Chapter 303 The whole world is quiet
After all, Ryan came as the "Lord of Black Dragon City", so Omar Academy of Sciences did not dare to neglect him.
As the city lord, he is at the kingdom level. According to the aristocratic system, his title is at the same level as that of a prince.
What's more, Ryan sent someone to deliver the exchange visiting card in accordance with the procedures.
In any case, the Omar Royal Academy of Sciences has to accept this "exchange" whether they want to or not.
…
The college's reception staff led Ryan and his party to the "Academic Exchange Hall".
A place that looks like a lecture hall.
The mustache man in a tuxedo was very polite and arranged for them to sit down: "Lord Ryan, please take a rest. We have already notified the person in charge of the students..."
"Um."
Ryan nodded and sat down on the sofa.
Although he didn't care about the red tape, when he was out, as the city lord, representing Black Dragon City, he had to show off his style and act as crazy as he should.
Not long after they sat down, the students who had heard the news had already poured into the academic exchange hall.
Ryan and his group stared at each other and whispered.
Ryan was very relaxed and at ease, half lying on the sofa drinking coffee.
Old Master Tust also had a blank expression on his face. However, after he came out of the lakeside cottage, his eyes were filled with a gleam of brilliance that was only growing brighter.
Only little Carl seemed a little nervous.
More and more people came in, dozens, hundreds, thousands...
Those people were pointing at them, not just the young and immature students, but also many older and even gray-haired professors.
Coincidentally, Mark and his group from the advanced class, whom Ryan and his classmates met when they entered the training center, also came to the exchange hall.
They saw Ryan and his companions and were slightly surprised.
"Haha, I was wondering who was speaking so arrogantly, it turns out it was them..."
"Wow... these country bumpkins are actually mechanics. No wonder they could recognize the model of your robotic arm just now..."
"Haha, do you really think our Royal Academy of Sciences is something? You still want to communicate with Dean Brendan? Tsk tsk, you think you are the 'Grandmaster of Mechanics'..."
"Who knows? In some rural areas, any lowly craftsman who repairs motorcycles can be called a 'mechanical master'..."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
“… …”
Even though they now knew that Ryan was the city lord, these young students still spoke rudely.
These "second-generation officials" who grew up in the imperial capital, although they have seen a lot of high-ranking nobles.
A city lord who came from the "countryside" was not worthy of their fear.
Soon, when Ryan and the others' identities were no longer a mystery, the huge communication hall gradually became noisy.
…
Anyway, today was destined to be a big day, so Ryan managed to keep his composure.
He just ignored the ridicule around him and didn't care at all.
Tust also had a nonchalant expression on his face. No one would recognize him now. Besides, in the Royal Academy, he had few friends but many enemies.
It was the first time that Carl was ridiculed by a group of people, and his face turned red.
These people not only mocked him, but also mocked his grandfather Tust and the mechanical technology that they were proud of.
Facing those malicious sarcasm, Carl clenched his fists and felt indignant in his heart: "Brother Ryan, we don't even know them... How can they say this about us!"
"They are just a bunch of self-righteous guys. Don't pay any attention to them."
Ryan smiled and said nonchalantly, "If you really feel angry, you can let these guys learn some knowledge during the discussion later. After all, mechanics have to speak with their skills."
"Um!"
After listening to this, Karl nodded solemnly, "I will let them know that the mechanical technology of our Black Dragon Academy is not as bad as they say!"
After waiting for about an hour, the communication hall was already packed with people.
But Dean Brendan did not show up, but a middle-aged man with yellow and sallow complexion came.
He introduced himself: "My name is Oliver. I am tied up with some things right now and cannot get away for the time being, so I will host this exchange meeting."
When Ryan heard this, he said calmly, "Oh."
As soon as he heard the introduction, he knew that the guy in front of him was the disciple of Dean Bradan and also a master of mechanics.
Under normal circumstances, a reception from a master is enough to handle exchanges between local territorial academies.
It was expected that the "real boss" didn't come.
Knowing that Tust is still alive, he must have come here to cause trouble today and would definitely not show up so easily.
However, whether Brendan comes or not, this matter will have to happen today.
Ryan didn't ask Brendan whether he would come or not.
Since he was the one who started the trouble, he was not polite: "Since Grandmaster Oliver is here, that's fine... We from Black Dragon Academy came here with sincerity this time, so we hope to have a good exchange with your academy..."
Oliver asked, "How does Lord Ryan plan to communicate?"
Generally, the exchange groups from other colleges have a fixed process. They first visit the college, then watch the students' performances and report their achievements, and then buy some technical patents to take back, and that's the end of the exchange.
Ryan said directly: "Let's compete. Although our Black Dragon Academy has just been established, the students also want to communicate with the talented students of the Holy Land."
Is this a competition?
Although Oliver had heard that the visitor had ill intentions, his face looked a little unhappy when he heard this.
No one is qualified to challenge the Omar Royal Academy of Sciences.
But in a blink of an eye, he looked at the people around Ryan again with a suspicious look on his face.
Apart from the guards, it seemed that only the child looked like a student.
one person?
Students?
Ryan didn't say anything more. He turned his head and looked at Carl: "Carl, go up on stage and communicate with the geniuses of Omar Imperial City."
Finally, he added: "You're welcome!"
Carl nodded seriously and said, "Okay, Brother Ryan. I'll go then..."
"Um."
Ryan nodded, his eyes gradually became deep, and he murmured in his heart: Since the old man won’t come out, let’s see how long you can hide!
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Little Carl went on stage and felt a little nervous looking at the densely packed crowd below the stage.
He remembered the etiquette that the ceremonial officers of Black Dragon City had taught him before coming here , so he saluted stiffly and then stammered, "My name...my name is Carl Fuernst, and I'm from...Black Dragon City. Please...give me your guidance."
It was a seemingly childish performance , but it immediately caused everyone to burst into laughter.
"Haha, look at his poor noble etiquette. Even a clown in a circus could do better than him."
"He is indeed a country bumpkin..."
"That's it, you still want to compete?"
“…”
The students of the Royal Academy of Omar did not hide their ridicule of the "country people". This was a tradition in the aristocratic circle. The high-ranking nobles looked down on the low-ranking nobles, and the low-ranking nobles looked down on the new nobles. But at the bottom of the contempt chain were the "country" nobles outside the imperial capital...
Especially when they heard that Black Dragon City was coming to "challenge", these noble boys and girls burst into laughter.
It was as if I saw a monkey standing on the stage doing a funny show.
How could there be such a "fool"?
Does anyone really think that this "exchange" is a competition with their Omar Royal Academy of Sciences?
…
Carl stood alone on the stage.
Faced with the ridicule of thousands of people, he seemed a little helpless.
After all, it is an exchange meeting, even if it is a farce, it must continue.
Anyway, the embarrassing party is not their Oma College. The host also tried to suppress his smile and walked up to start the communication process.
He asked, "Excuse me, Mr. Karl from the Black Dragon Academy, what kind of mechanical technology are you good at?"
Mechanic is just a general term.
Anyone who is extraordinary and has anything to do with mechanics can be called a "mechanic".
The field of mechanics is also extremely broad, involving many disciplines such as guns and ammunition, robotic arms, mechanical cities, locomotives, external skeletons, mechanical armor, and even alchemy, forging, etc.
The Royal Academy of Sciences has more than thirty branches of mechanics.
Every profession has its specialization, and generally, mechanic apprentices specialize in one or several techniques.
Now that we are going to "compete and exchange", we naturally have to compare our own "specialties".
Carl had never been to school and didn't know what the host meant by asking this question.
But when he heard the question, he answered truthfully: "I... I know some guns, mechanical arms, ammunition, steam locomotives, mechanical cities, blasting, energy..."
Carl counted seriously, but he found that he couldn't finish counting, so he said, "Well... I probably know a little about mechanical things."
When these words were spoken, the host was also stunned.
The meeting place burst into laughter again.
Fields like "mechanical city" and "energy" are not something that apprentices can get involved in. Only mid-level and senior mechanics are qualified to learn them.
An apprentice just says that he is "good at" everything?
"Haha, where did this idiot come from? When asked what fields he is good at, he actually said he is good at everything. Even a master wouldn't dare to say he is proficient in so many fields. Is this kid a comedian here to make us laugh?"
"I didn't expect this either. It turns out this isn't an academic exchange, but a bragging session?"
"Just because he knows a little bit of mechanical knowledge, he doesn't think he's good at it. I doubt if he's ever been to school."
"Haha, that 'Black Dragon Academy' is only at this level. I don't think there's any point in comparing it..."
“…”
A good communication suddenly seemed like a sign of a farce developing.
Many students and tutors who had originally wanted to attend the academic exchange shook their heads and stood up to leave the venue.
In their view, this farce is a complete delay to their research.
…
At this time, Ryan didn't call for a stop, and neither did Grandmaster Oliver, so the exchange meeting had to continue.
The host could only bite the bullet and asked again: "Well... since Mr. Karl knows a little bit, which mechanical technology do you plan to share with everyone?"
Carl looked at the layout of the venue and thought for a while, "How about firearms? It seems that it is not convenient to display other things here."
He thought to himself that the explosion would probably blow up the entire venue...
The host continued: "Then do you... have any finished works that you can show to everyone?"
"You made it yourself?"
Carl thought about it and took out a strangely shaped rifle.
It is a bit like the bubble gun that children play with, short and thick, and its shape looks full of childishness, completely different from the dark style of mainstream firearms.
It looks more like a children's toy than a murder weapon.
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In the audience, when Ryan saw Carl take out the firearm that looked like a bubble gun, his eyes were filled with laughter and tears, and he muttered in his heart: "Sure enough, Carl's taste hasn't changed..."
However, the best is yet to come.
The host suppressed his embarrassment and looked at the strange-looking thing in front of him... which could be considered a musket, and said, "Mr. Karl, can you introduce your... musket?"
"oh."
Carl introduced his musket seriously, saying: "I named this musket [High Explosive Bubble Sprayer]. Because the ammunition is too powerful, I thickened the barrel. I use 'Level 3 Black Phosphorus High Explosive Gunpowder', so the barrel also has a fourth-level special enchantment. The bullet is..."
But before he could finish his words, the venue became lively again.
The noise interrupted him again.
Just now everyone was full of anticipation, waiting to see what this boastful kid could come up with.
Unexpectedly, there really is such a toy-shaped rifle.
Listening to this well-written introduction, even serious people couldn't hold back.
"Is this a musket? Are you sure it's not a child's toy?"
"Fourth-level enchantment? Hahahahaha... Fourth-level enchantment is a skill that only mid-level mechanics can master. Does his broken thing need such a high-level enchantment?"
"Tsk tsk... As expected, a college of the same level will produce students of the same level. Our Royal Academy really can't compare to this kind of people, hahahaha..."
"You can call this a musket? It's an insult to the discipline of 'gun manufacturing'! A musket is a weapon used to kill people and monsters, not a toy!"
“…”
Seeing this, even the most well-mannered person can't help himself.
No one would be in a good mood in this situation. It's fine if one person on the stage is being stupid, but why do they want thousands of people to cooperate and watch him perform a farce?
It's ridiculous!
It's a waste of time for those mechanics who are devoted to studying mechanical technology!
"Get out!"
"Get out!"
"Get out!"
“…”
The noise in the communication hall grew louder and louder, with everyone loudly expressing their dissatisfaction.
It's time for this farce to end.
The host couldn't hide his embarrassment: "You...Brother Carl, your gun..."
Carl listened to everyone mocking him, his face flushed red, and he argued: "My gun is very powerful!"
After hearing this, the host lost his attention and glanced at the hospital's senior management below the stage, wanting to seek help on how to end the situation.
Those people didn't quite understand. Could it be that they were really here to make fun of them? Even the college's top management was a little confused.
I originally thought it would be a very tricky "communication conference", but it turned out to be a farce.
But it was Black Dragon City that proposed the exchange, and it was convenient for them, Oma College, to be the master and the servant.
Since Black Dragon City didn't call for a stop, we had no choice but to continue.
Seeing that no one wanted to end the show, the host could only continue. He thought about it and said, "Then... how about, Mr. Carl, you try shooting at the target over there? Let's test the power of the musket..."
"oh."
Carl nodded, took aim at the rifle, and pulled the trigger.
Green flames spurted out from the muzzle...
Then, there was a loud "BOOM" sound, which made everyone's eardrums hurt!
Looking closely again, a hundred meters away from the stage, the target that could withstand the attack of small artillery exploded instantly. A strange green flame ignited on the stone target that was shattered into thousands of pieces...
Then, the whole world was quiet.
