The butler walked out the door, holding a long black cane in his hand and wearing a blue-gray uniform, which was the color of the Philos family.

He led the students to the main house, passing the reception room where the collection was displayed, the luxurious and luxurious living room and the spacious gallery. During this period, the admiration was heard around Geno.

The family unblindedly displayed wealth to everyone, and the portraits that covered the entire wall were framed with gold frames; statues of beast-headed warriors transported from the ancient tomb of Shurima for a lot of money; and exotic weapons with Ionia's iconic design. The ground was paved with bright marble slabs, the stairs were spacious and magnificent, and they were spliced ​​with whole Freljode iron wood panels, and the annual rings were clearly visible.

Everything in this house threatens and reminds visitors with exquisite craftsmanship, letting them know how small their achievements are in front of Phiros' collection.

This is true for every family.

Geno took the opportunity to watch the Hex Technology on the surface and transformed its analysis into proficiency in skills.

He looked up and saw a last glance. A woman was wearing a gray floor-dress with dark red leather tassels, followed by another butler, passing by the cross-level staircase.

Her leather boot heels hit the floor with a strange metal sound, and she glanced down at the apprentice crowd, a ghostly smile flashing across the corner of her mouth, disappearing from sight.

Finally, the housekeeper led them into a medium-sized waiting room with parallel floors on the ground and a Livik clock in the house, made of ivory and mother of pearl, keeping the time to a certain period of time. At the end of the house, a pair of dark doors were solemn, and a gate window was left at the height of the sight. The housekeeper knocked on the wooden floor with his cane, signaling everyone to sit on the bench against the wall to wait.

"Those who are pronounced with their names enter the interview room," he began:

"Go to the podium and report your name. A brief introduction to what you want to demonstrate, and then explain the outline of the principle. I emphasize it again. The learned craftsmen of the Phiros family will judge you, and they are undoubtedly more expert than you. I personally recommend that you answer the questions as briefly as possible, because they are easily impatient. If you succeed, go to the door on the left. If you fail, go to the door on the right. That's it, good luck."

The gate window on the black door opened, and everyone became nervous immediately.

The person inside called out a name, and a young girl stood up. The door opened from the other side, and she nervously entered. A musty smell of old wood floated out. With the atmosphere in the interview room, the students began to imagine what they were like.

During the first girl interview, some people's eyes fell on Geno, because it was the most special place here, and he had nothing on his body, and Geno's happy expression also stimulated them a little.

"Can he really didn't bring anything, right?"

"Maybe it's just a formality and experience the world."

"Maybe he has a lot of money in his pocket."

"Ben, you, the wealth of the Philos family is the best in Piltwolf. Will the masters of craftsmen it provides for lack of money? The examiners here will never accept bribes!"

"If there is something you can't do without money, then the money is not in place! Haha!"

The undisguised discussions between several Zuan students aroused the contempt of Picheng students. Although they also had the same inferior ideas, they would not reveal them.

Because they have a natural advantage over Zuan’s learning tools, they have learned systematically and are so superior to those rural inventors who come from wild ways. In addition to the hidden rules of family interviews, examiners will give priority to students with Picheng household registration, and students from Zuan will most likely be defeated.

Regional discrimination has always existed between the two cities.

Jeno listened silently to the rumors. He was not completely untempered, but after entering the interview room, he would not return from the same route regardless of success or failure. He could not return to the waiting room and show off, so that these people who spoke regardless of the occasion would shut up.

Soon Geno heard his name and walked into the interview room calmly.

The room on the other side of the gate is round, and what illuminates the entire room are countless small glowing glass balls, all hanging above the candlestick.

Each candlestick is carved into the shape of open hands, which seems to spread light to the world.

This room is a place for speeches, with arc-shaped bench seats climbing and extending backward in a step-like shape.

In the middle is a simple wooden podium and a workbench, with a door on each side of the room.

Successfully goes to the left, failure goes to the right.

There were at least one hundred seats on the stair bench, but there were only five people sitting in front of Geno, two men and three women, all wearing dark red robes of master craftsmen.

They were writing something on a giant notepad with a gilded quill, and the sound of scratching the paper sounded clearly under the room's excellent echo design.

Each of them has a genuine Hex Technology enhancement product, and the atmosphere in the room can feel that they won't give Jenno too much time.

"Name?" said one of the women without raising their heads.

"Jeno."

"What are you going to demonstrate?" asked one of the men. His lips were not moving at all, and a neck brace with a silver mesh on his neck, and the sound was unnaturally metallic.

Geno took out the communicator from his pocket, placed it on the workbench, and then calmly said:

"Hex Remote Instant Messager, referred to as Communicator for short."

This casual action made the five masters show a look of surprise.

"Mini-sized Hex Technology? It's really rare."

The exquisite equipment on the workbench attracted their attention. A streamlined rectangle as big as a palm, all in silver, a smooth glass screen and a few white diamonds were elegantly embedded in it, as if natural.

"I have been researching communication equipment in recent years, but I have never found a suitable transmission medium. Tell me about your creativity. If I can provide me with even a little idea, I will let you pass, how about it?"

A snow-white hair asked. He had a prosthetic eye that carefully cut out multiple planes like a gem, embedded in the middle of a ceramic piece, fixed on his face covered with burn scars.

Geno sneered, this is clearly a reflection on people. Can't others be allowed to do things that you can't do?

"By controlling the geometric properties of multiple artificial crystals, a stable energy channel is generated between them, and the sound and picture are converted into energy fluctuations and transmitted to another crystal through the channel."

"Is this the basis? Or your own theory." The white-haired man asked.

"There is no basis!" said a woman with artificial arms.

Her eyes were very sharp, and only the academic experts who were used to seeing students' whimsical ideas and denied all their ideas had such eyes.

"The properties of artificial crystals are very stable and will not create any connection. Otherwise, there are so many Hex technology in Piltwolf, why is there a case of crystal interaction?"

"No intention to offend, madam, my theory has prerequisites."

"Theory? Theory alone is not enough to promote the development of science. No matter how many prerequisites are, it is useless." The woman said, as if she was teaching a lesson to a stubborn child:

“We need evidence of practice.”

"Okay, as you wish." Geno said confidently.

The woman still looked suspicious, but she nodded and said, "Okay, you can start."

Geno stretched out his finger and pressed the white diamond button, and a soft blue light immediately emitted from the screen of the communicator.

He turned off the blocker and waited for the energy channel to connect to another communicator.

However, an unexpected situation occurred, and for some reason, the energy channel could never be established.

"Don't Oriana turn off the blocker?"

An anxious sweat flowed down his forehead, and he kept operating the communicator to troubleshoot possible problems. Under the attention of the five masters, the atmosphere quickly heated up and became anxious.
Chapter completed!