The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

The carriage stopped, and Newcomen, wearing a long trench coat, top hat, and holding a metal cane, stepped off the carriage briskly.

He felt that his body was rejuvenated with new vitality, as if he was 20 years younger overnight. When he looked up, countless eyes of suspicion, admiration or jealousy fell on him.

Newcomen has to admit that he has never been more in the spotlight than he is today.

"It's Master Newcomen, here he is!"

"Master Newcomen is here." Someone shouted, and then a group of people took the initiative to greet him and surrounded him.

There were old friends from his youth, former students and current colleagues, and some psionicists who were at odds with him in the back of the crowd.

More, it is the ordinary extraordinary who silently adheres to the path of the mechanical school but is discriminated against.

From today, the Mechanic School has also given birth to their rank 6 rune masters, and it seems that they have found some kind of home. These bottom-level extraordinary people can better understand that the opportunity is not easy to come by.

There is also growing admiration for Newcomen, the leader.

"Sir, were you promoted to rank 6 a few years ago?" Someone asked excitedly.

"Our brains should be used to think about meaningful questions, to explore the path of machinery and psychic power, not to remember these trivial things." Newcomen habitually pretended.

But the farts of big people are fragrant, and his words naturally won a lot of admiration and applause.

"Sir, we heard that your pure mechanical steam-powered boat defeated all the competing boats from other countries by an absolute advantage in yesterday's competition."

"We also heard that the speed you showed during the race was not the limit of the steam-powered boat. It is said that the boat was full of parts and cargo, is that true? What is the limit speed of that boat?" the researcher with thick glasses asked.

"All limits are meant to be broken." Newcomen smiled. "I told you today that the number is 30, and maybe tomorrow the number will become 32..."

“Don’t dwell on specific numbers, only by working hard to explore our knowledge, stay enthusiastic, and never be satisfied, so that we can go further.”

"Great!" The crowd applauded.

Not only Newcomen, but even Savery, who was by his side, received preferential treatment from everyone. Someone asked him about the special way he promoted to the 4th rank, which exaggerated and beautified his deeds.

In short, compared with other promoted rune masters, this pair of masters and apprentices has more information to be excavated.

At this time, another carriage stopped by the side of the road, and Scott and Barry walked down. Seeing the lively scene not far away, Scott couldn't help snorting coldly.

"Pretentious old guy."

"Be quiet," Barry reminded.

Scott was a little jealous. After he was promoted to rank 6, he couldn't wait to announce the news before his spirit was completely stabilized.

Then when he came to the Royal Academy of Engineering, he also enjoyed similar treatment, but the momentum was far worse than that of Newcomen at this time.

After all, it's just a simple promotion, and other people just want to brag and have no material.

But Newcomen's side is completely different. It is a game and a purely mechanical steam-powered engine. Coupled with forbearance and restraint, what happened at the exchange meeting yesterday also spread.

In that rumor, Scott, the rune master, became a bluffing, vanity-loving junior, and Newcomer, when he was teaching Scott, was forced to show his true strength.

Comparing the two, a judgment is made.

At least from the point of view of force, Scott is more than one step behind.

Seeing the other party involved, everyone's emotions have obviously subsided a lot. The most important thing is some sensitive topics, which cannot be asked in public.

"Good morning, Scott." Newcommon greeted with a smile.

"Newcomen, Master!" Scott said without a smile, "Is there something important to be in such a hurry to return to Abetus?"

"Oh, it's nothing." New Kemen squeezed the envelope in his pocket.

"It's you, Scott, I thought you'd go out and rest for a while."

"I'm here to submit an application!" Scott suddenly raised his voice, and he took out an envelope, "Application for a replacement from the five-member high school!"

Seeing this scene, the riots in the field immediately became quiet, but soon louder discussions came.

"Application for replacement?"

"Does he think he still has a chance?"

"Whether it is strength to achieve prestige, he can't compare with Master Newcomer." Someone whispered.

"It can't be completely said that Scott is younger after all, and his temporary achievements don't mean anything. In a few years, he may completely surpass Newcommon." Some people hold different opinions.

After listening to Scott's words, Newcomen's face tightened, and he exchanged glances with Saveri silently.

Both of them are very strange. Normally, Scott continues to apply for a replacement at this time, which is almost a way of humiliating himself. He is indeed younger, but the advantage of age is difficult to specifically define. Look, of course, hard power is more important.

"Really?" Newcomer smiled.

"I'm also here to submit an application for a replacement."

"Let's go together then, Master Newcomer." Scott's round face was full of smiles, as if yesterday's embarrassment never happened.

Haha, poor Newcomer, you don't know what's going to happen next, Scott bowed his head, his eyes smug.

He and Barry visited Mr. Milosh last night and it went surprisingly well, as they thought, Milosh was a psionicist, plus Scott had studied under him when he was younger affection.

Helping Scott became the logical thing to do.

After discussion, Scott decided to take the initiative and apply for abdication first, so that, for whatever reason, Newcomen would follow.

Then, at this time, Milosh came forward to revoke his application for abdication.

Because of Scott's reasons, this makes Milosh's move to withdraw the application justified, as if it was really just a whim, not a deliberate targeting of someone.

In this way, at least it won't damage Milosh's reputation, which is a double-edged sword.

As for Scott, there is no psychological burden. Anyway, with his current reputation, it is impossible to obtain the qualification to fill the position with head-to-head competition.

So under the watchful eyes of everyone, Scott and Newcomen jointly submitted an application for a replacement.

At this time, the discussion in the crowd about who can qualify for the final replacement of the two rune masters also intensified.

Although the influence of the psionic school is greater, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Newcomen has an absolute advantage. Some people have counted other cases in previous years and analyzed the possibility of Newcomen being qualified from various aspects.

"Master Newcomen, it seems that this seat belongs to you." After submitting the application, it is not possible to get the result immediately. Seeing that Newcomen wanted to leave, Scott walked quickly to him.

"It can't be said that, after all, before the results are announced, everything is possible." Newcomen maintained his humility.

"Actually, I know that there is no hope for me now." Scott voluntarily admitted, "but I am not one to back down. I have to fight for even a little chance, like you said, before the results are announced. , everything is possible.”

Scott half-smiled, "It may be you, it may be me, or other accidents may happen..."

"What do you mean?" Newcommon smelled some conspiracy.

"It doesn't mean anything, just talk casually."

And just when Newcomen was about to leave, a researcher walked out quickly, "Two masters, please wait!"

The researcher's voice caught everyone's attention, and everyone stopped communicating and looked in the direction where the two of them were.

Holding two envelopes in their hands, the researcher came to the two Newcomers with apologetic expressions, "Sorry, two masters."

"Just now, we received a handwritten letter from Commissioner Milosh. He has recovered physically and mentally, so he has withdrawn the previously issued application for abdication."

"Commissioner Milosh said that he is willing to set his body on fire and use his last energy to do more for all contract creators!"

"So I'm sorry, because Commissioner Milosh has withdrawn the application, so your request for a replacement..." The researcher looked embarrassed.

"Great!" Scott clapped his hands violently.

"Commissioner Milosh's body has recovered! This is great, this is a really lucky day, for all of our creators, Milosh can make a greater contribution to us by persisting for one more day!"

"Compared to this, what is my application worth?" With a sincere smile on Scott's face, he snatched his application from the researcher.

Stab it!

In front of everyone, he tore his application to shreds.

"This is a day to congratulate! I hope Commissioner Milosh's health gets better and better." He turned his gaze to Newcomen, who was standing aside.

"It's better to stick to this position for another three or five years!" He laughed strangely, "What do you say, Master Newcomer!"

Looking at Scott's expression at this time, Newcomen seemed to understand something. Withdrew the application for abdication, and there was no vacant position, his application for replacement became a joke.

"Teacher..." Savery touched Newcomen's arm, and everyone's eyes fell on Newcomen's face, as if waiting for his answer.

He took back his application form from the researcher, sighed softly, and raised his head, Newcomer saw the sparkle in Scott's eyes.

Pleasure, mockery.

Taking a step forward, Scott walked to the front of Newcomer's door, and said slowly in a voice so low that only two people could hear: "I know what you are thinking."

"Yes, it's all arranged."

"I can't get this position now, and you can't even think about it. Mr. Milos has promised me that he will continue to hold on to this position for a few years. After three or five years, what will you compare to me?"

"Oh, yes, one more thing."

"Committee Milosh is drafting a reform plan for the Mechanics... Would you like to hear it?"

Newcommon clenched his fists, and Scott had already stepped back. "What's wrong? Master Newcommon, don't you want to hear news of Mr. Milosh's health?"

"This is good news!" Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind.

Newcommon turned his head and saw Sigmund striding across the crowd.

"How do you...?"

Before going to sea, Newcomen gave Sigmon the status of a researcher~www.readwn.com~ Naturally, Sigmon could come and go freely at the Royal Academy of Engineering.

"Teacher, this is good news." His keen five senses allowed Sigmon to capture the conversation between the two and understand the cause and effect.

He took the application form in Newcomen's hand and tore it to shreds.

"Rewrite it."

"Write a normal promotion challenge."

Sigmund raised his hand and pointed somewhere high up.

"Go for a special abdication application."

"Tell that old guy named Milosh he doesn't have to revoke his abdication request because it doesn't make sense."

"Whether he retreats or not, we plan to beat him upright!"