaper that Chai Stov picked up was not the newspaper of his consortium, nor the newspaper of the nobles, but the newspaper of the military. For him, he already knew what would happen to his consortium and what would be reported in tomorrow's newspaper. At his level, there were only two things that could shake the foundation of the Scott consortium. The first was the military, and the second was the Holy Church. Currently, the war at the border was unpredictable, and it was hard to predict the situation. He could only rely on the military newspaper to understand the situation. This war was not a life and death battle for him, it was a business opportunity for him to make money.
His famous saying was: "Where there is a struggle, there is a business."
This saying had influenced many rich businessmen. It was also the principle that he used to do business.
"Relying on the geographical advantage of the fortress and the military magic, they are still at a disadvantage?" Chai Rostov thought: "These barbarians who only rely on brute force actually learned to use strategy. Interesting."
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On the same morning, Huasheng consortium, Mellon consortium, Krylov consortium and other five consortia received secret reports from their staff in the 'Temple of Elements'. When they confirmed the above information, all the consortia were like silent beasts. But at the break of dawn, they started to move again.
Chai Rostov woke up from his bed. The Temple's newspaper had been distributed to all the castles. The silence of the morning was broken by the uproar. All the castles exclaimed in shock.
There were seven eye-catching words on the front page of the newspaper: Dean's new invention!
Especially the words' lightning rod '. It was the special color of the newspaper. It meant that it was an invention!
The same newspaper was also sent to Dean's castle and appeared in his hands. When he saw the news on the headlines, there was a faint smile on his face. In yesterday's heavy rain, he had expected that today's results would be out, and sure enough, it would be the result.
"The youngest 'epoch' medal winner in history. Mr Dean is only 16 years old. Today his third invention has been born. After the epoch-making legendary work [New textile machine] and the four-star medium grade [Military crossbow], the third invention [Lightning rod] has been born!"
"[Lightning rod]. Many people will be puzzled by the name. Isn't Mr Dean a wood architect? The author thought so too. But Mr Dean has told me what is a 'genius' and what is' extraordinary '. Everyone's guess is not wrong. As the name says, this is a lightning item! Yes, it is the most destructive lightning item in the Temple of Elements! "
"According to the identification of the Temple, master Eivissa, master Coase and master Mickey, the grade of [Lightning rod] is four-star!"
Dean browsed through the newspaper. Although there were some exaggerated modifiers, it was generally good. At least he couldn't pick out any problems. What surprised him was that the grade of the lightning rod was even higher than the military crossbow!
Four-star upper-grade, this was already close to the work of a fifth-grade grandmaster!
"The military crossbow is a military item. Although it plays a big role in the war, but the number of enemies it can kill is limited. Moreover, it can only be used in times of war. However, the lightning rod is a civilian item. Moreover, it can protect the lives of civilians. It can also save people's lives. The military crossbow is a kind of military weapon. In a battle, the two sides don't rely on each other's weapons, but whose weapon is the strongest. The role of the military crossbow is to dominate in mid-range combat. If there is a better weapon, then it can replace the military crossbow in this field. The military crossbow will cease production and become worthless. The only value is the combat concept that the weapon itself has."
"But the lightning rod is a lightning element work. It is the first time in many years that the giant wall has been able to defend against the lightning attack. It's already underestimated that it is rated as a four-star work. If they understand the core principle of the lightning rod, the magnetic field of electricity and other aspects, it is not an exaggeration to rate it as a five-star work."
In any case, he expected the lightning rod to reach the four-star level. After all, the Temple of Elements didn't only look at the work itself but also the current situation, environment and other factors to judge.
Dean saw the second news in the newspaper. It turned out to be about him. One person occupied the headlines and the second page?
"According to the Temple's statistics, Mr Dean's accumulated points have reached the level of senior architect. From today onwards he will be promoted to a senior architect …" Dean glanced at the newspaper and almost forgot about the points. Indeed, it was enough to promote to a senior architect after producing two four-star works. Most architects had to produce a large number of two-star and three-star works to accumulate enough points to be promoted to a senior architect. It was a hard requirement of the Temple. No matter how high the points were, one must have a four-star work in order to be promoted to a senior architect.
Similarly, an intermediate architect must have a three-star work in order to be promoted to a senior architect.
As for the masters of the Temple, the difficulty was much higher. They must produce two five-star works in order to be promoted to a master. Therefore, there was a huge gap between a master and an architect.
Nicholas who was standing behind Dean was shocked as he saw Dean reading the newspaper. Although he knew very little about the Temple of Elements but he still remembered the experience of a primary architect from the Temple. But now Dean was a senior architect. Moreover it could be seen from the newspaper that his status was much higher than an ordinary senior architect.
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Church Hill, the ninth castle.
Eivissa held the newspaper in his hand as his complexion turned ugly. Although he could find out who the creator of the invention was but he was too lazy to use his connections. In any case, the invention wasn't his. But he didn't think that this magnificent lightning invention turned out to be the work of this person!
How was it possible?
How was it possible for a sixteen year old boy to produce a top grade four-star item?
If Dean was from a tailor's family then he was able to produce the military crossbow which was his talent. But what about the invention of lightning? Genius? Genius?
He suddenly remembered that a long time ago, this young man came to the Shrine for the first time and came here to visit him. He wanted to be his assistant and participate in a project he had produced at that time, but he refused. He did not expect that today, the latter had achieved such achievements in lightning magic and entered the ranks of senior architects. If one only looked at his resume, it should be more magnificent than any other senior architect's resume.
Eivissa slightly gritted his teeth as he threw the newspaper on the table.
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In another Divine Castle.
Arsen was eating breakfast with a smile on his face. He was seventy years old this year. He knew that he didn't have many years left to live. So he often reminded himself to be happy every day. In fact there were very few things that could arouse his disgust and unhappiness. He didn't care even if his inventions failed. After all, he had failed many times in his life. So he had learned to laugh at failures. He also taught his students the same way.
However, when his eyes fell on the Divine Arts Daily, the smile on his face suddenly froze.
There was no trace of a smile on his face as he read the entire newspaper. His mouth twitched for a moment as he picked up his coat and left the castle.
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Ryan family.
Old Fulin looked at the newspaper in front of him. There was a smile in his eyes as he looked at Sander: "You see, I know that he will never do things that he is not sure of. The Mellon consortium has to swallow back all the comments that have been released by the Mellon consortium. I reckon that tomorrow the Scott consortium's newspaper will ridicule the Mellon consortium's news agency for accompanying singers. Haha! These defamatory words will add a touch of brilliance to his halo of glory. Even if it's just accompanying singers, he can produce four star top grade items. Don't you think it's amazing?"
Sander laughed as he heard his father's joke: "That's why the most powerful counterattack is your own strength."
"It's good that you understand." Old Fulin smiled.
Sander sighed: "It's hard to imagine that a sixteen year old civilian boy would appear in the line of sight of all the nobles every day. Moreover, he has occupied the first page of the Temple's newspaper. Perhaps today should be called 'Dudian Day'!"
Old Fulin's eyes lit up as he laughed: "Yes, this is a good opportunity to build momentum. Immediately contact Huasheng consortium and other consortia. Dean is hot and they are willing to sell him a favor. Let them write about this in tomorrow's newspaper. Haha! From now on, today will be 'Dean Day'!"
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