"Who is this guy? How dare you belittle Master Stephen's masterpiece!"

"Looking at his hillbilly appearance, how is it possible to understand the wonderful magic alchemy?"

"How did this hillbilly get in?

The audience was full of discussions, and most of them were surrounded by Master Stephen and did not take Mick's words seriously.

However, this was Master Stephen's first press conference since joining the Imperial Royal Alchemy Society, and he himself had great expectations for it. If he doesn't deal with doubts perfectly, then it will become a stain on him.

"What do you think of my war barriers, little friend?" Master Stephen forced down the anger in his heart, signaling the angry audience to calm down, and then said to Mick with a pleasant face.

Mick didn't seem to care about those fire-breathing eyes, and said eloquently: "Indeed, this war barrier of yours has avoided the disadvantages of the two types of magic equipment to a certain extent, but it has also made this equipment completely have the shortcomings of the two types of equipment. Isn't this kind of redundant, overkill, and cost-effective design rubbish?"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar, and Master Stephen gritted his back molars fiercely.

"There will be such doubts, I think it's because you don't know much about magic equipment, as long as you have a little common sense, you will know that magic equipment is limited by the law, permanent classes need to consume the user's magic, and enchantments will decay over time, which no one can change.

Although my war barrier did not completely solve these two problems, it gave a completely new design direction, multiplied the continuous combat capability of the equipment, greatly reduced the requirements for users, and called him epoch-making without doubt. ”

Master Stephen's words were powerful, not only fully demonstrating his masterly demeanor, but also silently mocking Mick as a clown who didn't understand alchemy.

Sure enough, hearing this, the vast majority of the audience couldn't help but applaud, and their eyes as they looked at Mick were full of mockery and disdain.

Mick, however, was completely unmoved, and sneered: "Yes, yes, blame your incompetence on the limits of the law, and then you can ignore the major flaws, and then you can boast about yourself without any scruples." Master Stephen, when it comes to cheating, you really are a great master!"

"You ......" Master Stephen turned blue with anger at Mick's hooliganism.

Seeing that the promising press conference was about to turn into a farce, the emcee Bauer's face turned red and shouted: "This guy is here to make trouble, what about the guards? Quickly blast him out, no, hand him over to the imperial sheriff for interrogation, and see who sent the spies!"

Hearing Bauer's shout, the two guards on duty immediately leaned over like Mick.

At this moment, a big fat man with a height of eight feet and a body width of eight feet walked down from the box on the second floor, and several attendants following him politely stopped the guards, and everyone showed surprised expressions when they saw that it was him.

"It's Viscount Eric, the great arms dealer, what's wrong with him?"

The big fat man Eric seemed to have some status, he walked to the center of the hall and nodded politely to Master Stephen, who did not dare to slack off and hurriedly returned the salute.

Eric smiled slightly and said, "This guy dares to question Master Stephen to his face, it's really unbelievable. But just kicking him out like this, doesn't it seem that Master Stephen is weak-minded? It is better to let him finish his words, and then let the master refute him speechless on the spot, so that it will be more beneficial to the reputation of the master. ”

Eric's words were universally recognized by the audience, making it difficult for Master Stephen to ride the tiger.

But after thinking about it, he felt that there was some truth in what Eric said, and if he just kicked people out, it would seem that he was too stingy as a master, and he didn't know how tomorrow's magic newspaper would mock him.

Anyway, this kid can't turn the sky upside down, so it's better to take this opportunity to fully show his broad-mindedness to the guests, and maybe he can turn the situation around and grab greater benefits.

Thinking of this, Master Stephen winked at Bauer and motioned for him to let Mick finish.

Mick glanced at the gloomy Master Stephen and shocked the audience as soon as he spoke: "The war barrier has a fatal flaw!"

"What?"

"How is this possible?"

"What kind of crazy thing is this guy talking about?"

"Quiet, listen to me!" Mick yelled and continued: "First of all, the situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, any battle can be fought for seven or eight hours, several days in a row, or even a month, it is not uncommon for nine spells to support until the end of the battle, so in the chaos of the battlefield, how to find a magician to recharge it?"

And once the war barrier cannot be charged on the battlefield, it loses the biggest selling point of recycling, and becomes an outright enchanted equipment, but its cost is more than ten times that of ordinary enchanted equipment!"

Hearing this, the faces of several military representatives turned serious, and the war barrier may not be as practical as they expected.

"Second, the War Barrier is essentially based on permanent equipment, using enchantment techniques to sub-solidify nine spells. This stupid design not only makes the permanent equipment of the War Barrier have the attenuation problem that only enchanted equipment has, but also greatly increases the cost of equipment and maintenance, which is simply cheating money!"

Mick's categorical assessment once again sparked a commotion at the scene.

"Is that so?" asked an old officer in the box on the second floor to his assistant.

The assistant pondered for a moment and nodded affirmatively. The old officer's face suddenly became a little displeased.

In the hall on the first floor, Mick sneered and named the most vicious question: "So, I doubt your motives, Master Stephen. Are you throwing out such an opportunistic, flashy and stupid design to cheat everyone out of their money, or do you want to weaken the Empire's war potential?"

"What? Stephen is taking us for idiots by using such despicable means to cheat money?"

"He wants the Empire to buy flashy equipment to reduce the combat power of the Imperial Legion!

"Oh my God, this guy is so shameless and so insidious!"

"Enough!"

In the face of Mick's unfounded accusations, Master Stephen was already furious, but more often than not, he was deeply frightened from the bottom of his heart. Today's press conference is attended by the imperial magnates, and even the bigwigs of the military department, once he is labeled as treason, his fate will be unimaginably tragic.

This vicious scoundrel, he wants to kill me!

Master Stephen shouted angrily: "Slander! This is a shameful slander! In the face of the law, no one can expect the best of both worlds! I solved the most critical problem, cost and practicality are only a trade-off to bypass the intervention of the law!"

"Who says you can't have the best of both worlds in the face of the law?" Mick interrupted Master Stephen contemptuously.

"Who can? you scoundrel?" said Master Stephen with an angry laugh, looking at Mick like he was looking at an idiot.

"I can!" Mick replied confidently.

"Hahahaha!" Master Stephen suddenly laughed loudly, he originally thought that he would lose today, but he didn't expect that the scoundrel in front of him would dare to say that he could bypass the law.

You must know that as long as the strength does not reach the legendary level, the law is a high wall, and no one can cross it. He can't, his teacher Frank can't, not even the top magic alchemist on this interface.

Mick's wild words amused everyone present, even the big fat man Eric and Alexander in the box.

However, Mick did not flinch in the slightest, he untied the burden behind him, and took out an extremely ordinary steel shield from it.

"What is this? a standard steel shield of fifty gold coins?"

"There's not even a shred of magic on it. ”

"Isn't this guy crazy?"

All eyes were on Mick, but Mick seemed to be unaware of it, holding the steel shield and saying to the people present, "Come on a vindictive, try my work." ”

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and they don't want to go up and make this ugly. In the end, Eric couldn't stand it anymore and snapped his fingers to call out an entourage.

This entourage is not a full-time guard, his martial arts skills are average, and he has just reached the third level.

Mick smiled as he handed him the steel shield, then whispered a few words in his ear, and the attendant immediately looked shocked.

Mick patted him lightly on the shoulder and encouraged, "Do as I say, there will be no problem." ”

The retinue nodded suspiciously, and his body lit up with an impure fighting spirit.

At the moment when the fighting spirit lit up, a thin magical brilliance lit up on the ordinary steel shield.

"What is this?!" the audience immediately burst into surprise.

However, before they could see what was going on, they found that the fighting energy on the entourage's body was like a flood that opened the floodgates, constantly pouring towards the steel shield, and one after another magic appeared on the steel shield, a level of magic defense, a level of physical defense, a level of strength enhancement, and a level of spiritual strength.

Although there are only four types of magic, and all of them are only level one, each magic is cast at least ten times in a very short period of time, which is far more than the amount of magic reserved for ordinary magic items.

"Perpetually forged magical equipment that can be used by warriors?!Oh my God, this isn't a dream?!" I don't know who exclaimed, as if a spark was thrown down from a pan of oil, and the audience was instantly detonated.

"Oh my God, this can't be! Permanent magic equipment can be charged with Dou Qi!"

"How is this possible?"

"Is this still magic equipment?"

All the military representatives couldn't help but widen their eyes and look at this scene in a daze.

In the box, Alexander suddenly got up, grabbed the crimson splintered hilt of his sword, and stared intently at the shield.

The retinue was weak, and after a few rounds of magic, it was exhausted, and the steel shield dimmed again.

But when everyone looked at the steel shield again, their eyes were full of heat and incredulity. Everyone can't wait to snatch it up and take a closer look.

There was another sound of messy footsteps on the stairs, and an old officer, surrounded by everyone, walked briskly down from the second floor.

"General Fritz!" all the military representatives on the first floor immediately stood up and saluted, and everyone else present also saluted him according to their identities.

General Fritz walked to the center of the hall, stared at the shield for a long time, and finally exclaimed incredibly: "What a masterpiece, he will change the pattern of the imperial armament, it is no exaggeration to say that your design will bring the combat effectiveness of the imperial army to a new level, this is a truly epoch-making masterpiece!"

Permanent magical equipment is very powerful, but due to the limitations of the user's magical power and the high cost of construction, not only does it not work for all non-magical classes, but it is also impossible to assemble armies in large quantities.

Mick's steel shield solves the former problem perfectly, and while it is still expected to be expensive, it makes it possible for the empire to form special armies on a small scale and use standard magic equipment.

Don't look at Mick's steel shield can only cast first-level magic, but if an army can cast a reasonable combination and a steady stream of first-level magic, it will definitely be an extremely terrifying force.

As long as the size of this army exceeds five hundred, it can play a decisive role in a battle of 10,000 people, which is equivalent to giving the empire an extra killer weapon out of thin air.

After figuring out this crucial point, everyone felt that General Fritz's comment was very pertinent, and the expectations for this work were raised several notches again.

"Son, what's your name?" asked General Fritz as he walked up to Mick and excitedly asked.

"Your Excellency, my name is Mick Norristown von Beckmann, viscount, from the north. ”

"Son, would you like to work at the Alchemy Research Institute of the Military Department?" the general's words immediately caused an uproar among the crowd.

The Alchemy Research Institute is the jewel in the crown of the empire, and if you want to enter there, you not only need strong magic alchemy strength, but also represent absolute trust by the empire, because the people there are in contact with the most core secret projects of the empire.

However, Mick's reaction was even more shocking, and he actually refused!

"Why?" General Fritz asked puzzledly, "Maybe you don't know much yet, the Alchemy Institute is no worse than the Royal Alchemy Society. ”

Mick bowed deeply to the old general and explained, "General Fritz, thank you for your kindness, but you misunderstood. I didn't want to work there, not because I didn't think it was bad, but because I had just entered the Imperial War College, and I thought I still needed to study. ”

In the face of temptation, he can still stick to his heart and see his own shortcomings, this young man is very good.

This unexpected answer made General Fritz show obvious appreciation: "That's fine, when you graduate from the alchemy equipment department, you will go to the research institute, maybe you will have greater achievements." ”

"You're mistaken again, I didn't choose the alchemy equipment department, but the combat magic department. Mick said apologetically.

"What?" the old general was taken aback, and immediately shook his head and said, "How can this work? How can an excellent alchemist like you go to the front line to fight? No, I'll find Heine's old guy to theorize, and we must not let the talents of the empire be lost on the battlefield in vain!"

"General!" Mick stopped the excited Fritz and said in a righteous and awe-inspiring voice: "As a citizen of the empire, I love this country deeply, and I have the obligation to fight for her! ”

General Fritz was the most orthodox Imperial soldier, and the most difficult thing for him to resist in his life was the enthusiasm of young people to serve their country. Listening to Mick's eloquent declaration, Fritz seemed to see himself in his youth.

What a boy, he was loyal, upright, fearless, courageous, and above all, very talented. Such children are the most cherished pride of the Empire.

Fritz gave Mick a deep look, nodded and said, "I am touched by your nobility, child. Although I am a general, I cannot deprive you of the right to fight for your country. In the future, if you need my help, you can always come to me at the military headquarters. ”

With that, General Fritz gave Mick a military salute and left the magic hall with a group of officers, his straight back showing deep relief.

It's just that one day, when he learns what Mick really thinks in his heart, I don't know if he will be so angry that he vomits blood......

"Mr. Beckman, I am willing to sell your work for 30,000 gold coins. ”

"30,000 gold coins, are you embarrassed to speak? I'll give 50,000!"

"I'll give 80,000!"

After the departure of General Fritz, the press conference of Master Stephen reached a real climax, but all this had nothing to do with him. Like a basket of garbage, he was squeezed into a corner by the excited crowd, staring blankly at the incredible steel shield.

He still couldn't believe that Mick was able to solve the intervention of the law, let alone that there would be no one behind today's scene. He boiled everything down to a conspiracy, a conspiracy against him.

Anger grew in his empty eyes, and he wanted to rush up and peel Mick for cramps.

Mick looked at the resentful Master Stephen and smiled bitterly. It seems that this time I offended him badly, I'm afraid that even his teacher Master Frank was offended, right?

But Mick couldn't help it. As early as when he decided to go to the imperial capital, he had to face a problem, and that was the attitude of the Beckman family.

Mick knew that the shame of his family, as long as he messed around in the imperial capital for one day, it was tantamount to slapping the Beckman family in the face, which was absolutely intolerable for the strong and arrogant Beckman, and they would do it to themselves sooner or later.

Mick wanted to hide in obscurity, but Maltiz's reality told him that here, obscurity equaled nothing.

Then he can only choose to make a blockbuster, use his talent to create a certain influence, and make the Beckman family a bogeyman. There was certainly a lot of risk, but he had no choice.

And in this world, there is nothing like breaking authority to become famous overnight.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to find the unlucky Master Stephen, and offended him and the forces behind him fiercely, in such an extreme way, to gain a little living space.

Is it just that this will tie the hands of the Beckman family? Mick doesn't know, he's still confused about the future.

Just as Mick was thinking about it, he suddenly felt someone gently tap him on the shoulder.

Mick turned around and saw that the big fat man Eric was looking at him with a smile. The fat on his face trembled, and he looked very kind: "Dear Mick, my boss wants to talk to you alone. ”

"Talk, talk about what?" Mick asked, puzzled.

Eric smiled very cheerfully: "He wants to talk to you about the details of funding you to open a private alchemy lab......"

"What?" Mick's eyes widened in surprise.