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"Did you hear that? Did you hear what Mr. Savery said?"

A young man raised his voice, the same man who had defied Albert at the last meeting.

"He said he made dolls," someone replied.

"But Mr. Newcomen has said that there is something wrong with our choice, and we can never do something like that!"

"I believe in Mr. Savery!" The young man looked firm.

"He's done a lot of miracles, hasn't he?"

"But some things can be called miracles, and some things can only be called delusions." More people were obviously depressed.

Compared to Savery, Newcomen is more prestige.

"I see." Bearded Bart suddenly shouted in the crowd.

"Out of control, this is a precursor to out of control..."

"What?!" Hearing this, everyone looked at each other in shock.

"Is there any other reason besides that?"

"Newcomen is Savery's teacher. He is a fifth-order alchemist, and it is impossible to lie."

"I don't believe it!" the young man retorted loudly.

"He is such a determined person, how could he be mad?"

At this moment, everyone in the field saw Saveri, walked to the front of the stage firmly, and glanced at everyone calmly.

"Remember this day, I promise you will never forget it for the rest of your life."

Engineer Ted then pushed a wheelchair to the front of the stage.

Sitting on the chair was a young boy of about 10 years old.

The boy had a soft wig, a ceramic face, a plaid shirt and the usual grey pants.

Obviously this is just a delicate doll.

But compared to those exquisite workmanship, this doll can be regarded as rough.

"Safrey, you..." Newcommon's voice was heavy, and he still didn't believe what Saffrey said.

At this time, Savery didn't want to explain any more, and walked behind the little boy, and then everyone heard the sound of the clockwork being wound.

Ka Ka Ka!

The next second, under everyone's attention, the boy stood up tremblingly.

"Can move him to stand up!" someone in the crowd shouted.

"What is this?" Albert bit the bullet and mocked, with Newcomen watching, he was under a lot of pressure.

It can be seen that the boy's body is somewhat uncoordinated when walking, and the lower body is moving, and there is little feedback from the upper body.

Hiding behind the high platform, Sigmon was a little surprised, because the drawings he gave only involved the upper body, to be precise, only the manipulation of related joints such as arms.

Unexpectedly, within a few days, Savery made improvements to the drawings.

No, it's not just that.

Savery himself has studied for many years and has accumulated a lot of experience in this area. The drawings Sigmon gave him were equivalent to a key, which opened his imprisoned thoughts.

So making appropriate improvements also makes sense.

"The puppets in the circus are more flexible than him." Albert looked at Savery with pity, "It seems that you are really crazy."

"There's no need to waste our time with this kind of stuff."

"The show has only just begun."

Savery looked relaxed and looked at the walking little boy. He gave engineer Ted a wink and said, "Albert, sit down!"

"What did you say?" Albert was slightly taken aback.

"Sorry, I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about him." Saveri smiled and pointed to the walking little boy.

"This is his name, just like you, Albert."

Ha ha.

Looking at the little boy who was walking crookedly, there was a burst of laughter from the audience.

Albert's face turned blood red, because he was about this age when he followed Savery.

He should have been fourteen or fifteen years old at that time, but because of long-term malnutrition and heavy work, Albert was much shorter than boys of the same age.

Appears to be only 10 years old.

He knew it was Savery humiliating him.

At this time, engineer Ted had placed a chair in the designated position.

The little boy walked to the chair step by step, stood up and sat down slowly.

His position is in the middle of the high platform, facing the crowd below.

Soon a table was placed in front of the boy, and on the table was a pile of white paper.

Savery walked to the little boy with a smile and gently touched his head, "Albert, paint a picture for everyone!"

As he spoke, he put a pencil in the boy's hand, secured it, and then tightened the clockwork somewhere behind his back.

Getting closer, someone could even hear the rattling of the gears, and then a scene that surprised everyone happened.

The little boy clenched the charcoal pen in his hand, turned his head slightly, and skillfully drew on the white paper.

Horizontal, vertical, arc.

He's fast, with only occasional arm adjustments.

"Moved, he really moved!"

"God, he's painting!"

They have seen lively puppets, but the difference in front of them is the sound of the interlacing gears, and the tightening and loosening of the clockwork.

It didn't take long for the boy to stop his movements.

Albert walked forward, smiled and picked up the white paper on the table.

"What a naughty little guy."

As he spoke, he held up the contents of the white paper over his head and showed it to everyone.

On the white paper was a drawing of Albert with a huge head and a small body. His expression at this time was extremely funny. He was crying and lying on the chair, and was slapped on the bottom by a fat woman.

Ha ha!

The crowd suddenly roared.

And Albert, who also saw this picture, his face has turned ashen.

"Some people don't seem to like it very much." Savery pretended to smile and patted the little boy on the head again, "Let's draw a new one."

Not only did he touch something, the boy nodded lightly and picked up the brush again.

Swish swish.

The charcoal pen and the paper rubbed together, and soon, a new painting appeared in front of everyone.

"One more!" someone shouted from the audience.

"no problem."

One two, three.

The little boy drew 20 different paintings, and finally had to stop because the charcoal in his hand ran out.

"It's incredible!"

His paintings were circulated by the audience. Although the lines were simple, they were very expressive. Not only did they not feel crude, but they had a special aesthetic sense.

"Did anyone notice? When painting, his eyes move with the brush." ​​Someone in the audience said.

"Is this really a mechanical doll?"

This kind of performance made it impossible for everyone to imagine what the mechanical structure inside the boy's body was like.

At this time, Albert, who was standing on the edge of the high platform, was shaking all over, and his eyeballs were bloodshot.

"Impossible, without the infusion of spirituality, how could a machine do such a complicated thing!"

"You are cheating!"

"There must be a spiritual structure in this doll's body!"

"I want to check in person!"

Saying that, he strode towards Savery.

"return to!"

Suddenly a figure stood up, it was Newcomen with a serious face, he stretched out his right hand, a ring on his finger flashed with light, and in the next second, Albert felt a terrifying impact on his face. .

Immediately, the whole person was lifted up by a powerful force.

Whoosh!

A shadow jumped out of the crowd, helping Albert to land on the high platform again.

Under the black burqa, it was Albert's ghost puppet.

"What do you want to do?" Newcomer snorted coldly.

"I want to check that doll, there must be a secret hidden in its body!"

"Don't be so troublesome. For fifth-order alchemists, determining the psionic structure in a piece of machinery is a basic ability."

Barry Mendel!

"My spirit puppet has found you, why don't you come up?"

"You psionic school don't even have this courage?"

Newcommon sneered loudly.

He was trembling with excitement. Before he came to power, he fought for his future and honor, and wanted to help his students share the responsibility.

But unexpectedly.

Saver really did it, a pure mechanical puppet that can walk and paint!

"Swear by your reputation as a fifth-order alchemist and tell everyone present whether there is a psionic circuit in this doll!"

"No, indeed not."

A thin figure under the stage lifted the hood on his face, revealing his true colors.

At this moment, the two fifth-order spiritual powers collided secretly.

Barry's body trembled and took several steps in a row, but Newcomen on the stage just straightened up with a slight shock.

Judgment.

"This time you won." Barry's face was ashen.

He originally planned to stimulate Newcommon fiercely after his success, but now the situation has reversed, and he has been madly stimulated to become himself.

No matter how big the publicity propaganda created before, the failure is now suffering.

He glanced at Albert coldly.

"Come down, let's go!"

Albert's face was pale, and his eyes were full of resentment when he looked at Savery.

"Newcomer, you just won temporarily, it doesn't mean anything, the so-called mechanical school only has you a fifth-order, and there is no fourth-order, your road still can't go through!"

"That student of yours is really good, but how long do you think he can hold on? Loss of control could happen at any time."

Barry sneered, his eyes locked on Savery.

"You still have a long way to go!"

"and many more!"

At this time, Savery, who was standing on the high platform, suddenly spoke.

"Sir, I think you've got something wrong."

Savery stood beside the little boy, head held high.

"Am I wrong?" Barry laughed dumbly.

"I'm a fifth-order alchemist, what do you think you are a third-order alchemist?!" Barry's eyes were full of mockery.

"Victory drives your head."

"There's one thing you're really wrong about, um... can't say that."

Pretending to think for a moment, Savery stretched out his right hand, and a bright light flashed on his fingertips.

Wave!

He raised his hand, and the sun-like energy flickered between his eyebrows.

"Is he crazy?!" Albert yelled.

boom!

The repressed energy was vented from Savery's brows, and in that terrifying energy, Sigmund vaguely saw a palace made of steel gears.

The violent energy comes fast~www.readwn.com~ goes fast.

Just a few seconds later, Saveri's face calmly returned to normal.

He looked at Barry again, "Sir, I can tell you with confidence now that you've got something wrong..."

"I'm no longer Tier 3."

"It's Tier 4!"

Crackling!

Powerful energy exploded from Savery's right hand, and the ability penetrated into the little boy's body.

The next second the gears turned, the little boy's shoulders shook, and he stood up flexibly.

Tier 4, Puppet Master!

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