The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"What's the matter, Scott?" Barry noticed the change in Scott's face.

"Mr. Milosh is going to lose!"

"The game is not over yet, why do you say that?"

"The first item has 6 contribution points, the second item has 8 contribution points, and the two together have 14 contribution points. What about Mr. Milosh?"

"He's 17!"

"The difference between the two is only 3 contribution points."

Taking a deep breath, Scott continued: "If I remember correctly, at an internal committee meeting three years ago, Newcomen submitted his research on mechanical theory over the years, and the contribution value he gave at that time. The rating is 3."

"That is to say..." Barry also realized something, "as long as he takes out this theoretical research, he can easily get 3 contribution points, plus the 14 points he obtained before, and the points for him and Mr. Milos. It's exactly the same!"

"Yes." Scott's face turned ashen, "According to the rules, as a challenger, with the same score, Newcomen will win the final victory!"

"He'll get five permanent seats!" Barry exhaled.

"We have done so much, do we still have to fail?" At this moment, he felt like a clown jumping up and down, turning his head, Newcomen on the high platform looked indifferent.

And Milosh, who was standing opposite him, was gloomy.

Apparently he also realized the problem.

Soon there were whispers from the audience. It was obvious that Scott and others were not the only ones who knew the news. Everyone realized that the third design had not been shown, and Newcomen locked the result in advance.

Before the meeting started, no one thought that Newcomen would win, but now, looking at the indifferent Newcomen on the stage, they realized that from the very beginning, Newcomen was full of confidence.

"Very good." Milosh glanced at Newcomen, "I lost, but I lost to your luck. In the evaluation of the steam engine, the value given by the dean is a lot higher than others. Cut, and the second item... He shouldn't have made a statement in advance."

Milosh looked resentful.

As the only seventh-order creator contract in the kingdom, and himself the dean of the Royal Academy of Engineering, Appleyard's influence in this field is beyond doubt.

He first gave the evaluation criteria, at this time other members saw that it was difficult not to be affected.

If the score given is too low, it is basically equivalent to questioning Appleard's vision in public. Milosh is naturally a little dissatisfied with this.

"You won, but I will never admit this assessment!"

Milosh looked at Newcomen, "No matter what others say, in my eyes you're just lucky enough."

"Oh?" Newcommon chuckled.

"It's not over yet. It won't be long before I will let you swallow what you just said." Newcommon glanced at Sigmund and turned to Milosh.

"You can look down on me, but you can't look down on the designs I submitted."

At this time, Appleard returned to his position, and the researchers on the side were also preparing to publish the third design submitted by Newcomen.

Staring at the paper in his hand, the researcher on the stage briefly glanced at it, and then his body shook uncontrollably.

He rubbed his eyes, confirmed it several times, and even turned his head to carefully observe the expression on Newcomen's face.

"what happened?"

Everyone in the audience looked puzzled.

But then, they saw that the four dolls on the other side of the platform were suddenly paralyzed, and even April, who had obtained the information, suddenly stood up.

The gears turned, and the four dolls disappeared from the stage, replaced by four old men of different shapes.

As soon as they appeared on the stage, they couldn't wait to rush to Newcomen's side. There was an extraordinarily tall and stout old man with a thick red beard on his face and grabbed Newcomen's collar.

"The thing on this...this thing...?"

"Get out of the way, you old guy, why can't you even ask questions?!" A man next to him squeezed the red-bearded old man away, and the information in his hand almost hit Newcomen's face.

"Have you experimented with the machine above?!"

"What happened?!" Everyone in the audience looked at each other, and they couldn't understand why the four committee members who had been rating anonymously in the audience suddenly ran up to the stage?

At this time, someone noticed that Appleard on the high platform was sitting in his seat again. He closed his eyes and pondered, and occasionally opened his eyes to scan the information in his hand, ignoring the riots in the field.

"Members, can't you judge the authenticity of this information?" Newcomen asked calmly.

"Of course I can see it!" The red-bearded old man roared with his eyes wide open.

"Andre, what are you doing? What design did Newcomen submit? Is it difficult to assess the specific contribution value?" Milosh suddenly asked.

"It's difficult? No, it's not difficult at all!" The red-bearded commissioner named Andre shook his head, and he glanced at Milosh, who was standing opposite, "It's nothing to do with you, you lost, Milosh. Roche."

"I lost?!"

"Yes, the one without any suspense." Another person said.

"What is the rating value you gave...?" Milosh asked unwillingly.

"10."

4 people answered in unison.

"How is this possible?!" Milosh screamed with wide eyes, "This is ridiculous, I don't believe it, what is the design he submitted, show me!!"

"I'm sorry, it's a confidential document that only the resident committee member can read, Milosh, you are no longer a resident committee member." The red-bearded Andre shook his head with a serious look.

The conversation of several people caused an uproar.

"10 contribution points, how can there be such an outrageous value." Scott and Barry both looked unacceptable, and the others in the audience were at a loss.

Nothing like this has ever happened in history.

"No, there is." Someone shouted.

"It's not in the official records, but it has been described by someone that only can truly change the world, change the era, and even change the direction of the contract creation... Only in this way can you be eligible for 10 contribution points."

"What was it then?" the crowd asked.

"It's a steam engine."

"What did he do?" Milosh pressed on stage. "The Newcomer design redefined the steam engine?"

"No, it's not." A voice came, Appleard stood up, "Newcommon has created a new machine."

"He called this machine, the internal combustion engine."

"Although this machine is primitive and rough, and its function is not comparable to the most advanced steam-powered machines, this machine has opened up a new world for us!"

"Smaller volume~www.wuxiamtl.com~higher thermal efficiency, the future development is unimaginable!"

"This machine uses whale oil as the driving force to convert energy through complex and sophisticated design. If this theory is applied to the construction of the spiritual path cycle, and to the transformation of runes..."

Appleard's eyes lit up.

"Turn the machine principle into a spiritual cycle, and turn the whale oil drive into the drive of spiritual power and spiritual power!"

"Follow this road to explore..." Apprayad's voice resounded throughout the audience.

"Order 8, maybe it's not far away!"

wc!

Seeing this, Sigmon, who was standing on the side, couldn't help but his heart skipped a beat. This scene seemed familiar.

Brother, are you going to be promoted to rank 8 here?

I can't handle this? !