Vol 3 Chapter 324: :Accumulate two in one

After bidding farewell to Tiffany, Du Di'an left the Fortress directly. I thought that this time I could learn from others' experience and gain something. I didn't expect the so-called seminar of the gods to stay in the discussion of the basic magic. There was no chic. He was quite disappointed with the innovation, but he said that the harvest was not completely absent, at least to the extent of the level of other senior gods.
The weaker others are, the better it is for him.
After riding the carriage back to the castle, Du Dian immediately plunged into his underground laboratory. The last time the shark spear weapon was produced with insufficient driving power, he has already thought about the solution in the past few days, although this method is exposed. It will cause a great uproar, but he has already made the design drawings and the complete model of the magic, as well as the overall concept. When it is pushed out at the same time, it will be the moment to completely stabilize his temple position, and, in order to let Barton and Joseph Successfully entering the Guangming Holy See and the military, he also needs to use the identity of the temple.
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Elemental temple, in a certain fort.
Kepos sat in the chair, gently rubbed his neck and threw a divine essay in front of him. Since the age of sixty, his body has gone from bad to worse, and he has served as a senior god. The positions reviewed are very easy. After all, the number of senior gods is limited, and there are fewer time to start a seminar. Usually there are only seven or eight papers in a month. If there are more than ten papers, it can be quickly reviewed without any effort. But now that a paper has not been read, he feels sore shoulders, muscle pain, and some dim flowers in front of him.
He leaned back in the chair and gasped, screaming at the side of the maid.
The maid served him for many years, immediately met, and came to help him pinch his shoulders.
"Oh, old..." Kaposs sighed. He has no intention to conceive a new magic. After all, his identity is a master. If the conceived magic is too low, he will only lose his worth, and the advanced magic. Nothing takes a lot of effort to conceive and produce. He is powerless and can only pass on some of his own inspirations to his students and let them delve into the production. If they are famous, this glory will also He accumulates on his body and makes him face-faced, and he only needs to review a high-level sacred discussion paper every few days to receive extra rich rewards in the temple. However, this decent and relaxing work now makes him feel a little hard.
He thought about it several times, relying on his own identity to exchange God's blessings in the temple, transforming the body, and rejuvenating the body. This is also advocated inside the temple. Even the elderly masters have exchange discounts, just, He has heard some rumors about the blessing of God, plus what he has seen and heard, not wanting to get rid of this filthy thing, and then he can bring him a powerful body and long-term life, he also Do not want to touch.
"Master, this is the thirteenth of this month's magical thesis." A middle-aged man dressed as a butler carefully entered the doorway.
Kebosi had a bit of boredom in his heart, but he nodded and said, "Let's put it."
The butler retired and returned.
Kepos glanced at the cover of the clean magical thesis, too lazy to pay attention, closed his eyes and quietly enjoying the maid's kneading. After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and his eyes fell on the newly presented god. In the paper, "The little guy who called "Du Di'an" in the woods recently, just promoted to the senior gods, seems to be assigned to the Fortress, which is the 13th Fort..."
Thinking of this, he immediately sat up straight, the maid saw this, and immediately stopped to retreat to the side.
Kepos opened the essay and looked at it. The above handwriting was neat and he was more satisfied. He first glanced at it roughly, and soon saw the word "Du Di'an", which was carefully looked at the head. When I look up, the more I look at the surprise of the face, the more I look at it. After a while, his gaze is collected from the end, and the essay is closed. There is a hint of thought in his eyes. "It seems that this little guy's short board It seems that it is not longer than the old guys imagined. Only when they enter the temple for less than a year, can they analyze the small plants such as 'Stinging Mang' so thoroughly, and the angle of the problem is also very sharp. It is a plastic. Only then, the future may not only become a master, but also a better master. When you get the means, you can get the title of "Outstanding Master" by the qualification of the 'Time' medal."
He was a little addicted and immediately wrote a pen.
"With such talents, it is time for him to flee as soon as possible. The consortium he belongs to is a new-generation consortium. So far, he has not been invited by other consortiums. It can be seen as a person with a strong sense of righteousness." Kebosi thought in his heart. The pen in his hand quickly writes his own comments and reward points at the end of the three signed papers. After writing, he blows it gently, makes the ink dry faster, and then draws a stationery from another place. I quickly wrote it, and soon finished writing it. I stuffed the letter into the envelope and called the outside housekeeper. "This letter was sent to the of Du Di'an. This paper, I have already finished the trial, send it back."
The housekeeper stunned and took the lead and turned back.
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In the thirteenth fort.
Tiffany and the red-padded old man, as well as the middle-aged man with a hook-nose nose and a middle-aged man in a black suit, sat in the manor, sipping afternoon tea while chatting about some of their own curiosity about the insights and explorations of the gods.

Since the gold alloys came out, steel and alloy materials quickly occupied the market. Our woodware and magical techniques were outdated, including the bows. They used to be wooden bows. Now the gold-based guys are trying to use them. Steel made bows and chords, hey, and didn't want to think about the problem of elasticity." Another suit middle-aged man chilled.
Tiffany nodded slightly, she deeply understands that the wood has been eliminated from the market, and they have dealt a lot with these wood-based gods, which means that their wood-based magic can be replaced by the gold system, and And win.
"I have been studying the difference between wood and metal recently. I believe that the importance of our wood system is definitely better than the gold system!" The old man of the red cotton jacket has a deep-eyed vision. His lifelong hobbies and energy are dedicated to the wood system. The feelings of the department go deep into the bone marrow. When I was young, I almost slept with wood every day. I absolutely couldn’t accept the cold metal to replace the wood that can be fired.
The middle-aged man with a hook nose snorted and just said something. Suddenly a carriage came outside and came down from the car. It was the middle-aged man in front of the former Persian. He saw the Tiffany in the manor at a glance. The four people, with their eyes lit, immediately walked over the meteor and smiled. "Is it so leisurely?"
The red-padded old man and others were obviously familiar with him. When he saw him, he was very surprised. He said, "Is it finished so soon?"
"Well, today, the master of Quepos is there to review another paper. You happen to catch up with the time, and you will give it a trial." The middle-aged man in the housekeeper laughed.
Tiffany smiled and said: "This is good luck, let us see, what is the result?"
The housekeeper middle-aged man smiled and handed the paper in her hand to her. "You look at it first, I still have something to look back." After that, he turned and left, and took the carriageway straight out of the Fort.
At the same time as the carriage pulled out, Tiffany had quickly unpacked the wrapping paper outside the paper, and quickly swept to the end of the comments and rewards. Suddenly, "Two hundred points? This, so much?"
The old man of the cotton-padded eagle saw it and was surprised. He said: "Just the first one is two hundred points. This is equivalent to the score of a two-star magical work. If it is three, is it not six hundred points? Take it out. Ten percent give us a few points, and we can get ten points, haha..."
The middle-aged man next to the eagle hook hears his heart. Although he is a senior god, it is a big profit to get a 200-point score in a seminar. After all, even if he is a senior god, it is not with him. You can make a two-star magical technique casually.
Tiffanymi sighed, "It's just that the stalk of a plant has so many points. If you write all the other plants on the plant illustration, can you just get the points of the master directly?"
The old man of the Cotton Tree smiled and said: "You think too much. This time you gave two hundred. It should be seen in this kind of utilization thinking. Any plant can analyze and use it according to this thinking, so use this method to study it. A plant, it is estimated that there are ten points of comfort points."
"This is also true." Tiffany opened the second one, and it really was two hundred points. The comments also had a kind of appreciation. When she opened the third article, her face was a smile. I blinked and looked again. I found that there was no mistake. There was no reward for the points. The comment was very simple: "Not feasible!"
The middle-aged man with the hook-nose nose guessed that the third paper was his own. When she saw her expression, her heart was jumping, her blood was speeding up, and she had a surprise thought. Can she say that she has scored less than two hundred?
Tiffany looked up at him and saw the color of surprise in his eyes. The corner of his mouth touched him and handed his paper out to him.
The middle-aged man with a hook-and-loop nose quickly took over and looked at it. The excited heart suddenly fell into the air and was on the spot.
The old man of the red cotton quilt saw his appearance and even comforted: "Since the master of Quepos said that it is not feasible, it is still a bit problematic. I think if we want to know, we will visit the military department and learn more about it. Maybe we know. Where is the problem?"
The middle-aged face of the eagle hook nose was blue and red, and the face was sullen, and the paper turned and left.
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In a blink of an eye, three days passed.
Just dawn, Du Di'an got up on time, read the newspaper while eating breakfast, and told Nicotine, today to rent a mammoth carriage, and then prepare some cloth wrapped.
"Military newspaper."
"The savage occupies the Hongfeng Mountain Range. The terrain is easy to defend. The military attacked the night at 7:00 pm yesterday. The effect was obvious. The savage was defeated. It is reported that the savage has come to the Hongfeng Mountain Range and the army has not yet occupied. The red maple mountain that was taken back was sneaked again by the savage..."
Du Di'an scanned the newspaper. Today he is in a high position. He has communicated with the old Fulin many times. He has learned how to read the newspaper. The fourth night attack of the military is true, but the savage is defeated... but it is very likely Just annihilating a small team of people, otherwise, it will not be taken when describing it, and the terrain in the Red Maple Mountains, he has seen the map, and he has played it. According to the number of troops sent by the military, it is too difficult to capture the Red Maple Mountains. Unless it is sent to the Guards, if the Guards are dispatched, there will be records in the newspaper.
But this does not mention the Guards, so the soldiers on the surface of the military alone are difficult to capture the Red Maple Mountains, and he has already guessed the purpose of the military, preparing for the final defense at the walls of the living area. At present, attacking the Hongfeng Mountain Range is only symbolic harassment, indicating that it has expressed its duties so as not to be swear by the consortium or the Guangming Holy See.
Why do you rely on the walls of the living area to defend? During the past few days, Du Di'an also thought about this problem in the gap of the experiment. There are many reasons for thinking about it. But he thinks that the two most likely factors are: First, relying on the defense of the city wall can reduce the consumption of military soldiers. Second, through the defense of the city wall, it can reflect the sacrifices and efforts made by the military to defend the civilians, thus winning the people's love, and quelling the grievances caused by the military's repeated recruitments.
"Not only to win this war, but also to win by self-interest..." Du Dian put down the newspaper and muttered to himself, feeling that he had learned something, but he did not have the joy of harvesting.
After eating breakfast, he sat quietly in the hall, thinking about something else, and gently kneading a soft mud in his left hand. This is another way he wants to exercise his left hand flexibility. This is not mud, but plasticine, which can be easily made with the current process. It is not difficult to make, and the main materials such as salt and oil and flour can be made.
He uses his left hand to exercise and knead into a ball. The plasticine is small and portable, he can exercise at any time, and because he is unaware, kneading will not feel sour for a long time.
After a few moments, Nicotine came back and said, "Master, everything you want is ready."
Dudian nodded slightly and continued to wait.
After a few moments, Cachi and Ginny returned together. The two now face Du Di'an with a little bit of casualness. In these few days, they clearly recognized the energy and background of this boy. They used to think that Du Di'an was behind him. So I have to take care of it, but the contact during this time only knows that the background of this boy is himself!
In particular, the piles of letters that Du Diyan brought back, as well as the people who came to visit in the past few days, including journalists, diplomats of big consortia, as well as ordinary aristocrats and wealthy businessmen, and so on, all kinds of people It can be seen how powerful the family of this castle is, no less than the famous aristocrats or commercial giants who have been operating for decades.
"How is the situation there?" Dudian asked.
Kaqi shrugged: "I really don't see it. When I look at it, when I sneaked into the past with Giannis, the mountain was completely occupied by the savage. The military wanted to attack it. It was an idiotic dream, even if it was It’s enough to send the Guards, and these savages are equipped with swords. I don’t want to understand them. These primitive people who dress like orangutans, where the swords are, will not be sold to the consortium in our living quarters. Theirs?"