Dean left the castle after saying goodbye to Tiffany. He thought that he could learn from other people's experience and gain something. He didn't expect that the so-called seminar would stay at the basic level. There was no unique innovation. He was quite disappointed. But it wasn't that he didn't gain anything. At least he knew the level of other senior architects.
The weaker the others were the better it was for him.
Dean went into his underground laboratory after returning to the castle by carriage. The shark spear that he had made last time had a defect of insufficient launching power. He had thought of a solution in the past few days. Although it would cause an uproar if the method was exposed. But he had made the design drawings and the complete model as well as the overall concept. It would be the time to consolidate his position in the Temple. Moreover he needed to use his identity as a member of the Temple in order for Barton and Joseph to smoothly enter the military and the Holy Church.
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The Temple of Elements. In a certain castle.
Kepos sat in the chair and gently rubbed his neck. He threw the thesis in front of him aside. Since he had passed the age of 60, his health had been deteriorating day by day. In the past, it was very easy for him to hold the position of reviewing the thesis of a senior oracle. After all, the number of senior oracles was limited, and the time for seminars was even less. Often, there were only seven or eight theses in a month, and if there were more than ten, he could finish reviewing them quickly and effortlessly. But now, before he had even finished reading a thesis, he felt his shoulders were sore, his muscles were swollen, and his vision was a little dizzy.
He leaned on the chair and gently gasped for breath. He looked at the maid next to him.
The maid had served him for many years. She immediately came over to help him massage his shoulders.
"Alas, I'm getting old …" Kempos sighed. He was no longer in the mood to conceive new theurgy. After all, he was a master. If the theurgy he conceived was too low-level, it would only lower his value. High-level theurgy required a lot of energy to conceive and produce. He was powerless to do so. He could only impart some of his own inspirations to his students and let them study and produce them. If they became famous, this glory would also accumulate to him. He only needed to review a senior oracle's research paper every few days to receive additional generous rewards from the Shrine. However, this dignified and easy task made him feel a little strenuous.
He had thought of using his identity to exchange for "God's Blessing" in the Divine Hall to transform his body and restore his vitality. The Divine Hall also advocated this, and even had a discount for old masters like him. However, he had heard some rumors about God's Blessing. Coupled with what he had seen and heard, he did not want to touch this filthy thing. Even if the latter could bring him a body full of power and a long life, he did not want to touch it.
"Master, this is the monthly thesis of the Thirteenth Castle." A middle-aged man dressed like a butler carefully entered the room.
There was a trace of irritation in Ke Pos' heart, but he still nodded and said, "Leave it here."
The butler respectfully presented it and retreated.
Kepos glanced at the clean cover of the thesis. He was too lazy to pay attention to it. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the kneading of the maid. After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the thesis that had just been presented. "Recently, our wood faction has a little guy named 'Dean'. He has been promoted to senior architect. It seems that he has been assigned to the Castle of the Thirteen Castles …"
Thinking of this, he immediately sat up straight. The maid immediately stopped and retreated to the side.
Kepos was satisfied with the neat handwriting. He glanced at the paper and soon saw the word 'Dean'. The more he read, the more surprised he became. After a moment he closed the paper. There was a trace of thought in his eyes: "It seems that this little guy's shortcomings aren't as long as we old guys think. He has been in the Temple for less than a year but he is able to analyze a small plant like 'thorn' so thoroughly. His perspective is also very sharp. In the future he will not only become a master but also a relatively outstanding master. Then with the help of the 'epoch' medal, it is possible to get the title of 'outstanding master'."
He pondered for a moment and immediately picked up the pen to write.
"Such a talent should be roped in as soon as possible while he's still young. The financial group he belongs to is the New World Financial Group, and he hasn't been invited by any other financial group. It's clear that he's a loyal person." Kepos wrote his comments and reward points at the end of the thesis. He gently blew the ink to dry faster. Then he took out a letter and put it into the envelope. He called the butler: "Send this letter to architect Dean. I have finished reviewing the thesis. Send it back."
The butler was surprised for a moment. He turned around and retreated.
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The thirteen castles.
Tiffany, the old man in the red cotton-padded jacket, the middle-aged man with an aquiline nose and another middle-aged man in black suit were sitting in the manor. They were drinking afternoon tea. They were chatting about their own insights and curiosity.
"Since the emergence of the metal alloy, steel and alloy materials have quickly occupied the market. Our wood appliances and inventions have fallen behind. Even our bows have fallen behind. In the past, we used to use wooden bows. But now those guys from the metal family are trying to use steel to make bows and strings. Humph! They don't even think about elasticity." Another middle-aged man in black suit snorted.
Tiffany nodded slightly. She had a deep understanding of the situation. The elimination of wood from the market was a big blow to the architects of wood element. It meant that their wood element could be replaced by the metal element. Moreover, it would be better than the metal element.
"I have been studying the difference between wood and metal recently. I believe that the importance of wood is absolutely greater than that of metal!" The old man in the red cotton-padded jacket had a profound look in his eyes. His life's hobby and energy were dedicated to wood. His feelings towards wood were deep in his bones. When he was young, he would hug wood to sleep every day. He couldn't accept that cold metal could replace wood.
The middle-aged man with an aquiline nose snorted. He was about to say something when suddenly a carriage came from outside. A man came down from the carriage. It was the middle-aged butler who had been in front of Kepos. He saw Tiffany and the other three people in the manor. His eyes lit up as he strode towards them: "Why are you so leisurely?"
The old man in the red cotton-padded jacket was obviously very familiar with him. He was surprised when he saw him: "You finished the review so quickly?"
"Well, Master Kepos was reviewing another paper today. You happened to catch up with him so you reviewed it together." The middle-aged butler said with a smile.
Tiffany laughed: "That's good luck. Let us have a look. What is the result?"
The middle-aged butler smiled and handed the paper to her: "You read it first. I have something to do. See you later." Then he turned around and left. He got on the carriage and went straight out of the castle.
As the carriage drove away, Tiffany quickly opened the wrapping paper on the outside of the paper. She quickly glanced at the comments and rewards at the end. She was surprised. "Two hundred points? So many points? "
The old man in the red cotton-padded jacket moved closer to take a look and was also surprised. He said with joy, "Just the first one is worth 200 points. This is equivalent to the points of a two-star divine art work. Wouldn't it be 600 points if there are three of them? Take out ten percent and give it to us. We can get more than a dozen points. Ha ha … "
The hooked-nosed middle-aged man's heart skipped a beat. Although he was a high-ranking architect, it was still a big profit to get 200 points from a seminar. After all, even as a high-ranking architect, it was not easy to produce a two-star divine technique.
Tiffany sighed: "Just the 'thorn' plant has so many points. If we write down all the other plants in the plant illustrated handbook, wouldn't we be able to get master's points?"
The old man in the red cotton-padded jacket smiled: "You are thinking too much. This time we gave two hundred points. It should be because of the use of this thinking. Any plant can be analyzed and used according to this thinking. So if we use this method to study the next plant, I estimate that we can get ten consolation points."
"That's true." Tiffany opened the second chapter and saw that it was still 200 points. There was also a hint of appreciation in the comments. But when she opened the third chapter, a smile appeared on her face. She blinked her eyes and looked again. There was no point reward. The comments were very simple: "Not feasible!"
The aquiline nose middle-aged man guessed that the third paper was his. His heart jumped as he saw Tiffany's stunned expression. He was pleasantly surprised. Could it be that he didn't get 200 points?
Tiffany looked up at him and saw the surprise in his eyes. The corners of her mouth twitched as she took out his paper and handed it to him.
The aquiline nose middle-aged man quickly looked at the paper. His heart was filled with excitement. He was stunned on the spot.
When the old man in the red cotton-padded jacket saw his expression, he immediately consoled him, "Since Master Kpos says it's not feasible, it means that there's still some problem here. I think if we want to understand more, we should visit the military and understand more. Perhaps we'll know where the problem lies."
The aquiline nose middle-aged man's face turned blue and red. He gripped the paper and left.
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Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Dudian got up on time. He ate breakfast while reading the newspaper. At the same time he told Nicholas to rent a mammoth carriage. He also told him to prepare some wrapping cloth.
"Military newspaper."
"The barbarians have occupied the Red Maple Mountains. The terrain is easy to defend and difficult to attack. The military launched the fourth night attack at 7 o 'clock yesterday. The effect was obvious and the barbarians were defeated … It is reported that the barbarians are coming to the Red Maple Mountains. The army hasn't occupied the Red Maple Mountains yet but they were attacked again …"
Dudian glanced at the newspaper. He was in a high position and had many exchanges with Old Fulin. He had learned how to read the newspaper. The fourth night attack was true but the barbarians were defeated … It was likely that they were only able to annihilate a small team. Moreover he had seen the map and deduced the terrain of the Red Maple Mountains. According to the number of troops sent by the military, it would be too difficult to attack the Red Maple Mountains unless they sent the guards. If the guards were dispatched then it would be recorded in the newspaper.
But it didn't mention the guards. So it was difficult to attack the Red Maple Mountains by relying on the surface soldiers of the military. He had guessed the purpose of the military. They were ready to carry out the final defense at the walls of the living area. The current attack on the Red Maple Mountains was just a symbolic harassment to express their duties. They didn't want to be gossiped by consortiums or Holy Church.
As for why would they rely on the walls of the living area to defend? In the past few days, Dean had been thinking about this problem. There were many reasons, but he thought that the two most likely reasons were: First, relying on the wall defense could reduce the consumption of military soldiers. Second, through the wall defense, it could reflect the sacrifices and efforts of the military to protect the civilians. Thus, it could win the love of the people and quell the grievances caused by the military's repeated conscription during the defense of the fortress.
"Not only do I have to win the war but I have to maximize my own interests …" Dudian put down the newspaper and muttered. He felt that he had learned a little bit but he didn't reap the joy of the harvest.
He sat quietly in the hall after breakfast. He was thinking about other things. His left hand gently rubbed a lump of soft clay. This was another method he had thought of to exercise the flexibility of his left hand. It wasn't mud but plasticine. It could be easily made with the current technology. It wasn't difficult to make. It could be made with salt, oil and flour as the main materials.
He rubbed his left hand into a ball. Plasticine was small and portable. He could exercise at any time. Moreover he didn't feel it so he wouldn't feel sore no matter how long he rubbed it.
A moment later, Nicotine returned and said, "Young Master, everything you wanted is ready."
Dudian nodded and continued to wait.
Sergei and Gwyneth came back after a moment. Both of them were a bit less casual in front of Dudian. In the past few days they had a clear understanding of the youth's energy and background. They used to think that Dudian had someone behind him so they were worried about him. But after a period of contact they knew that the youth's background was him!
Dudian had brought back a lot of letters and people who had come to visit him in the past few days. There were journalists from news agencies, diplomats from large consortiums, ordinary nobles, rich businessmen and so on. There were all kinds of people. It showed how powerful the head of the castle was. He wasn't inferior to the nobles or business tycoons who had been in business for decades.
"What's the situation there?" Dudian asked.
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