"What's wrong, Scott?" Barry noticed the change in Scott's face.

"Mr. Miloche is going to lose!"

"The game is not over yet, why do you say that?"

"The first item has 6 contribution values, the second item has 8 contribution values, and the two items have 14 contribution values, what about Mr. Milos?"

"He's 17!"

"The two are only 3 contributions apart."

Take a deep breath Scott continued: "If I remember correctly, at an internal committee exchange meeting three years ago, Newcomer submitted his research on mechanical theory over the years, and the contribution value given was 3."

"That is to say..." Barry also realized something, "Just take this theoretical study, he can easily obtain 3 contribution values. With the 14 I obtained before, his scores are exactly the same as Mr. Milos!"

"Yes." Scott's face turned pale, "According to the rules, as a challenger, Newcomer will win the final victory with the same score!"

"He will get seats as five permanent members!" Barry breathed.

"We have done so much, are we going to fail?" At this moment, he felt like a clown jumping up and down. He turned his head and Nukemen on the high platform looked calm.

Miloche, who was standing opposite him, had a gloomy face.

Obviously he also realized the problem.

Soon, whispers came from the audience. It was obvious that Scott and others who knew the news were not the only ones who knew about this news. Everyone realized that the third design had not been displayed, so Newcomer locked the result in advance.

Before the meeting started, no one expected that Newcomer would win, but now, looking at Newcomer on the stage with a calm look on their face, they realized that Newcomer had been full of confidence from the beginning.

"Very good." Miloche glanced at Nookermen, "I lost, but I lost to you. In the evaluation of the steam power machine, the dean gave a value that was much higher than the others, and there was also the second item... He should not have made a statement in advance."

Milosh looked resentful.

As the only seventh-level contractor in the kingdom and the dean of the Royal Academy of Engineering, Aplayard's influence in this field is unquestionable.

He first gave the evaluation criteria, and then it was difficult for other committee members to avoid being affected when they saw it.

If the score given is too low, it is basically equivalent to publicly questioning Aplayard's vision, and Milos is naturally a little dissatisfied with this.

"You won, but I will never admit this assessment!"

Milos looked at Nürkmen, "No matter what others say, in my eyes you are just lucky enough."

"Oh?" Nookermen chuckled.

"It's not over yet. It won't take long to let you swallow what you said just now." Nookermen glanced at Sigmon and turned his head to look at Milosh.

"You can underestimate me, but you can't underestimate the designs I submitted."

At this time, Aplead returned to his position, and the researchers on the side were also preparing to announce the third design submitted by Newcomer.

Staring at the paper on his hands, the researchers on the stage glanced briefly for a few seconds, and then their bodies began to shake uncontrollably.

He rubbed his eyes, confirmed it several times, and even turned his head and carefully observed the expression on Newke's face.

"What's going on?"

Everyone in the audience looked puzzled.

But then, they saw four dolls on the other side of the platform suddenly paralyzed, and even Apraid, who had obtained the information, suddenly stood up.

The gears rotated, and the four dolls disappeared from the stage, and replaced by four old men of different shapes.

As soon as they appeared on the stage, they couldn't wait to rush to the side of Nükmen. An old man with an extremely tall and stout figure with a thick red beard on his face pulled the collar of Nükmen.

"The thing on this...this thing...?"

"Do not go away, you old guy, why can't you even ask clearly?!" The man next to him squeezed away the red-bearded old man, and the information in his hand was almost touching the face of Nükmen.

"Have you tried the machine above?!"

"What happened?!" Everyone in the audience looked at each other. They couldn't understand why the four committee members who had been rated anonymously suddenly ran to the stage?

At this time, someone noticed that Aplead sat in his seat again on the platform. He closed his eyes and thought, occasionally opening his eyes to scan the information in his hands, and turning a blind eye to the riots in the field.

"Dear members, can't you tell the authenticity of this information?" Nookerman asked calmly.

"Of course I can see it!" the old man with red bearded growled, staring and growling.

"Andre, what are you doing? What design has Nürkmen submitted? Is it difficult to assess the specific contribution value?" Miloche asked suddenly.

"It's hard? No, it's not difficult at all!" The Red Bearded Commissioner named Andre shook his head, and he glanced at Miloche who was standing opposite him, "You're nothing wrong with you, you're losing, Miloche."

"I lost?!"

"Yes, the kind without suspense." Another person spoke.

"What is the evaluation value you gave..." Milosh asked unwillingly.

“10.”

Four people answered in unison.

"How is this possible?" Milosh widened his eyes and screamed, "This is ridiculous. I don't believe it. Show me what the design he submitted!!"

"I'm sorry, it's a confidential document that only the Standing Committee members can read. Milosh, you are no longer a Standing Committee member." Red-bearded Andre shook his head with a serious look on his face.

The conversation between several people caused an uproar.

"How could there be such an outrageous value for 10 contributions?" Scott and Barry looked unacceptable, and the others in the audience were at a loss.

There has never been a similar situation in history.

"No, some." Someone shouted.

"It is not in the official record, but some people have described that only by truly changing the world, changing this era, or even changing the direction of creating a contract... Only in this way can we be eligible for 10 contribution values."

"What was it at that time?" everyone asked.

"It's a steam engine."

"What did he do?" asked Milos on the stage. "Nucmen's design redefines the steam engine?"

"No, not." A voice came and Apuliad stood up, "Neukormen created a new machine."

"He called this machine an internal combustion engine."

"Although this machine is primitive and rough, and it cannot be compared with the most advanced steam powered machine in terms of function, this machine has opened up a new world for us!"

"Small size and higher thermal efficiency, and future developments are unimaginable!"

"This machine uses whale oil as the driving force and uses complex and precise design to convert energy. If this theory is applied to the construction of spiritual road cycles, it is applied to the transformation of runes..."

Apuliad's eyes shone.

"Turn the principle of the machine into a spiritual path cycle, and turn the whale oil drive into a mental and spiritual power drive!"

"Follow this road to explore..." Aprayad's voice resounded throughout the audience.

"Level 8, maybe not far away!"

wc!

Seeing this, Sigmun, who was standing aside, couldn't help but feel a sudden thrill. The picture seemed familiar.

Brother, are you going to advance to level 8 here?
Chapter completed!