Chapter 300: The Pursuit
"Teacher."
Diego walked into a real room.
This is a demonic development base located on Babylon and presided over by the Grant family. This room was Lawrins's exclusive room, and when Diego walked in, several assistants sent several new magic weapons components to Lawrins, who personally inspected and accepted them by the prestigious sequence master.
Lawrins is over half a hundred years old, and his hair is no longer as thick as his youth, but it is still combed rigorously, just like his meticulous life. He was very tall, and even as he got older, his waist was still straight. Even Diego was a head short when he stood next to him, Lawrins turned to look at the student from a wealthy family, nodded and said, "You're here." β
"Teacher, I don't know if you have seen the design plan of Bethcord?" Diego did his best to be humble in front of the sequencer.
Lawrins gestured and walked into his private office with Diego.
Closing the door, Lawrins said in a deep voice, "Peering on other people's trade secrets, I have to say, is a very unethical behavior. β
"My father said that this press conference must be foolproof. After all, it's a matter of whether we can get enough orders in the first quarter. It's never a bad thing to know what to do. Diego shrugged.
Lawrins snorted and said, "Karma is fine, and God is not divided." Diego, if you want to make a difference in sequence design, it's best to remember what I said. Just like you engravers, everyone takes a different path. The same is true for sequence design, each work is related to the designer's experience, understanding and mind. This road is lonely, and what we have to go on is to concentrate all our spiritual will and go all the way. β
"If you're like you, you don't forget to peek at your opponent's work, and your energy is distracted. If you are light, you must not take care of both, and if you are stricter, you will even have doubts about your own works. That's fatal for every designer! β
Lawrins himself was an ordinary person, who did not light a fire, let alone the slightest source power. But his attainments and understanding of sequence design are well-deserved giants. Just if he can say this, it will be enough to convince Diego.
A hint of true respect flashed in the eyes of this wealthy kid, and he nodded, "I promise, there will never be a next time, teacher." β
Lawrins nodded.
Taking out a file bag from the drawer and throwing it on the table, Lawrins shook his head and said, "I don't know how much you paid to get this information, but I regret to tell you that what you have paid for it will be in vain." β
Diego's eyes were cold: "Could it be that this plan is fake?" β
"No, it's true. The point is that the people who designed it were naΓ―ve. No, or maybe his ideas are too wild. For sequence design, a lot of imagination is a must. However, it is difficult to translate an idea into an actual work. Lawrins smiled slightly, "I'm sure that this plan didn't come from Hughton. Speaking of which, he, like me, is bound by so-called experience, so what I and he devised must be a strict and cautious style. β
"We all lack a spirituality, but our things are practical enough." Lawrins patted the file bag and said, "However, this one, the designer can be described as a whimsical. But I don't think that's going to happen. This set of Flame Warriors attempts to combine two different magical weapons, the Flame Rifle and the Honor Barrier, into one set. But it lacks a medium that can connect the two, which determines that this scheme is destined to be a pipe dream. β
Diego said excitedly: "In this way, the teacher is already completely sure that he will overwhelm Bescord at the press conference? β
Lawrins said indifferently: "There are always variables in everything, who dares to guarantee that everything is under control?" Ten out of ten dare not say it, but nine out of ten still have it. Hughton, the old fellow, who worshipped with me in my youth, was under the same teacher. He does have some talent for sequences, but like you, he's also developing into the world of Source Force, which makes him far less successful in sequence design than I am. β
"I'm sure Bethcord will have to pull it out eventually. If Hughton had been in charge, I could have guessed what he would have done. Therefore, there is no cause for concern. β
"With the teacher's words, I can reply to my father." Diego paused, and then said, "Teacher, about the Federal Academy of Science and Technology?" β
"Don't worry, I've submitted a letter of recommendation to the Academy of Science and Technology. If you want to make a name for yourself at this press conference, then it is not a problem to enter the Academy of Science and Technology. Lawrins said.
Diego couldn't hide his joy in his eyes, and if he could enter the Federation's Academy of Science and Technology, then his status in the family would be raised again.
"By the way, I heard that something happened at Port Liberty yesterday?" Lawrins asked, who rarely cared about current affairs, but this time was an exception.
After all, the shooting down of the Liberty Gate airship yesterday was definitely a big deal. Even Diego couldn't help but look pale when he heard Lawrins mention it, and said, "Something is indeed wrong." And something big is happening, and now the Federation and the Gate of Freedom are probably going to war. My father said that this was not a good thing. Floating islands and the surface will be in full swing, and the need for armaments will be greater than ever. It's just that this business has not yet been completed, and now there is a lot of noise in Babylon. β
"A flying ship that can attack the Gate of Liberty in that situation, if you want to say that the Federation has no internal ghosts, who will believe it. Now the matter has been handed over to Admiral Fendi and his Iron Fist legion. β
Lawrins frowned: "It was handed over to Fendi, that general, and his temper is not ordinarily bad." I think it's better to leave this matter to General Sylfa's 'Black Wings'. β
"I think so, too, Black Wing's best at stealth maneuvers. They were in charge, and at least Babylon seemed calm on the surface. But if it's an iron fist to take over......" Speaking of this, Diego also shook his head.
Black Street.
The old oak bar, located on the edge of this black area, seemed to have some miscontact with the light tubes, flickering in the dim night. The bar was brightly lit and there was a burst of music. Suddenly a figure flashed at the bar, and a passer-by in a dark trench coat covered half of his face with a hat. He lowered his head and slipped his hand into the pocket of his trench coat and into the bar.
Immediately surrounded by blazing air and enthusiastic cheers.
The Old Oak Bar has expanded a lot in the past two years, and the scope of the bar includes an open-air seating in the corridor outside the door, and there is even an additional stage in the bar. There are bands for a long time, and the soul singers who move the whole floating island perform here from time to time.
A small show is going on in Old Oak tonight, and it's also Edward's farewell party. The soul singer announced his retirement, which is puzzling and regrettable. Smaller shows like this have been going on for a long time, and Edward is preparing to hold a big show at the Venus Hotel to officially retire from Babylon's entertainment scene.
As for the reason, he has been avoiding it.
No one knows why.
Passers-by in trench coats quietly slipped into the bar and ordered a glass of whiskey. At this moment, there are several dancers on the stage who are dancing hotly, and Edward is just resting at the back/stage. At this time, the door of the bar suddenly exploded, and the bursting debris shot out, causing several nearby drinkers to avoid and fall to the ground in shock, causing a lot of chaos. Passers-by in front of the bar hurriedly put down their wine glasses, tightened the hat of their trench coat and wanted to leave.
Suddenly, under an invisible pressure cover, the wine glasses on the bar exploded one by one. The man sighed and slowly pulled out his hat, revealing a lean face.
Meanwhile, at the back of the bar, Edward changes into a new costume and walks out of the fitting room. Daddy Ward leaned to the side and smoked a cigar, looked at the young man and said, "Are you leaving Earth?" β
Edward didn't hide it from him, nodded and said, "I've found a good team. β
"I heard Willik say it. Time flies, two years have passed in the blink of an eye. Old Ward took down his cigar and grinned, "Then I can only wish you a pleasant journey, and besides, don't be caught again this time." β
Edward smiled and said, "I won't ......"
Suddenly, both of them changed their faces, and they both felt that there was suddenly a strong and powerful force in the bar, and the two hurriedly ran out. I saw that the people in the bar were staggering, and there was a vacant space near the bar. A man in a trench coat stood next to him, and another man sat on a high chair in front of the bar. The man had long, flaxen hair parted in the middle, and was wearing a black and white striped suit with a purple bow tie at the neckline.
He was drinking as if nothing had happened, as if sensing the sights of old Ward and Edward. So he turned back to the two of them and smiled slightly, raising a glass of respect. The two of them saw an extremely handsome face, but unfortunately there was an "X" shaped scar on this face, from the center of the eyebrows to both cheeks, which made this face look a little hideous.
At the sight of this face, Old Ward's cigar fell to the ground and he lost his voice, "How can the Federation's Fendi Lord/Will be here?" β
"Official business. It's just official business. The long-haired man jumped out of the high chair, put his hands in his trouser pockets and said with a smile: "The Iron Fist Legion is on official business tonight, please avoid anyone who has nothing to do." Well, we try not to damage your personal property. β
Then he looked at the man in the trench coat behind him: "Major General Marco, now I want to arrest you for treason against the Federation." Please don't resist, okay? It's a public place, and if you don't cooperate, I'll hurt my head. β
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