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"Let's have another game!"

After speaking, the old man tapped the ground with his magic wand, and the red booth rippled with a circle of flashing ripples, and in front of the two teenagers, a square piece of parchment appeared, much larger than the previous questionnaire, a meter long and wide. The pen&fun&ge www.biquge.info quill pen has also been replaced with a carbon pen, along with some strange tools that seem to be used to draw pictures.

Seeing these things, Morin's face was full of doubt, and Marcus showed a triumphant smile.

The old man with the strange machine next to him cleared his throat and said, "The previous question was to test how well you know Zororumi, and both of you little ones scored almost perfectly nine points. Now that you're deciding who owns this magic machine, I think it might be a good idea to test your knowledge of magic machines. ”

He looked at the completely different expressions on the faces of the two teenagers, and said with some sympathy: "After all, this Magic Bird Generation is a small gift from the Misool Magic Equipment Store. ”

Although Morin was very unfamiliar with those drawing tools, he felt that the old man's words were quite reasonable, so he did not object, nor complained, and waited for the old man to continue. As for Marcas, he couldn't wait for the old man to announce the topic and then win the game, rightfully owning the mechanical bird that would not be officially sold until two months later.

Even the son of the Grand Duke of the Gesuk Empire would be very difficult to buy a chocobo that had not yet been sold from the magic equipment store in the Free Capital, let alone the people in the family...... The blond-haired, black-eyed boy Marcus exhaled lightly, his eager gaze toward the Walker generation added a little more determination.

The crowd under the booth dispersed a little, but more people wanted to know the result of the two teenagers' competition, who was the lucky guy, a nobleman from the Gessok Empire, or a teenager from a remote country. Of course, it is not excluded that some people, because the children are still reluctantly looking at the silver Walker generation on the booth, and stay to watch this game.

I don't know what I remembered, Merlin looked at the audience with some concern, and found that Aeno was waving at him, and he felt a little more confident in his heart, and secretly thought: "Marcus this guy likes magic machines so much, but he hates civilians so arrogantly, I don't know what will happen if I win this mechanical bird and give it to Aenoor." ”

Imagining the expression on Marcas's haughty face, the boy grinned.

Seeing that the two teenagers had no opinions, the old man continued, "So, for this topic, please draw on a piece of paper the most complex magical machine you can clearly demonstrate, thirty mils (minutes). ”

In the Broken World, drawing is a very basic skill, and many professions, especially non-combat classes, will use this skill, so some nobles will practice it from an early age. Of course, Morin, who grew up with only a beard on his mother's face, paid the terrible price of not being allowed to eat meat for a month for that mischievous creation.

In order to let the crowd of onlookers in the audience also see, the old man didn't know what magic he used, and two curtain-like objects were erected in the air, showing the appearance of two teenagers on drawing paper.

"Be careful, I will judge you by the complexity of your work, its completeness, and a few other factors," the old man finally reminded, "now, do it!" His older voice was particularly melodious, as if the competition before him was full of fun.

Marcus pondered for a moment, seemed to decide on the subject with ease, picked up the pen and drew on the paper, and the pen fell, and the audience was already amazed. Because the blond-haired black-eyed boy in the sky blue robe, without using any tools, drew a long, straight and even line on the paper, without any trembling and crookedness.

You must know that this is not a skill that can be acquired in a day or two, it takes years of practice.

At the same time, some people who guessed Marcas's identity were slightly surprised. The third son of the Grand Duke of Maple Leaf, who has not yet entered school, is quite familiar with the history and humanities of Sororumi, and is so skilled in mechanical painting, it takes too much time. On the other hand, there is too little time to learn how to manage territories, political interactions, and even combat skills.

After all, in Todel, nobility is not only a symbol of honor and status, but also a inheritance of responsibility and obligation.

While people were marveling at Marcus, Maureen was still thinking about what to paint.

The first thing that flashed through his mind was the drawing of the small airship, but it couldn't have been drawn in thirty minutes, so he had to remember something else.

At this moment, the boy felt another burst of heat on his fingers, and Xiao Hei seemed to want to tell himself something.

"Huh?" Morin was happy in his heart, and couldn't help but ask silently, "Little Black, do you want to help me?" But you shouldn't know anything, right?" If he wants to believe that Black Fire, who can't even speak clearly, can figure out complex magic equipment, then it is better to believe that he can win against his friend Barron, although it is hopeless.

As if he wanted to prove himself, Xiao Hei came with a burst of chaotic emotions, but in the end, for some reason, another wave of confusion, followed by another wave of annoyance. Sensing that the young man was holding back not smiling, he was even more angry, so he simply quieted down, and a person (a fire) was secretly angry and ignored the young man.

Recently, Xiao Hei's emotions have been a lot more, and he can communicate more, but he is always confused, like a little doll who can't remember things, Mo Lin couldn't help but laugh, and focused his mind on the competition, recalling the magic equipment manufacturing drawings he had seen.

"This won't work...... This one is too simple...... This one is too hard...... Well, that's it!" I don't know what came to mind, the young man felt slightly dizzy, and quickly sniffed the small white flower on his left hand, which also caused the audience to laugh.

Maureen picked up the pen and, again without any tools, landed on the paper. Because there wasn't enough time, and besides, he wouldn't use it.

The gap is immediately apparent.

Then came a louder laugh.

It is also a straight line, but in this young man's pen, it is three bends and eighteen shaking, and the twists and turns are incomparable, like a child who has never drawn a picture.

This is still worth comparing, most people have already divided their hearts.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous......" Merlin comforted himself, taking a deep breath and concentrating on his surroundings. In fact, now he had to concentrate so hard that he could distinguish the figure in his memory.

The surrounding voices gradually faded away, and there seemed to be only one of them between the vast world and the world, without any disturbance, and the heart was as calm as water. The muscles in the hands are more flexible, and the lines are at least stable and faster under the effort to control......

Time passed bit by bit, and the graphics on the paper became more and more concrete......

One can already see that Marcus is drawing a mechanical hammer, with many sections and three angles, showing the internal structure of the hammer clearly. It has a mana crystal card slot, several mana conduction circuits, a power conversion device, and an excitation device on the hammer surface.

This mechanical hammer, which enhances the force of impact, although it belongs to the simplest kind, already contains quite a few things.

What is even more remarkable is that the author of this illustration is only twelve years old and has not yet entered school, which means that he has not received professional training in school. Whether it's a hobby or not, it shows Marcas' amazing talent for magical mechanics.

Especially compared to the dark-haired boy on the side who smelled the flowers.

I don't know how many people are laughing in front of Maureen's paintings, well, although the lines you draw are not shaky, they are still turning around and have no beauty. The key point is that the whole painting is composed of horizontal or vertical, long or short, straight or curved lines, dense three clusters of lines, the boy on the stage, do you really know what you are drawing?

"Mom, what is that brother with the little white flower in his hand?" a young girl asked the woman in her arms.

"That'...... Should...... It's a hornet's nest. The woman said with some uncertainty.

The game had now been completely meaningless, many people had dispersed, and some were urging the old man to end early, and the boy deserved the prize.

But the old man was still patiently watching the two teenagers on the stage paint.

When he looked at Marcas, the old man's eyebrows were stretched, his gaze was soft, and a smile of appreciation appeared on his face. The delicate and clear mechanical hammer painting, rigorous and standardized, has faintly crossed the threshold of apprenticeship, and it is rare to be precious at a young age.

When he looked at Merlin, the old man's eyebrows twisted together, revealing a strange expression, and even the brass-colored machinery next to his eyes turned faster.

To tell the truth, Morin had just answered the tenth question but answered the seventh question wrongly, which had already surprised the old man, and the interesting answer also made the old man pay more attention. And this painting, although if you look closely, there are some interesting contents in it, but at first glance it really looks too much like a hornet's nest.

Although the people in the audience admired Marcas's work more, the old man wanted to understand what Maureen was painting, and it could not really be a hornet's nest anyway. As long as there are things about magic equipment, the old man believes that there is nothing that he can't recognize.

Thirty minutes slowly came to an end, and the old man's gaze stayed on Maureen's painting for longer and longer.

His eyebrows furrowed, stretched, throbbed, and flown to his bun, as if his heart was constantly fluctuating. Looking at Morin's gaze, it became brighter and brighter.

Finally, after a soft click, the old man fiddled with the machinery next to him and said, "It's time." ”

At the sound of the old man's voice, Marcus turned his head to look at Maureen's painting, intending to make a cold and disdainful expression, but he bent down with a sigh of relief, as if suddenly injured, but only covered his stomach.

He has been painting for some time, and out of aristocratic etiquette, he does not look around, but has been working on the details. It wasn't until the end, when Morin's drawing paper was no longer blurry, that he looked over, but he didn't expect to see three messy hornet's nests, and he almost laughed in his stomach in one breath.

The people in the audience looked understanding, after all, their stomachs had been hurting for a full thirty mils (minutes).

And Morin stopped his pen almost before the old man's voice died down, and he let out a long breath. Then fatigue came like a tide, and he quickly smelled the flowers, relaxed his right hand, which was still twitching, and then raised his head to look around.

Hearing the laughter of the people around him, and the discussion of himself, looking at the delicate and beautiful mechanical hammer that Marcus had drawn, and then looking at the hornet's nest-like thing on his drawing paper, Rao Morin, who had been shuttling among the eggs and vegetable leaves of the harbor residents since he was a child, couldn't help but blush. But he felt that there was still some hope for victory, so he looked at the old man and waited for his judgment.

"Look at that black-haired boy's gaze, does he still think he can win, hahaha, it's really laughing at me......"

"If I had stepped down on my own, at least I would have shown self-knowledge......"

"After all, it's from the remote Duchy of Lothar, and it is estimated that it will not be able to pull down the face......"

At the end of the game, people talked more unscrupulously. Marcus was also a little impatient, and urged the old man to declare his victory with his eyes.

But to people's surprise, the old man with the strange machine did not immediately announce the result, but walked up to Morin, picked up his scroll and looked at it carefully.

Seeing this scene, the discussion of the people around him gradually became quieter.

Of course, most people still muttered something like, "What's so nice about this, it's obviously a hornet's nest ...... scribbled."

Minutes passed, and the old man was still looking at Maureen's paintings, occasionally flicking the brass mechanism next to his eye, which had partially covered the old man's right eye.

After a few more minutes, the old man finally put down the scroll and let out a long breath.

He looked around and said in a deep but affirmative voice: "I declare that the final victor, Maureen Calander!" (The novel "Broken Moon" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will also be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right "Add Friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up!)

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