Chapter 361
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"Kroen, go and contact Huasheng consortium and Scott consortium. I'm going to hold a conference." Dudian ordered Kroen.
"Yes." Kroen nodded and left.
"Conference?" Old Fulin looked at Dudian in surprise: "Are you going to announce your invention? I've only heard about product conferences. I've never heard about an invention conference. Won't your invention be leaked? "
Dudian replied: "The Temple has used the aura of the God of Light to beautify it. I've submitted my invention so there's no need to worry about leakage. I'm just going to introduce my invention to attract the attention of the people."
The previous five reporters were mainly focused on the issue of him making peace with the barbarians. They thought that this was a hot topic. Although he had repeatedly changed the topic to theurgy, these reporters who were sent to interview him seemed to be experienced elites from their respective newspapers. They did not get sidetracked by his topic. Therefore, they had to specifically report on the theurgy conference to divert the public's attention.
"Will this work? If the golden wall is as you have speculated and a war is breaking out then tomorrow's headlines will be occupied by the war topic. It would be difficult to publish your invention even if you hold a conference. It would be a waste of an opportunity." Old Fulin was worried.
Dudian said: "So we have to create enough explosive points to attract people's attention."
Old Fulin was startled: "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Dudian laughed: "Take care of your body. That's the biggest help you can give me."
Old Fulin smiled.
At this moment, a guard at the door ran over and reported: "Old Patriarch, Young Master Du, there is a carriage from Deities Templar coming."
"Carriage from the Temple?" Dudian was surprised.
Old Fulin looked at Dudian in doubt.
"Prepare to welcome them." Dudian ordered the guard.
After a moment the carriage stopped in front of the castle. Three people got off the carriage. They were wearing the pure white clothes of the Temple. They respectfully greeted Dean. The leader was a middle-aged man with neatly combed hair: "Architect Dean, I'm a reporter from the Temple. I'm here to interview you mainly about your new invention. Please cooperate."
Dudian's eyes flashed as he nodded: "No problem. Please sit down and serve tea."
The maid served tea to the three of them and brought over chairs.
"Oracle Du, I just learned that you have submitted a new divine art. Can you tell me what kind of new divine art it is?" The middle-aged man politely asked.
Dean smiled and pondered: "It's a bit hard to say what the specific type is. In short, it should be suitable for any field."
"Any domain?" The middle-aged man was startled.
Old Fulin who was sitting next to him was also shocked.
Theurgy was divided into nine schools, and each school had two main categories of theurgy: military and civilian. Military theurgy was further divided into close-range, long-range, offensive, defensive and so on. Civilian theurgy was even more diverse, divided into manufacturing, sewing and so on.
An invention that could play a very important role in a certain category was already a top-level invention. Not to mention that it could be applied to any field. It was simply unheard of!
The middle-aged man recovered and said: "Architect Du, aren't you exaggerating a bit? According to my six years of experience in the Temple, I have never heard of any kind of magic that can be applied to all fields. Even the most popular plastic magic doesn't cover such a wide range of fields."
Dudian smiled: "I believe in your professionalism but I hope that you can believe in my judgment as a senior architect. I'm not exaggerating. If I have to say which field I'm best at then it's the military. Especially in large-scale wars it has an incredible role. It's no exaggeration to say that I can easily slaughter an army of ten thousand as long as they use my invention!"
"Uh …"
Old Fulin and the middle-aged man were speechless. How could a team of a hundred people slaughter an army of ten thousand? This was a hundred-fold difference in military strength, not to mention a "frontal" massacre. Are you kidding me?
The middle-aged man was stunned for a long time before he gradually reacted. He couldn't help but say: "Although I believe in your judgment, isn't this a bit too exaggerated? It's simply a miracle. Are you saying that what you created is a legendary military magic?"
Dean replied: "The Temple will judge whether it is a legendary item or not. But I believe that the power of my invention is not inferior to other legendary items in the military field!"
The middle-aged man choked again.
Old Fulin was shocked when he heard Dean's words. Dean's current status meant that he couldn't speak nonsense. Once he deliberately exaggerated and created gimmicks, it was estimated that the whole castle would be flattened in an instant. Even if the magistrate came out to maintain order, it would be difficult to stop the surging anger of the people!
Middle-aged man saw Dean's confident expression. He hesitated for a moment but signaled to his assistants to record Dean's words. He continued to ask: "Architect Dean, have you thought about the name of the new invention? What should we call it?"
Dean thought for a moment: "Let's call it 'steam'."
"Steam?" The middle-aged man was a bit surprised, but he still nodded and continued to ask: "Well, then may I ask, did you have a hard time researching steam magic?"
"Yes, it takes a long time. It's a very complicated process."
"Did you come up with all your divine incantations yourself?"
"Yes."
"Did you ask anyone to help you with your invention?"
"No."
The interview lasted for more than half an hour. The middle-aged man and his two assistants said goodbye to Dean and Old Fulin. They got into the carriage and left.
"They didn't ask anything about your disappearance. It seems that the old saying 'rumors stop at the wise' is very reasonable." Old Fulin looked at the middle-aged man and the others leaving.
Dean calmly replied: "It's not that they didn't ask but they came to help me to restore my momentum."
"Help you?"
"I'm a member of the Divine Hall and a genius with great potential. I'm a rare figure for the Divine Hall. After all, the Divine Hall is under the command of the Holy Church. Although the army and the Holy Church seem to be in harmony on the surface, it's hard to guarantee that there's no friction behind the scenes. In any case, the Divine Hall doesn't want to see me fall. Even if I die, it's just a loss of a genius. But this time, the shitty hat that was put on my head is too smelly. It will even affect the image of the Divine Hall. A dignified genius of the Divine Hall colluding with barbarians will bring shame to the Divine Hall."
Old Fulin sighed: "Indeed, no wonder the weather is so bad. You have come to interview in the rain. Although the war will occupy the main cover, but at least there will be a page for you."
Dean narrowed his eyes: "I don't want just a page."
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Outer edge of the commercial district. On the golden wall.
Under the lead of the captains of each battalion, rows of soldiers quickly ran up the city wall along the steps behind the city wall. The rain was pouring down, and everyone had a layer of military raincoat draped over their armor. However, in this urgent battle situation, it was inevitable that the rain would splash on their faces, necks, and hands holding weapons as they ran. It was just that the commotion outside the city wall was fierce, and the situation of the battle was urgent, so no one had the time to pay attention to the splashing rain.
"Ow!"
"Ow!!!"
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