The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

The Spiritual Power Qualification Conference is approaching day by day, and all the students of the Spiritual Language, regardless of whether they are beginners, intermediate or advanced, are preparing nervously. The instructors will also privately pick out the students with the most potential, and train them individually. their singing skills.

Only Camillo was the most leisurely. He rested his head on a thick book, squinted his eyes and looked at the empty classroom, enjoying the leisurely afternoon alone.

Just when his eyes were about to close into a slit, Pera ran to the door of the classroom, her face was still flushed after intense running: "Ka, let's go to the special training together!"

"No." Camillo refused of course, and lazily turned his head to the other side.

Pella walked into the classroom lightly. It was strange that there were no students or teachers in the classroom, and only Camillo stayed in his place.She walked up to Camelot's desk, glanced at the title of the book he was resting on—History of War in the Celestial Realm, "Camillo! How long have you been reading idle books!" She deliberately yelled into Camelot's ear .

"Uh, it's so noisy..." Camillo covered his ears and moved to the next table, and continued to lie down on the table and close his eyes to take a nap.

Pera tapped the table with her middle finger and asked him, "Where are your classmates, why are you the only one?"

"They went to attend the intermediate special training course." Camillo's voice was a little confused.

"Then why don't you go?"

"I..." After only two words, the voice gradually disappeared.

Pella suspiciously walked around in front of Camillo, only to see that his eyelashes cast a shadow peacefully, he was breathing evenly, and he was actually asleep!

Pella was very angry, because I rejected the instructor's invitation to come to you for special training, and I was still sleeping!Go with your war history!

Hearing the sound of Pera's footsteps gradually receding, the person pretending to be asleep on the table moved his eyelashes, and finally opened his eyes, the black eyes were clear, where is there any sleepiness?He held the history of the war in the heavens in his arms, and opened it, and there was a densely written cheat sheet inside.

Camilo rested his chin on one hand, picked up the pen and continued to write the cheat sheet, while pouted innocently, he was clearly preparing seriously.

The initial test of the Spiritual Power Qualification Conference is a written test, but no test scope is given, which makes all candidates have no idea.Only Camillo had a calm expression on his face, and he was calmly standing outside the examination room waiting for the exam with a small copy of all his homework and theoretical content in his pocket.

"No. 92, Elementary - Camelot."

"No. 93, Intermediate-Pella."

I don't know where the luck came from, but Camillo and Pella were seated next to each other. He smiled and winked at Pella, and Pella glared at him, mouthing: "Take a good test!"

"No. 98, elementary level—Fian."

Fei An was about to enter the examination room, but was stopped by the invigilator: "Wait, are you Fei An?"

"Yes, I am." Fei An said a little strangely.

The invigilator looked him up and down in surprise, then frowned suddenly, and his tone suddenly sank: "Isn't Fei An a girl? You dare to ask someone to take the exam for the qualification conference. Which class are you in?" The current student , It's really outrageous!

"Uh..." Fei An was stunned, "Teacher, I am, I am not an impostor."

A few students around them covered their mouths and laughed. They were all in the same class as Fei An, and they saw too many faces of other people on weekdays, so no one was willing to stand up and prove it for him.And his good "brothers" also hid behind the crowd. If Fei An failed the exam, they would lose a competitor. How could such a good thing be missed.

"Teacher, I'm really Fei An. Look, my name doesn't look like a girl, does it?" Fei An looked anxious, and couldn't figure out what was going on.

The invigilator is a middle-aged man who handles serious affairs. With a wave of his hand, a thick roster appeared in the palm of his hand. The roster flipped by itself following the words in his mouth, and stopped at Fei An's registration information. , the invigilator pulled out the registration form and threw it in front of his eyes, asking, "You wrote this?"

Fei An went up to take a look, applicant: Fei An, gender: female.

Eyes wide open, Fei An finally knew what was going on.Camillo you little man!Fei An clenched his teeth. He suppressed the anger in his chest, bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "Teacher, I made a mistake when I signed up. I'm sorry."

Fei An leaned forward, his eyes fell obediently on his toes, showing the sincerity of his apology.In normal times, whoever saw this sincere appearance would laugh at such a small mistake and let him pass by.

But the invigilator was unmoved, without any change of expression on his serious face, he looked at Fei An silently for a few seconds, he waved his hand again, and a pair of pen and paper floated in front of Fei An, "Write a few words to prove your It is the person who signed up."

Fei An clenched his lower lip, looked at the pen and paper in front of him, but didn't dare to pick it up, just bent his waist even lower, the nails in his hand sank deep into the flesh of his palm, and his slightly trembling voice leaked out. He was nervous at the moment: "Teacher, I am really Fei An himself, please let me take the exam!"

The invigilator glanced at him lightly, his expression indistinguishable from emotion or anger: "I can't deny that you are, but don't you know that the registration form must be filled out by yourself to be valid? Call your tutor to reason with me, the next candidate, Number 99..."

In the examination room, Camillo took this scene into his eyes. He showed no expression of joy or sympathy, but simply watched with his eyes open, blinking occasionally, as if he was watching an uninterested farce.

When all the candidates except Fei An sat in the examination room, the invigilator walked up to the stage and seriously talked about the test requirements: "This is a very challenging test, but as I said before, there is no one in the whole examination room. If you can escape my perception, don’t blame me for being ruthless if you cheat.”

The audience was silent, waiting for the unknown test questions.

"Now I will distribute a scroll to each of you. This is the content of your exam. Now everyone put your hands on the scroll."

Camilo followed suit like all the candidates, but what happened the next moment shocked him. The moment his hands touched the scroll, his palms went numb for an instant, and a strange force invaded along his palms. in vivo.

At the same time, a dull and majestic voice sounded in his mind: "What exam are you least good at?"

"……"What's this? !

There was an uproar in the examination room, and Pera, as a rare middle-level speech spirit in the lower grades, behaved calmly and calmly. She explained to Camillo in a low voice: "This is a technique of possessing spirits, which is just to put words into words. The power exerted on the test paper, don't worry, just answer seriously."

"Silence!" The invigilator yelled and made the examination room suddenly silent. He walked up to Pera, glanced at the blue pendant on her chest, and showed a little satisfaction on his tense face, "I have some skills, this The age is already middle-level."

He cleared his throat, and the power of words covered the entire examination room: "Just now, all those who whispered and spoke without authorization will be deducted [-] points, except - the middle-level girl next to me, the exam begins now!"

Camilo pursed his lips. He didn't speak just now, so he was not included in the deduction list, and the voice in his head sounded again: "What test are you least good at?"

Without thinking, he narrowed his eyes lazily, and said nonsense in his heart, "I'm good at everything, but I'm not good at writing fairy tales." Anyone who would answer this question honestly must be stupid.

The deep voice laughed: "Don't try to lie to me, brat."

As soon as the words fell, the force that invaded his body suddenly dissipated, and the sealing tape on the scroll was also broken at that moment. Camillo opened the scroll, and the title that caught his eye made his hands tremble—improvisation.

Now all the cheat sheets are useless, and composing music is obviously a zero-point problem for a music blind.

Looking around, most of the examinees showed embarrassment. It seems that the scrolls revealed the most difficult questions for them based on their subconscious mind, just as the examiner said - "extremely challenging".

Alas, although he doesn't know how to compose, at least draw the line notation first, but he doesn't have a ruler at all.Camillo glanced at the corner of Pera's table, where a wooden ruler was lying on the edge.Looking back secretly, the invigilator had already walked to the back, and they happened to be in the blind spot of sight.Camillo then boldly stretched out his hand to Pella's desk, tapped it lightly, and pointed to the ruler, asking if he could borrow it.

Pera was taken aback. She rolled her eyes and pressed her exam paper, and mouthed and reprimanded: "What are you doing!"

Well, it seems that Pella didn't understand him at all, so Camillo had to go straight to get the ruler, so she could always understand it.

But just as the fingertips touched the ruler, a deep voice suddenly sounded from behind: "What are you two doing!"

The crushing spiritual pressure made Camillo unable to move for an instant, his face was livid, because he was still stiffly maintaining his hand on Pella's table, looking very... suspicious.

"Another group who want to exchange exam papers?" The proctor raised his eyebrows disapprovingly, "Swap them back for me!"

uh... what?

"Didn't you hear what I said, return the exchanged test papers!"

Camilo and Pella looked at each other in blank dismay.A gust of wind blew up, and the invigilator forcibly took away the test papers of the two, exchanged them and put them in front of them: "Don't dare to do it again!"

Pera froze for a moment, then retorted in a low voice: "Teacher...we didn't change just now..."

The invigilator snorted coldly: "No change? Then why do you look so ugly! Everyone, listen carefully, this test is to test your mastery of your weak subjects, and anyone who dares to change the test paper will be disqualified from the test. "

Camillo stared at the new exam paper, on the surface he was silent, but his heart was filled with ecstasy.Because the topic in front of him was none other than the history of war in the heavens he had read for several nights when he was bored!

Seeing the invigilator who had already paced away, Pera also gave up her rebuttal. She sighed softly, and picked up a pen to write the arrangement that she was best at.