The carriage was parked, and Nukomen was wearing a long windbreaker and a top hat, holding a metal cane, and walked off the carriage with a brisk pace.

He felt his body rejuvenated, as if he had become 20 years younger overnight. When he looked up, countless gazes, whether doubtful, admiring or jealous, fell on him together.

Newcomer has to admit that he has never received much attention as he has today.

"It's Master Nookermen, he's here!"

"Master Nookermen is here." Someone shouted, and then a group of people came forward and surrounded him.

There were old friends from his youth, his former students and current colleagues, and some advocates of the psychic school who stood behind the crowd and had disagreements with him.

More are ordinary extraordinary people who silently adhere to the path of the mechanical school but are discriminated against.

From today on, the Mechanical School has also born their 6th-level rune masters, and it seems that they have found some destination. These sublime people at the bottom can understand better that opportunities are hard-won.

He also became increasingly admired by the leader of Newcomer.

"Sir, did you advance to level 6 years ago?" someone asked excitedly.

"Our brain should be used to think about meaningful questions and explore the paths of machinery and psychics, rather than remembering these idle trivial matters." Nürkmen is accustomed to pretending.

But the farts from the big man are fragrant, so his words naturally won admiration and applause.

"Sir, we heard that your purely mechanical steam powered ship beat all the competing ships from other countries by absolute advantage in yesterday's race."

"We also heard that the speed you showed during the competition was not the limit of that steam-powered ship. It is said that the ship was loaded with a lot of parts and cargo. Is that true? What is the limit speed of that ship?" asked a researcher wearing thick glasses.

"All limits are used to break." Nürkmen smiled, "I will tell you today that the number is 30, and this number may become 32 tomorrow..."

"Don't be obsessed with specific numbers. Only by trying hard to explore and study our knowledge, keep our enthusiasm and never satisfy, can we go further."

"Great!" Everyone clapped.

Not only Newcomer, but also Safry, who was with him, received preferential treatment from everyone. Someone asked about his special way of advancing to level 4, exaggerating and beautifying his deeds back then.

In short, compared to other promoted rune masters, this has more information to dig in the master and apprentice.

At this time, another carriage was parked on the side of the road. Scott and Barry walked down and saw the lively scene not far away. Scott couldn't help but snorted coldly.

"The old guy who pretends to behave."

"Sound down." Barry reminded.

Scott was a little jealous. After he was promoted to the 6th level, he couldn't wait to announce the news to the public before he could completely stabilize his spirit.

Then when he came to the Royal Institute of Engineering, he also enjoyed similar treatment, but his reputation was far worse than that of Newcomer at this time.

After all, it’s just a simple promotion, and others just want to brag and have no material.

But the Nükmen is completely different. It is a competition and a purely mechanical steam power machine. With the restraint and restraint, what happened yesterday's exchange has spread.

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

Comparison between the two, the difference is immediately judged.

At least Scott is more than one better in terms of quality.

When I saw another party involved, everyone's emotions were obviously much more restrained. The most important thing was that some sensitive topics could not be asked in public.

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

"Neukermen, Master!" Scott said without a smile, "Is there anything important to return to Abetus in such a hurry?"

"Haha, it's nothing." Nookermen tightened the envelope in his pocket.

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

"I'm here to submit the application!" Scott suddenly raised his voice and took out an envelope, "The application for replacement for the five senior high school committee members!"

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

“Apply for replacement?”

"Does he think he still have a chance?"

"No matter whether it is strength to achieve reputation, he can't compare with Master Nükmen." Someone whispered.

"We can't say that completely. Scott is younger after all, and his temporary achievements do not represent anything. In a few years, he may completely surpass Newcomer." Some people had different opinions.

After hearing Scott's words, Newke's face tightened and he quietly exchanged a look with Safry.

Both of them were very strange. Normally, Scott continued to apply for a replacement at this time, which was almost a humiliating approach. He was indeed younger, but the advantage of age was difficult to define specifically. At present, of course, hard strength was more important.

"Is that?" Newcomer smiled.

"I'm here to submit a replacement application, too."

"Then let's go together, Master Newcomer." Scott's round face was full of smiles, as if the embarrassment had never happened yesterday.

Haha, poor Newcomer, you don't know what will happen next, Scott lowered his head, his eyes were filled with pride.

Last night he visited Mr. Miloche with Barry, and the process went surprisingly smoothly, as they thought, Miloche was a supporter of the psychic school, coupled with the feelings Scott had learned under him when he was young.

Helping Scott became a natural thing.

After discussion, Scott decided to take the initiative and file a request for abdication first, so that for whatever reason, Newcomer would follow closely.

Then, Miloche came forward to revoke his application for abdication.

Because of Scott, this makes Miloche's act of revoking the application legitimate, as if it was just a momentary intention, rather than deliberately targeting someone.

In this way, at least it will not damage Milos' reputation, and it will be a killing of multiple goals in one fell swoop.

As for Scott, there is no psychological burden. With his current reputation, it is impossible to obtain the qualification for replacing the position with his current reputation.

So under the gaze of everyone, Scott and Newcomer jointly submitted a replacement application.

At this time, the discussion among the crowd about who could obtain the final replacement qualification was getting more and more intense.

Although the Psychology School has a greater influence, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Nükmen has an absolute advantage. Some people have even compared other cases in previous years to analyze the possibility of Nükmen's qualification from multiple aspects.

"Master Nookermen, it seems that you must be the one who belongs to this seat." After submitting the application, you can't get the result immediately. Seeing Nookermen wanting to leave, Scott quickly walked to him.

"You can't say that, after all, everything is possible before the results are announced." Newcomer maintained his modesty.

"Actually I know that I have no hope now." Scott admitted, "but I am not the one who retreats actively. Even if I only have a little chance, I have to fight for it. As you said, everything is possible before the results are announced."

Scott smiled and said, "It may be you, it may be me, and there may be other accidents..."

"What does it mean?" Nookermen smelled some conspiracy.

"Nothing interesting, just talk about it casually."

Just as Nükmen was about to leave, a researcher walked out quickly, "Please wait, two masters!"

The researcher's voice attracted everyone's attention, and everyone stopped to communicate and looked in the direction where the two of Newcomers were.

Holding two envelopes in his hand, the researchers came to the two of Newcomers with apologetic expression, "Sorry, the two masters."

"Just just now, we received a handwritten letter from Commissioner Milos. His physical recovery and mental recovery were also good, so he revoked the previous application for abdication."

"Commissioner Milos said that he was willing to ignite his body and use his last energy to do more for all contract-creating people!"

"So sorry, because Commissioner Milos revoked the application, so your request for replacement..." The researcher looked embarrassed.

"That's great!" Scott clapped his hands.

"Miloche's body has recovered! This is a great day, it's a lucky day, for all of us who create contracts, the Miloche's persistence will make a greater contribution to us in one more day!"

"What is my application worth compared to these?" Scott's face was filled with a sincere smile. After saying that, he snatched his application from the researcher.

Thorn!

He tore his application to pieces in front of everyone.

"This is a day worth congratulations! I hope Commissioner Milos is getting better and better." His eyes turned to Nukomen standing aside.

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

Looking at Scott's expression at this moment, Newcomer seemed to understand something. He revoked the abdication application. There was no vacant position, and his replacement application became a joke.

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

Take back his application from the researcher, sighed, and raised his head to Newcomer and saw the glow of light in Scott's eyes.

Sir, ridiculed.

Stepping forward, Scott walked to Newke's door and said slowly in a low voice 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 imagine it. Mr. Milos has promised me that he will continue to hold on to this position for a few years. In three or five years, what will you compare with me?"

"Oh, by the way, there's one more thing."

"Member Milos is drafting a reform plan, about the mechanical school... do you want to hear it?"

Nükomen clenched his fists, and Scott had already stepped back, "What's wrong? Master Nükomen, don't you want to hear about Mr. Milos's health?"

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

Nookmen turned his head and saw Sigmun strode towards him.

"Why are you...?"

Before going to sea, Newcomer applied for Sigmon as a researcher. Naturally, Sigmon could enter and exit the Royal Academy of Engineering with ease.

"Teacher, this is good news." The keen five senses allowed Sigmun to capture the conversation between the two and understand the causes and consequences.

He took the application from Newcomer and tore it to pieces.

"Rewrite one."

“Write a normal promotion challenge.”

Sigmun raised his hand and pointed in a certain direction in the height.

"Go to apply for abdication."

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

"Whether he retreats or not, we all plan to beat him up openly!"
Chapter completed!