Chapter 2785 Sir Vader

"Ergot?" Joan raised his head suddenly, and looked at Conti with a serious gaze. "Holy fire disease, in essence, is ergot poisoning... Your Majesty really said that?"

"I'm sure." Conti nodded seriously, "Ergot is a rare word, once someone mentions it once, it's hard to forget it!"

Qiao An nodded thoughtfully, thinking that it is necessary to collect some ergots, and take the time to study them. Maybe he can really crack the secret of "Holy Fire Syndrome" from the little ergots.

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On the afternoon of June 1st, Joan first teleported to the Karon Industrial Zone, went to the Academy of Military Sciences to find Jack and Kafta, and after the three met, he teleported to an auditorium at the University of Kolasborg to attend the 1627 annual "Korea" held that night. Lars Awards Ceremony.

As expected by the public opinion circles, this year's "Magic Technology Progress Award" is the least suspenseful. Dr. Vader of Colosseum University, together with his two collaborators, Jack and Kafta of the Far Eastern Academy of Military Sciences, jointly won the award. This honor, sharing the 100,000 gold Thaler bonus, and was awarded the title of "Lord" by His Majesty the Emperor, and was promoted from a commoner to an aristocratic class.

In fact, the Kolas Empire is different from other traditional feudal dynasties in the Vales world. The so-called aristocratic knights have no real lands, neither annuities nor hereditary. People who have made outstanding contributions in the fields of technology, public affairs and so on.

Obviously, the winners are almost all scholars, experts and professors, business leaders, talented politicians or senior civil servants.

These figures together constitute the so-called social elites. Before winning the award, they were academic celebrities, industry leaders and public figures.

This kind of ostentatious title of nobility does not directly bring material benefits to the granter, and even adds a lot of troubles. Every move will be observed by the public—especially tabloid reporters—under a magnifying glass, in case of cheating or coming out of the closet. Yes, it is almost certain to be exposed and become a scandal that people talk about after dinner, let alone talk about privacy.

This kind of empty aristocrat with no practical benefits is the glory that intellectuals are eager to pursue. It seems that if you get the "Colas Award" and the title of knight, you will be worth it in your life.

Qiao An finds this kind of mentality ridiculous, and what's more helpless is that he himself can't overcome this ridiculous mentality. He can only feel that "vanity" is a common problem carved into the bone marrow of the intellectual class.

According to the procedure of the awards ceremony, Joan and the two partners will go on stage to accept the awards, accepting thousands of live audiences on the red carpet and under the spotlight—and more audiences who watched the live broadcast of the awards in front of the magic TV receiver— Applause and congratulations, what's more terrible is to give an acceptance speech in public.

This is what Joan is most afraid of in his life!

Speaking publicly in front of thousands of people would cost him his life!

Fortunately, this time, three people won the award together, so it only needs to select one person to express his thoughts.

Joan certainly didn't want to take on this heavy responsibility.

Mr. Kafta is also the kind of nerd who "can't beat a fart with three sticks". He is stared at by so many people, standing on the stage, his calves are shaking, and he can't speak smoothly. He is not as good as Joan!

Fortunately, there is also a very eloquent Jack in their team.

Mr. Dwarf's mouth is sharper than his brain, and he took over the microphone with the "amplification technique" from the host without hesitation, like a hungry dog ​​catching a meaty bone, talking and laughing happily on the stage, and the witty words came out of his mouth, and he talked for half a day For an hour, he abruptly turned his acceptance speech into a "talk show" performance, which won applause from all the halls.

After the award ceremony, Joan said to Jack from the bottom of his heart:

"If it's possible, Mr. Jack, I really want to exchange all the bonuses and honors I've won in this life for your ability to improvise a 'talk show' without the slightest bit of stage fright in front of the public in the hall."

"I want to change it too, but unfortunately, even if it is possible to change it, we will definitely regret it later!"

Mr. Dwarf spread out his hands, and played with a rare deepness.

"People always overestimate the things they wish for, but underestimate the things they can easily have. It seems that the value of things does not depend on what they are or what they are useful for, but only on the difficulty of obtaining them. Doctor Vader, do you think this is the truth? ?”

"Incisive! Incisive!"

Joan decided to record Jack's words in a small notebook, maybe one day he can use it too!

While chatting, an attendant came quickly and whispered in Joan's ear.

Joan apologized and said "excuse me" to Jack, Kafta, and the newspaper reporters who were waiting to interview them, and hurriedly left the awards hall with the attendants to meet His Majesty the Emperor.

"Sir Vader, congratulations on winning the award. How do you feel?"

In an office on the second floor of the auditorium, Roland smiled and stood up to welcome "Sir Vader" who opened the door

"What do you think, Mr. Jack has already told me for me, weren't you there at the time?" Joan sat on the sofa and crossed his legs casually.

"Forget about those useless clichés, I want to hear your real thoughts."

"Oh... are you sure you want to listen?"

"certainly."

"I was holding this trophy at the time, and a thought suddenly came to my mind..." Joan held up the pure gold trophy, and confided to His Majesty the Emperor, "If this thing is replaced with a 'golden rod', the awards ceremony tonight It's perfect."

"Fuck you! Think beautifully!" Roland glared at him angrily.

"Sure enough, you don't want to listen to the truth at all, you just expect a few words of flattery from me, so you have to keep three points in your words, my lord!"

Qiao Anyu sighed earnestly, then put the trophy back into the storage bag, grabbed the teacup on the table, and sipped unsweetened black tea.

His Majesty the Emperor rubbed his cheeks in embarrassment.

"Being taught such a lesson by your kid, if it spreads out, my reputation will be ruined!"

"No way!" Joan comforted His Majesty the Emperor out of humanitarianism, "You are still so young, it's too early to talk about your fame."

"What's the matter, are you going to curse me again?"

"I didn't mean that, don't worry, Your Majesty!" Joan felt the need to clarify the misunderstanding, "What I mean is that when people talk about a famous name in a lifetime, it's often time to summarize and cover the person's life. When the coffin is finalized, Your Majesty, you are still young, and there are infinite possibilities in the future. In terms of probability, there is a possibility that your life will start well and end well, or you will not be guaranteed at the end of the year. Why worry about the things in the coffin board? Son? You don't mind if I tell you the truth?"