Slowly, an hour passed.
The examiners each checked the areas and students they were responsible for, and they were all very satisfied with the current progress.
"The kid from the Adrian family is doing well this year."
Someone whispered in admiration.
In the silent examination room, Banner answered the test paper expressionlessly, his pen moving like flying, without any obstructions along the way, and he was not at all distressed by the difficult questions prepared by the examiners.
"After all, he has a profound family background."
Bain nodded: "As expected of a famous family inherited from the Dark Ages. It is natural for him to be deeply involved in theology."
"That's not right." someone whispered.
Some people also noticed something was wrong: "The speed is too fast, that person..."
"Um?"
"Look at that white-haired guy, what's going on with him?"
Bain was stunned and looked down at the white-haired boy not far from Banner.
In the gloomy examination room, this white-haired guy was the only one who was so happy that he almost danced.
It was as if he had taken medicine, and his eyes were about to shine. He grabbed the pen in his hand and wrote on the paper so fast that it was almost hard to see. Except for the first two pages, which require thinking, the rest is incredibly fast.
The Reform System of the Order was swept away, the rise of the Psalm Sect was at full speed, and the achievements of Saint Gregory could be filled with half a page almost without thinking. "It took him a long time... because this little bastard couldn't stop writing for a full page and a half!
Where is this question
It was obviously the chief who was fired a few days ago who ran away after a night, right? ! When encountering mountains and water, the crazy and refreshing energy almost makes you run from morning to afternoon. Look at his festive energy, it doesn't look like he is doing exam questions at all, but as happy as a fox crawling into a henhouse...
"Hey, what's going on?"
Bain's expression darkened and he looked to his side.
"I don't know." The teacher in charge of setting the questions swallowed: "He was scared crazy and answered randomly, right?"
"This is not a political analysis. As long as the writing is full, you can get basic points." The female examiner glanced at the young man in the field with contempt and snorted: "If it is written randomly, he will not get a single point. "
"But what if all his answers are correct?" someone asked softly.
Everyone's expressions became gloomy. The white-haired kid was the key "care" target. If he was let go so easily, he would have no way of explaining it to the vice-principal.
In the silence, a person laughed softly: "Don't scare yourself, a pariah kid... doesn't know anything about theology."
"That's right, I set the test questions according to the difficulty level of the faculty members." The middle-aged examiner shook his head: "How can anyone answer it so easily? Even if it is an open book, not many people can pass it easily."
"I'm afraid it's really just random filling, right?"
"I think so."
Hearing other people say this, Bain's face looked a little better and he just nodded: "If you answer the question randomly, you can simply be exempted from the qualification. I don't think there is anything to say to the principal."
"He answered everything right."
In the corner, someone whispered softly.
The old man with mottled white hair raised his head. His eyes were cloudy and his face was still dull. It could not be seen that he was mocking this group of nobles, but instead he seemed to be stating some facts.
He said: "All the questions are correct."
…
…
In the examination room, Ye Qingxuan's pen was like flying, and he quickly scanned the questions on the paper, and his writing was full of wind.
Now he has reached the last essay question, the seven principles of the chanter... This is common knowledge that only the chanter will remember, and it is completely unknown to others.
However, these seven principles are regarded as "reform" projects and are recorded in the sixth chronicle of the "History of the Order". They are one of the achievements of the sixth Pope Louis.
The rise and representative figures of the Psalm sect
This kind of problem can be solved by piecing together some chapters from the two books "A Brief History of the Music of the Order" and "The Lives of the Saints"! And in order to fill in the gaps, Ye Qingxuan even added the prologue from "Thirteen Hymns"!
Seven questions asked by Hermes
The era of Hermes a hundred years ago was called the development period of the art of the Order! Almost all the artists of that era were devout believers and made significant contributions to the development of religious art.
The seven major questions were renamed and officially recorded in "On Thoughts". You only need to open it to see it!
As for the grammatical differences between Rune script and Common Language... Many thanks to Father Ben for cultivating me! Thank you to the Order for training me for three years and letting me be a scribe!
The more Ye Qingxuan wrote, the more he couldn't help but want to laugh and dance.
What a good man!
We are all good people!
It’s great to have letters of recommendation! Even the back door is opened so generously... It's completely intentional to help myself pass the exam!
As Ye Qingxuan wrote, he thanked Mr. Langdi in the distance in his heart: You were afraid that I wouldn't pass, so you specifically asked someone to help me change the exam questions. Thank you so much!
It’s incredible how comfortable this privilege feels, and…
—You guys are really good at opening the back door!
…
"... Did he answer everything?"
Someone among the examiners murmured in a low voice.
"That's right, all the questions have been answered..."
"fart!"
Bane roared, interrupting him.
The whole room was silent except for a frantic Bain who hammered the table and glared at the earth-colored middle-aged man: "What's going on?"
"Perhaps...he has read a little before?" the examiner replied tremblingly.
"How did you promise me?!" Bain wanted to kick him to death: "Tell me, how can a kid come up with such a professional question?"
When he thought of his promise in front of Mr. Sidney, he felt that his internal organs were twisted together and his face was livid.
"Maybe...our exam questions leaked?"
Under the pressure of the workplace, the middle-aged examiner's imagination was wide open. He grasped this life-saving straw, and his pale face flushed with excitement: "Someone leaked our exam questions to him! It must be like this!"
"This is cheating!"
"It seems that the black necks in Xiacheng District will only follow this crooked way." Someone sneered: "Can he still be a trainee musician of the Psalm School?"
"Cheating?" Bain's expression softened slightly: "Are you sure?"
"Of course!" The examiner's expression was indignant, and his eyes were full of disdain: "How can you have access to the church's classics as a low-class poor person?"
"We need severe punishment," another examiner suggested.
"Yeah, just in case this happens again."
Bain rubbed his palms with a gloomy look in his eyes: "There's no need to continue the exam, go and chase him away..."
"It's not cheating."
A low voice came from the corner again, interrupting Bain's words.
There was silence in the room for a moment, and in the silence, Bain's expression became increasingly difficult to look at.
But the dull old man just looked at the examination room, not noticing the change in the atmosphere at all, with focused eyes:
"His writing method and writing habits are unique to church members. Holding the pen barrel with your ring knuckle is also unique to the church. These are all changes brought about by the special font. You can refer to the church's announcements and clergy's Letters. You can see the calluses on his hands, marks that can only be left by years of writing. He must have received training from the Order, and maybe he was originally a clergyman... "
"enough!"
In the silence, Bain interrupted him, his face livid: "Mr. Abraham, watch your words, this is not the place for you to make a fool of yourself!"
The old man seemed to finally sense that something was wrong in the atmosphere. He shut his mouth and lowered his head in embarrassment.
With cold eyes, he raised his mechanical hand and pressed his gray hair awkwardly.
"Sorry." He whispered, bowing his head towards the noble badges.
Bain gave him a cold look and ignored him.
"It's almost time."
Bain took a deep breath and opened the piano case next to him: "Let's move on to the next step in advance."
The violin, like glass, reflects a dreamlike sparkle. Bain held the piano, put the bow on the strings, and exhaled the irritated breath in his chest:
"It's time for them to do some real exam questions."
Amidst the faint music, his eyes were sinister.
…
In the examination room, Ye Qingxuan hummed a hymn in a low voice and finished writing the last question in a smooth and flowing manner, his eyes dancing with joy.
After re-checking the paper and all the answers, he nodded with satisfaction: it was absolutely perfect.
If you don't do the questions seriously, you will be living up to the huge backdoor that the college has shown you! I'm so embarrassed that everyone takes such good care of me...
When Ye Qingxuan thought of this, he couldn't help but laugh three times like a chicken. But considering that this was still an examination room, I had to keep a straight face and at least didn't make a sound.
Finally, he looked down at the only blank exam paper and couldn't help but wonder: What is this exam paper with no questions written on it, what is it used for
It was approaching afternoon, and the noisy sound of cicadas could be heard in the distance. Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but yawned and felt his vision was a little blurry.
-sleepy.
In his hand, a vague silver pattern seemed to flash on the blank examination paper. He was stunned for a moment, looked down, and found that there was really a pattern on the white paper. The dense and inconspicuous complex patterns slowly emerged from the examination paper like watermarks... Those stripes were like tangled thorns, so complicated that it made people dizzy.
Ye Qingxuan looked at it carefully, but found that his eyes seemed to be swept away by those patterns, and he couldn't help but fall into them, falling deeper, deeper, and deeper...
In the blur, a series of low sounds sounded in his ears, as if sleepy candidates were also falling on the table.
The next thing he knew, he knew nothing.
The examination room, which was once full of pain and confusion, seemed to suddenly become silent at this moment. Everyone was silent and fell into a sudden deep sleep.
In front of them, the blank paper silently reflected a faint silver light.
In the silence, there is a faint sound echoing in the air. It is so weak and insignificant. It penetrates into every noise like running water. It enters silently, mixed with the sound of breathing, the friction of clothing and the distant sounds. Among the voices in the square... Finally, they came together from all places and turned into a melody like silk.
The sounds of dripping water gathered together, like spring water flowing in everyone's ears. The clear and cold water poured into everyone's heart, quietly infiltrating all defenses...
—Ask for the deepest secret in your heart!
Fantasia·NO97, a tune derived from "Disaster Overture".
Its name is - Shadow of Torture.