Crown of Silence

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 and 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 without even thinking. The only difference was the 'rune script and common language grammar' 'It took him a long time... because the little bastard wrote a full page and a half and couldn't stop!

Where is this question?

It was obviously the chief who was fired a few days ago who ran away after the incident, 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 subject of 'care'. If he was let go so easily, he would not be able to explain it to the vice-principal at all.

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 you answer it so easily? Even if it is an open book, not many people can easily pass the test."

"I'm afraid it's really just random filling, right?"

"I think so."

Hearing what others said, Bain's face looked a little better and he just nodded: "If you answer the paper 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."

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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 a "reform" project 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 all just 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!

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"...He answered everything?"

Someone among the examiners murmured in a low voice.

"Yes, I have solved all the questions..."

"Bullshit!"

Bain roared, interrupting him.

The room was silent, with only the mad Bain hammering the table and glaring at the pale-faced middle-aged man: "What's going on?"

"Maybe...he has already seen a little bit?" The examiner answered tremblingly.

"How did you promise me?!" Bain wanted to kick him to death: "Tell me, how can a little kid solve such professional questions?"

When he thought of his promise in front of Mr. Sidney, he felt his internal organs twisted together and his face turned ashen.

"Maybe... our exam questions have leaked out?"

Under workplace pressure, the middle-aged examiner's mind was full of ideas. He grabbed this life-saving straw, and his pale face showed excitement: "Someone leaked our exam questions to him! It must be like this!"

"This is cheating!"

"It seems that the black necks in the lower city can only take this crooked way." Someone sneered: "Could he be an apprentice musician of the chant school?"

"Cheating?" Bain's expression eased slightly: "Are you sure?"

"Of course!" The examiner's expression was indignant, and his eyes were full of contempt: "With such a low-class poor identity, how could he be exposed to the church's scriptures."

"We need to punish severely." Another examiner suggested.

"That's right, in case this happens again."

Bain rubbed his palms, his eyes gloomy: "There is no need to continue the exam, go and expel him..."

"It's not cheating."

The low voice came from the corner again, interrupting Bain's words.

The room was silent for a moment, and in the silence, Bane's expression became more and more ugly.

The dull old man just looked at the examination room, not noticing the change in the atmosphere, his eyes focused:

"His writing method and writing habits are unique to church personnel. The ring finger knuckle against the pen is also a unique way of holding the pen in the church. These are all changes brought about by that special font. You can refer to the church's announcements and the clergy's letters.

You can see the calluses on his hands, which can only be left by years of writing. He must have received training from the church, maybe he was originally a clergyman..."

"Enough!"

In the silence, Bane 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 feel that the atmosphere was wrong, he shut his mouth awkwardly and lowered his head in embarrassment.

In the cold eyes, he raised his mechanical hand and pressed his gray hair awkwardly.

"Sorry." He whispered, bowing his head to the noble badges.

Bain glanced at him coldly and ignored him.

"It's almost time."

Bain took a deep breath and opened the violin case beside him: "Let's move on to the next stage in advance."

The glass-like violin reflected the dreamy flashes. Bain held the violin, put the bow on the strings, and exhaled the irritable breath in his chest:

"It's time for them to do some real exam questions."

In the faint and subtle music, his eyes were sinister.

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In the examination room, Ye Qingxuan hummed a hymn in a low voice, and finished the last question smoothly, his eyebrows flying.

After rechecking the paper and all the answers, he nodded with satisfaction: It's perfect.

If I don't do the questions seriously, I will let down the big back door that the college has given me! I'm so embarrassed that everyone took care of me so much...

Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but want to laugh three times. But considering that this was still an exam room, he had to keep a straight face and at least didn't laugh out loud.

Finally, he looked down at the only blank test paper and couldn't help wondering: What was this test paper with no questions written on it used for?

It was almost afternoon, and the noisy sound of cicadas came from afar. Ye Qingxuan couldn't help yawning and felt his vision was a little blurry.

—— So sleepy.

In his hand, a faint silver pattern seemed to flash on the blank test paper. ansh.com He was stunned for a moment, looked down, and found that there was really a pattern on the white paper. The fine and inconspicuous complex pattern slowly appeared on the test paper like a watermark... Those stripes were like tangled thorns, so complicated that it made people dizzy.

Ye Qingxuan looked carefully, but found that his sight seemed to be swept away by the patterns, and he couldn't help but fall into them, falling into the depths, deeper, and the deepest...

In the blur, a series of low voices rang in his ears, as if the sleepy candidates also fell on the table.

Then, he knew nothing.

The examination room, which was once full of pain and confusion, seemed to be silent suddenly at this moment. Everyone was silent and fell into a sudden sleep.

In front of them, the blank paper silently reflected a faint silver light.

In the silence, there was a faint sound echoing in the air, which was so weak and tiny. It penetrated into every noise like running water, silently entering things, mixed with breathing sounds, the friction of clothes, and the voices of people in the distant square... Finally, it gathered together from all places and turned into a melody like silk.

The sound of dripping water gathered together, like the gurgling of spring water flowing in everyone's ears, the clear and cold water flowed into everyone's heart, quietly penetrating all defenses...

——Questioning the deepest secrets in the heart!

Fantasy.NO97, derived from the tune of "Prelude to Disaster".

Its name is——Shadow of Torture.