This kind of thing is like adding water to a cup to see whose overflows first.
Both sides started a sort of alternative competition.
Ji Jue adds a bit, Hu Jian adds a bit, Ji Jue adds more, Hu Jian adds more... you put a set of Ascension Technique from the alteration series, I use an application of solid alchemy.
When Lou Feng was passing by, Ji Jue grabbed him, and in the spiritual formation part, added an application he had gleaned from his family's tradition.
As a result, more and more was added.
Adding and adding, after seven or eight revisions of the manuscript, it was sent to the review panel... and it happened to et soone who liked to join the fun.
The first reviewer, Aignu, took a glance and imdiately laughed.
So lively? Let add sothing too!
Added so Life Science to the extraction part...
So the pressure fell into the hands of the next reviewer, who stared at the manuscript for a long ti, really didn't want to participate, but couldn't let others say he wasn't doing his job!
Thus, the subsequent people started adding as well.
Just like that, the additions kept piling up, and it was like crowdfunding when it was reviewed internally by the masters, spiraling out of control.
You add a bit, I'll add a bit, even Yellow Beard was pulled along by Aignu to add a Northern Rune in the Purification part.
It can only be said, it's like passing a bomb.
Like this, you add a bit, I'll add a bit...
Finally, it exploded in Jiang Tongguang's hands.
"Hey, you damn..."
During the council approval stage, Jiang Tongguang looked at the compiled content, now a quarter thicker than originally, and chuckled, glancing at Ji Jue's na, exclaiming: "This kid really can stir things up!"
He kicked open the Councilman's office door and tossed the manuscript to Gustav.
"Co, take a look, President."
Jiang Tongguang joked with a sigh, "The quirky one you fostered, once again, stirred up sothing big this ti…"
Gustav remained expressionless as always.
Casually flipping through it from beginning to end, he only asked: "Isn't this good?"
"Good or bad, have you considered the repercussions after release?"
"What repercussions could there be?"
Gustav sneered coldly, "Just teaching a bit more, and can it really cause upheaval?"
Can it cause upheaval?
No.
Even with more applications and techniques added, it ultimately didn't reach the core. At most, only a few scraps slipped through the fingers.
Even if it touched on the handicraftsn's centuries-old flaws and taboos of master-apprentice inheritance, what could it an to teach a bit more truly?
If you don't teach, can you stop others from teaching?
Can you stop all the apprentices in the workshop from spending a little money to buy books and self-study?
Even if it rely touched the shackles, even if it barely opened a narrow gap on the shackles of all apprentices, how could it prevent the prisoners from yearning for the scenery beyond?
Hu Jian, betting all his lifeti's reputation, wanted to teach more, and as Councilman, how could I hinder this?
"Don't worry about other things. If the council has any opinions, just let them talk to directly."
Gustav casually signed his na on the list:
"If he wants to teach, let him teach!"
Thus, in the council's strange silence, the eighth edition of "Alchemy Four Basic Discussion Annual Summary" was once more expanded, passed through the review.
Published, released!
.
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"Sorry, teacher, there's been an urgent matter at ho lately, and I really can't get away."
In the afternoon sun, in the quiet office, the atmosphere almost froze.
The helpless young man handed in his resignation with both hands, lowering his head regretfully, sighing deeply.
"When I was young, I hardly had such things,"
The teacher frowned: "Can't you overco this? The workshop is at a crucial point lately. If you leave, the work can't be handed over to others, can it?
Can't you persist a little longer?
Lately, I even wanted to promote your rank and benefits further."
Scatena remained silent, still bowing his head, for a long ti, regrettably sighing: "I let you down, really sorry."
"..."
The craftsman's eyes gradually turned cold, lowering his head to look at the resignation, signing his na, finally chuckling lightly: "Go on, go on, being young is good. The workshop will always be your ho, rember to co back when you finish your work."
"I will."
Scatena nodded gratefully, slowly stood up, and left.
It was a long ti before the craftsman ca out from the lifeless office, looked at the workshop, at the few apprentices exchanging silent glances, his face unable to hide its gloom.
"What are you looking at? Lazy, are you?"
He shouted angrily: "Get to work!"
Instantly, the bustle and busy appeared once more.
But, in the vacant position, a figure was already missing.
In the crowded dormitory, Scatena picked up his suitcase and backpack, took one last look at the crack on the wall, thought for a mont, and left the blanket behind.
Too heavy, too burdenso.
"It's yours now."
He sighed with relief, looking at his roommate: "Didn't you always complain about winter being too cold?"
The disheveled-haired roommate paused, too busy to continue eating, put the bowl aside, astonished, "Aren't you really leaving?"
"Is there any use in staying?"
Scatena retorted: "I've been at the workshop for eight years. Eight years, in addition to trivialities, what have I learned?"
"..." The roommate remained silent.
"I admit, my talent is limited, I won't drag the teacher's developnt anymore." Scatena laughed self-deprecatingly, "From today on, I'll seek a livelihood myself."
The roommate hesitated: "You.. plan to go where? Really becoming a wandering apprentice, working at various workshops?"
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