I'm not a magician

Bud stood in front of the long table, obviously in the position of being interrogated, but he was neither humble nor overbearing, facing the old people in front of him calmly and confidently.

These are all familiar faces. In the long years before, they also met in the assembly of top equipment engineers, smiling and nodding.

The elders were soon shaken, dirty things among the equipment masters were not uncommon, and now they only hoped that Bud was indeed the one who was framed, instead of falling into it.

They looked at the design drawing carefully again, and gradually, the five pairs of eyes opened wide.

"This is—" The old dwarf couldn't help but climbed onto the chair, and his entire head was printed on the blueprint.

The old man on the side pushed his head away and opened his mouth in surprise: "Can it still be like this? Can it still be like this! How did you do it..."

"It's not magic...it's pure equipment! The equipment can do this!"

"This is a miracle that can change the times..."

Demon Sword Continent has relied on magic for too long, too long to give birth to the germination of science, and too long to create a huge gap between professionals and ordinary people.

Bud quietly waited for them to calm down, and he was also a little lost in thought——

To be honest, from the moment he decided to participate in the competition, his purpose was very clear: to win the championship, to win the top prize, to collect all the suits, and other things were ignored.

But since the birth of the new design drawing, he suddenly remembered a dream from his youth.

At that time, he was not alone, he had boundless energy and inspiration, and he dreamed that one day, all life could be respected, even if he was doing the dirtiest and tiring work in the mine, he could get the kindness of others.

Bud squinted his eyes and smiled, with a youthful spirit in his eyes: "Yes, we will change this era."

Bard stayed in the submission place for a long time, and many contestants looked over in a vague way. They whispered to each other from time to time, as if they were guessing what happened in the room.

William is obviously also paying attention all the time. He is in a very complicated mood at the moment. While he believes that Ji Chi will not be able to turn over this time, he also feels vaguely uneasy. He always feels that things are out of his control again.

William was thinking about it, but when he saw Bud come out, his heart sank suddenly.

Bud's expression was very calm, and maybe he was a little relaxed and happy when he looked closely. He walked briskly in front of the three teenagers, and left the venue talking and laughing with them.

William's face was gloomy, and he looked at their backs for a long time with the corners of his mouth drooping. He stayed on the stage until the contestants dispersed.

After the last team of contestants handed in their blueprints, William, surrounded by guards, broke into the room where the elders were.

Expanding the room with sealing magic can block sight and sound, but it can't stop people who barge in.

The old men reviewed the drawings all morning and did not leave in a hurry. Instead, each held a cup of hot tea and discussed enthusiastically.

Seeing William suddenly barging in, they were taken aback and looked at William unhappy.

However, seeing that he is the eldest prince of the Saint-Terry Empire, the old men did not yell at him, but suppressed their displeasure and asked, "His Royal Highness, what's the matter?"

William glanced at the buckskin suitcase behind them where the design drawings were stored, and asked directly: "I want to see the design drawings of Ji Chi's team."

The elders were too busy looking at the design drawings, but didn't pay attention to Ji Chi's name. They thought it was some little technician who offended the prince, so they didn't take it to heart - anyway, they just looked at it, and they had the right to sell the royal family as a favor.

They waved a few equipment apprentices waiting at the door to come in and search for the blueprints in the box.

While waiting, they kept praising Bard's team as if they regarded the eldest prince as air.

"Looking at Bud's happy look, he must have admitted a few more outstanding students!"

"Isn't it? He has been hidden for many years, it's rare to see him participate in this kind of competition... Sigh, if I knew I would participate, this year looks very interesting!"

"Yes, children nowadays have so many ideas, do you understand that picture? There is no such design in the equipment division!"

"Ah... that makes me want to take a closer look again, hey Toby, find the picture of Master Borg together!"

The apprentice named Toby stood there holding the picture, looked back and forth between the old man and the eldest prince, and asked blankly, "It's all this picture, who should I give it to first?"

There was a deathly silence in the room.

The elders came to their senses in an instant and turned to look at William. They recalled the seemingly repetitive design drawings they had seen a long time ago, and immediately understood everything.

"I'm just talking about a group of small mid-level equipment engineers. Where can they design such beautiful equipment? It turns out that the eldest prince is behind the scenes..." One of the old men said with a sarcasm.

The dwarf old man couldn't bear it, he was easy to blow up to anyone, he snatched the design from the apprentice's hand, put it back in the box and locked it, climbed onto the table and cursed: "Bah! I hate dirty and despicable things the most, you deserve to be used as a tool!" Master?! Thank you for being a great prince! The rats in our dungeon are much cleaner than you!"

"Get out! Get out! Seeing you upset and kind again, I will never come to St. Terry for the rest of my life, and I will teach you a lesson!" The dwarf old man threw all the teacups and teapots on the long table like a grenade All over William's head.

William wanted to explain several times, but was thrown back. He didn't dare to fight back or force them, so he could only stare at the suitcase unwillingly, and hurriedly escaped with his head and face aggrieved.

In the messy room, there were only five silent elders left, and a mechanical apprentice who didn't understand the situation like a goose.

The old dwarf took a deep breath, and sat cross-legged on the long table. He held the deerskin suitcase for a long time, and sighed softly, "As you get older, you really like to be cleaner."

The other old man also had no desire to chat anymore. He leaned on the back of the chair that was not too soft, raised his head and rubbed his neck: "I don't have the energy to change the times, but it's still helpful to help guard a miracle." busy."

The elders looked at each other and laughed silently.

After William came out wearing a suit of broken porcelain, his face was not relaxed. He raised his hand and swept the sharp porcelain stuck on the tassel on his chest. out.

The attendants beside him were in a hurry to find the potion for William to drink, but William didn't take it, and just stared deeply at the blood in his palm.

After a long time, he raised his head and asked softly, "How many of the judges selected for the second selection are of noble origin?"

This attendant has been with the eldest prince for a long time, and many things are handled by him alone. He replied without hesitation: "Almost all of them are nobles, Your Highness."

William nodded: "Very well, you don't need to say anything more, just let someone remind you of the good things Jianlan will do, and... Ji Chi's suspicion that night."

"Yes, Your Highness." The servant bowed and retreated.

Three days passed, Saint-Terry Central Arena, the second selection.

"Chloe, are you really okay? Have you really learned it? Can you really do it?" Linton was very nervous. He thought about the gold coins he would get for winning, and his whole body was about to suffocate. Constantly harassing Chloe.

It was Chloe's first experience of irritability, and she found that this new emotion was not new at all. Instead, she wanted to kill the fly-like teammates next to her.According to her calculations, if Ji Chi hadn't stopped her, she would have a 99.99% chance of permanently solving this trouble.

But it doesn't matter, Ji Chi has a 99.99% chance of disagreeing.

The chances of success were too slim, Chloe couldn't keep up his spirits, and stood quietly aside, forgetting even the pretended breathing, just like a real instrument.

"Ahhh! Chloe was scared to death!" Linton screamed with his face covered!

"Quiet! If you continue to quarrel, we will be annoyed to death by you!" Bud cursed sideways. Although he was not as tall as Linton's waist, he was [-] meters tall and crushed Linton like a cub. Submissive post.

Ji Chi stroked the magic bag in his hand, which contained all kinds of precious materials, and they would rely on these to refine the suit on the blueprint.

It is worth mentioning that they did not buy enough crystal wire until yesterday. This kind of material is rarely used by equipment engineers. The price is not high and the quantity is not large. Find out how much.But it acts as a "wire" on their design drawings, and it can be called the lifeline of the suit.

Fortunately, Bud contacted some equipment masters for help, and only then did he get together a bundle of crystal wires.

Also because of this, they have no time and materials for training.The final step of installing the energy tank and laying the crystal line can only rely on Chloe's temporary performance.

Ji Chi and Bud are not in a hurry, because they understand Chloe's meticulous and terrifying operational precision, which is a field that no race can reach. If even Chloe can't complete it, then they don't need to waste time competing.

But Linton didn't know that he was in a state of extreme tension, chattering endlessly.

Ji Chi glanced at him: "Isn't the reward for the champion divided equally, only four or five thousand gold coins... Why are you so nervous?"

Ji Chi was really puzzled, he still clearly remembered that this thing was still in the mood to earn extra money before the entrance test that decided his life, why he was in such a hurry in this competition.

Linton shook his legs, stared at the highest podium in the arena, and muttered: "You don't understand, you don't understand..."

"Forget it, don't shake your hands when refining." Ji Chi didn't understand him, so he ordered one more sentence.

The bell on the arena rang, and hundreds of teams came to the center of the arena one after another. Suddenly, a burst of cheers resounded from the pedestals around the arena. Many people of different professions, identities, and races watched the arena enthusiastically. On the stage, they were all looking forward, guessing, and betting, and witnessed the birth of a sensational device in the mainland.

Several equipment engineers in charge of the event wore a pair of magic unilateral glasses and carefully checked the materials in Ji Chi's magic bag. After confirming that there was no problem, they bowed and invited them to enter the venue: "I wish you all the best."

As soon as the team led by Bard appeared on the arena, the discussions on the pedestal became much louder. Obviously, in order to dig out the treasure, the fanatical gamblers dug up their foundations and converted them into the probability of winning.

It's true that Bud's experience is brilliant, but the remaining three... the gamblers unceremoniously call them make-up.

Linton is a little better. Master Nat's reputation is still a bit hot in St. Terry, but his time to become famous is too short, and his lack of sophisticated refining techniques is a fatal flaw.

Chloe, this little girl is good-looking, but I heard that she has no talent. The way of refining weapons mainly depends on judgment and memory. The ghost is optimistic about her.

As for Ji Chi... Senior gamblers who are good at navigating among unpopular players don't know how to evaluate this boy.

A magician who is famous in the School of Equipment for making potions on the street—sounds like the person who would bet if his brain was kicked by an orc.

As soon as the gamblers finished complaining, piles of gold coins were thrown at them. They were some clean-looking teenagers and girls, but unfortunately their brains must have been kicked by orcs.

"I'm betting on the late team." The young master clapped his hands, and the old butler behind him walked to the gambling table with a smile, took out one of the rarest top-level magic bags, and elegantly touched the bag with two fingers in white gloves. With a push, tens of thousands of golden coins covered the huge gambling table like a waterfall.

The young master smiled indifferently: "This is the second selection, so be more cautious."

Gamblers: "..."