After bidding farewell to Tiffany Mi, Dudian left the Citadel directly.
He thought he could learn from other people's experiences and gain something this time.
Unexpectedly, the so-called seminar on magical arts only focused on the discussion of basic magical arts, and there was nothing unique about it.
He was quite disappointed with the groundbreaking innovation, but it was not without its benefits.
At least he got to know the level of other high-level divine envoys.
The weaker the other person, the better it is for him.
After returning to the castle in a carriage, Dudian immediately got into his underground laboratory.
In the past few days, he had already thought of a solution to the problem of insufficient launch power of the shark lance weapon he made last time.
Although if this method is exposed, , would cause an uproar, but he has already controlled Once the design drawings, the complete divine model, and the overall concept are pushed out together, it will be the moment to completely consolidate his position in the temple.
Moreover, in order for Barton and Joseph to smoothly enter the Holy See and the military, He also needs to use the identity of the temple.
Temple of Elements, in a certain castle.
Quepos sat on the chair, gently rubbed his neck, and threw aside a theological paper in front of him.
Since he passed sixty years old, his health has been deteriorating.
He used to be a senior divine envoy to study the paper.
The position of review is extremely easy.
After all, the number of senior angels The volume is limited, and there is less time for seminars.
There are often only seven or eight papers in a month.
If there are more than ten papers, they can be reviewed quickly and effortlessly.
But now that he has not finished reading a paper, he feels My shoulders were sore, my muscles were swollen and painful, and my vision was a little blurry.
He leaned back on the chair, panting slightly, and glanced at the maid next to him.
The maid had served him for many years and immediately understood and came over to help him rub his shoulders.
"Hey, I'm getting old," Quepos sighed.
Now he has no intention to conceive new magical arts.
After all, he is a master.
If the magical arts he conceives are too low-level, he will only lose his worth.
However, high-level magical arts are useless.
It doesn’t take a lot of energy to conceive and produce.
He was powerless and could only Some of his own inspirations and ideas are passed on to his students for them to study and produce.
If they become famous, this honor will also accumulate to him, giving him face, and he only needs to review it every few days.
By writing a research paper on a senior divine envoy, one can receive extra generous rewards in the temple.
However, this decent and easy job now makes him feel a little strenuous.
He has thought about it several times, relying on his identity to redeem the "God's Blessing" in the temple, transforming his body, and rejuvenating the body.
This is also advocated within the temple, and there are even exchange discounts for older masters like them.
However, he had heard some rumors about God's blessings, coupled with what he had seen and heard, he did not want to get involved in this filthy thing, even though the latter could bring him a powerful body and a long-term life.
He didn't want to touch it either.
"Master, this is this month's magical essay from the Thirteenth Fort."
A middle-aged man dressed as a butler from outside cautiously entered the door.
Quepos felt a little bored, but he still nodded and said, "Leave it here."
The steward respectfully presented it and then left.
Quepos glanced at this magical treatise with a clean cover, and was too lazy to pay any more attention to it.
He closed his eyes and quietly enjoyed the maid's massage.
After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on the magical treatise that had just been presented.
On the paper, "Recently, the little guy named Dudian from our wood department has just been promoted to senior divine envoy.
It seems that the castle he was assigned to is the Thirteenth Castle."
Thinking of this, he immediately sat up straight.
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When the maid saw this, she immediately stopped and stepped aside.
Quepos opened this magical treatise and read it.
The handwriting on it was neat and tidy, which made him quite satisfied.
He glanced at it briefly at first, and soon saw the word "Dudian", and then he looked at it carefully and read it again.
He stood up, and the look of surprise on his face grew bigger and bigger as he looked at it.
After a moment, he retracted his gaze from the end and closed the thesis on magic.
There was a trace of thought in his eyes, "It seems that this little guy's The shortcomings don't seem to be longer than we old guys imagined.
I have only been in the temple for less than a year, but I can analyze a small plant like thorns so thoroughly.
I also have a sharp perspective on the problem.
It is a malleable Talent, in the future he may not only become a master, but also a relatively outstanding master.
When the time comes, he can use some tricks to obtain the title of outstanding master through the qualifications of the Era Medal. " He pondered for a while and then immediately picked up the pen to write.
"With such a talented person, we should win over him as soon as possible while he is still young.
The consortium he belongs to is the Xinshi Consortium, and he has not been invited by other consortiums so far.
This shows that he is a person who values affection and righteousness."
Quepos thought in his mind.
With the pen in his hand, he quickly wrote his comments and reward points at the end of the three signed papers.
After finishing writing, he blew lightly to make the ink dry faster, and then took out a letter from another place. , started writing quickly, and finished it quickly.
He stuffed the letter into the envelope, called the butler outside, and said: "Send this letter to Divine Envoy Dudian.
I have already reviewed this paper, please send it back."
The butler was stunned, quickly accepted the offer, turned around and left.
In the Thirteen Citadel.
Tiffany and the old man in the red cotton jacket, as well as the hook-nosed middle-aged man and another middle-aged man in a black suit were sitting in the manor, drinking afternoon tea while chatting about some curious questions about their insights and explorations in magic.
"Since the metal alloy came out, steel and alloy materials have quickly taken over the market.
Our wood tools and magical skills have fallen behind, including bows.
In the past, they were all wooden bows, but now those guys from the metal system are trying to use them.
Steel is made of bows and strings, huh, don’t even think about elasticity,” another middle-aged man in a suit snorted.
Tiffany nodded slightly.
She understood deeply that the elimination of wood from the market had a huge impact on wood envoys like them.
This meant that their wood-based magic could be replaced by gold-based magic, and it was superior.
And win.
"I have recently been studying the difference between wood and metal.
I believe that the importance of our wood system is definitely more important than that of the metal system."
The old man in the red cotton jacket said with deep eyes.
His lifelong hobbies and energy have been dedicated to the wood system.
He has a deep understanding of the wood system.
His feelings are deeply rooted in his bones.
When he was young, he slept with wood in his arms almost every day.
He absolutely could not accept that cold metal could replace the wood that could make fire.
The middle-aged man with a hooked nose snorted softly and was about to say something when suddenly a carriage came outside and a person got out of the car.
It was the middle-aged butler who was in front of Quepos before.
He saw Tiffany in the manor at a glance.
The eyes of the four of them brightened, and they immediately strode over and said with a smile: "They are all so leisurely."
The old man in the red cotton jacket and others were obviously very familiar with him.
They were surprised when they saw him and said: "The review was completed so quickly."
"Well, Master Quepos happened to be reviewing another paper there today.
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You happened to be in time, so we reviewed it together."
The middle-aged butler smiled.
Tiffany smiled and said: "This is good luck.
Let us see what the result is."
The middle-aged butler smiled, handed her the paper in his hand, and said: "You guys read it first, I have something else to do, see you later."
After saying that, he turned around and left, got on the carriage and went straight out of the castle.
As the carriage drove out, Tiffany Mi quickly opened the wrapping paper outside the paper and quickly scanned the comments and rewards at the end.
She was suddenly shocked, "Two hundred points, that's a lot."
The old man in the red cotton-padded jacket was surprised when he saw it closer, and said happily: "It's just that the first one is two hundred points, which is equivalent to the points obtained by a two-star magical work.
If there are three items, wouldn't it be six hundred points and one hundred points?"
If you give us ten points, you can get more than ten points, haha."
The hook-nosed middle-aged man next to him felt his heart skip a beat.
Although he was a senior divine envoy, getting 200 points for participating in a seminar was still a big profit.
After all, even as a senior divine envoy, he was not just a random person.
You can easily create a two-star divine skill.
Tiffany sighed and sighed, "Just one plant called Acanthopanax has so many points.
If we write all the other plants in the plant illustration, wouldn't we be able to get the master's points directly?"
The old man in the red cotton jacket smiled and said: "You are thinking too much.
I gave you two hundred this time.
It should be because of this kind of utilization thinking.
Any plant can be analyzed and utilized based on this thinking, so I will use this method to study it again."
A plant would probably be good if it could get ten consolation points.”
"That's true."
Tiffany opened the second article.
Sure enough, there were still 200 points on it.
There was also a sense of appreciation in the comments.
When she opened the third article, the smile on her face was stunned and she blinked.
I blinked and looked again, and found that I was right.
There was no reward points at the bottom.
The comment was simply: "Not feasible."
The hook-nosed middle-aged man guessed that the third paper was his.
Seeing her dazed expression, his heart skipped a beat, his blood quickened, and a surprising thought came to his mind.
Could it be that he had gained more than two hundred points?
Tiffany looked up at him, saw the surprise in his eyes, twitched the corner of her mouth, took out his paper and handed it to him.
The hook-nosed middle-aged man quickly took it and looked at it, his excitement suddenly felt like cold water showering on his head, and he was stunned on the spot.
Seeing his appearance, the old man in the red cotton jacket comforted him: "Since Master Quepos said it's not feasible, it means there are still some problems here.
I think if we want to know more, we should visit the military headquarters to learn more about it.
Maybe we can find out."
What’s the problem?”
The hook-nosed middle-aged man's face turned green and red, and with a gloomy expression, he clutched the paper and turned around to leave.
In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
It was just dawn, and Du Dian got up on time.
He read the newspaper while having breakfast, and at the same time told Nicotine to rent a mammoth car today and prepare some cloth for wrapping things.
"Military report."
"The savages occupy the Red Maple Mountains.
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The terrain is easy to defend and difficult to attack.
The military launched its fourth night attack at 7 o'clock yesterday evening.
The effect was obvious and the savages were defeated.
It is reported that the savages are coming to the Red Maple Mountains in a steady stream.
The army has not yet occupied and conquered them.
The Hongfeng Mountains were attacked by savages again."
Du Dian glanced at the newspaper.
Now that he is in a high position and has communicated with Old Fulin many times, he has learned how to read and understand the newspaper.
The military's fourth night attack is true, but defeating the savages is likely to just annihilate them.
Its small force, otherwise, describes He will not mention it in one stroke, and he has seen the map of the terrain of the Red Maple Mountain Range and deduced it himself.
According to the number of soldiers and horses sent by the military headquarters, it will be too difficult to capture the Red Maple Mountain Range unless the Guards are sent.
If the Guards If the army is dispatched, it will be recorded in the newspapers.
But there is no mention of the Guards, so it is difficult to capture the Red Maple Mountains with the soldiers on the surface of the military headquarters alone.
Moreover, he has already guessed the purpose of the military headquarters and is preparing to conduct a final defense at the city wall of the living area. , the current attack on the Red Maple Mountains is only a symbolic harassment, to express their duties, so as not to be gossiped by the consortium or the Holy See of Light.
As for why it is necessary to rely on the walls of the living area for defense, Dudian has also thought about this problem during the breaks in experiments these days.
There are many reasons that come to mind, but he thinks the two most likely factors are, first, relying on the city walls.
Defense can reduce the consumption of military soldiers.
Secondly, through city wall defense, it can reflect the sacrifices and efforts made by the military to protect civilians, thereby winning the love of the people and quelling the many conscriptions caused by the military during the defense of the fortress some time ago. of public grievances.
"Not only must we win this war, we must also win by maximizing our own interests."
Dudian put down the newspaper and muttered to himself, feeling that he had learned something again, but he did not have the joy of harvest.
After breakfast, he sat in the hall and waited quietly.
At the same time, he was thinking about other things.
He gently kneaded a ball of mud with his left hand.
This was another way he thought of to exercise the flexibility of his left hand, rubbing mud.
This is not mud, but plasticine.
It can be easily made with the current technology.
It is not difficult to make.
It can be made with just a few main ingredients: salt, oil and flour.
He used his left hand to exercise and knead it into a round ball.
The plasticine is small and can be carried with him, so he can exercise at any time.
Moreover, because he has no feeling, he will not feel sore no matter how long he kneads it.
After a while, Nicotine came back and said: "Master, everything you want is ready."
Dudian nodded slightly and continued to wait.
After a while, Kaqi and Genis returned together.
They were now a little less casual when facing Dudian.
In the past few days, they had clearly recognized the energy and background of this young man.
In the past, they all thought that Dudian had someone behind him.
Therefore, I have taken it into consideration, but through this period of contact, I realized that this young man’s background is his own Especially the large pile of letters that Du Di'an brought back, as well as the people who have come to visit one after another in the past few days, including reporters from news agencies, diplomats from large financial groups, ordinary nobles and wealthy businessmen, etc., there are all kinds of people.
It can be seen how powerful the head of this castle is, no less powerful than those famous nobles or business tycoons who have been in business for decades.
"What's the situation there?"
Dudian asked.
Kaqi shrugged and said: "I really don't know it by looking at it.
I was shocked when I saw it.
When Guinness and I sneaked in, the mountain range was completely occupied by savages.
The military still wanted to capture it.
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It was simply a fantasy.
Even if it was It would be too much trouble to send the Guards, and these savages are also equipped with swords.
I can't figure out where these primitive people dressed like orangutans got their swords.
Could it be that some consortium in our living area sold them to them?
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