After racking his brains, Suvier didn't figure out the last big question, and he couldn't help but be discouraged.

"The previous questions were all bumpy, and now I can't do the last big question, it seems that I can't be a big official!"

Suvier tugged at his hair and closed his eyes, a sad expression on his face.

On the other side, Viseri was as if he had taken a stimulant at this time, his face turned red, and he was scrambling happily, shouting.

"Only this topic can be worthy of my genius head! Hahaha! ”

"This trip, I didn't come in vain!" Just when he was self-absorbed and carried away, the patrolman knocked on his door.

"Hey! What are you doing? Keep quiet, others are still taking exams! ”

On a hot day, wearing a military uniform, constantly walking around and patrolling, he had already accumulated fire in his heart, and at this time he met someone who was not long-sighted, which of course aroused his anger.

"On a hot day, stop for a while, otherwise you will look good!"

The patrol soldier stared at him with round blue eyes and fine sweat on his forehead, and his face was full of fierceness.

Viselli couldn't help but stop, standing a little embarrassed, with a smile on his face.

When the patrol was far away, he exhaled and eased the tension in his heart.

The pampered man was a little frightened for a while, and then he picked up the quill pen and couldn't help but calculate it carefully.

I don't know how long it was, but when Sowel was exhausted, the sun from the sky was already shining into his wooden shed.

He rubbed his somewhat stiff face to refresh himself.

"Knock-" A bell rang in his ears.

All of a sudden, he sobered up a lot, and it was time to hand in the papers!

Sure enough, one after another, people walked past his window, laughing, sighing, and beating on his heart.

Looking at the questions on the white paper in front of him, Suvier could only bite the bullet and recalculate.

By the time the third bell rang his mind, someone began to knock on his door and window.

"Sir, it's time, please hand in the papers!" It's still the same patrolman as before, he said with a straight face and an expressionless face.

Before Sowel could answer, he opened the small door and walked in, put away the roll on his desk, and then swaggered out again, without giving him the slightest time to react.

Suvier sighed helplessly, packed up, and prepared to go out.

At this time, he heard the shouts of the rich boy again.

"I've figured it out, oh! God, this is so exciting! ”

When Sowel came out to see the patrol soldier holding the test paper, he was being held by the rich boy, and he was shouting with joy, and the expression on his face was very exaggerated.

"Yes, I know, then please let me go, I still have something to do!"

The patrol directly pushed him away, the curves of his face softened a little, and said seriously.

After the patrol left, Viseli stretched out his arm and smiled at Suvel and nodded, looking very good.

Suvier could only squeeze out a smile and nodded at him in response.

The two then went out together, one after the other, and there was no verbal exchange on the road.

Arriving at the exit, Suvier looked around. It's basically frustrating, and the discussion is basically the last big question.

"Oh! Viselli, my son, how are you doing? ”

As soon as the rich man named Viseli came out, a middle-aged man with a tyrant all over his body greeted him with a golden carriage.

"Very good, my father, it was a really nice trip!"

Viseli shrugged his shoulders and said in a relaxed tone, looking like he was in a hurry.

"Good! Let's go back! The middle-aged man patted him on the shoulder, and his eyebrows suddenly fluttered.

"I've got your favorite swan ready for you, I'm sure you'll want to eat it again!"

Viselli accompanied the middle-aged man to the carriage, and soon disappeared under the groom's drive.

Suvir withdrew his gaze, and the dream of becoming a human being grew stronger and stronger.

"Hey! Souvel, why are you so slow! After a moment's pause, Sowel's voice rang to Wilson's ears.

He looked up and saw that not far away, Wilson and Kleru, who were hiding under a tree to cool off, were greeting him.

Sowel hurried over, and the three of them huddled together under a tree, sheltering from the sun.

"Why did you two take the test so fast? Have you made the last question? ”

Suwell looked at the two with hot faces and asked in a questioning tone.

"No, that question is too difficult, I don't feel like it's done by people, and I also did the previous question, I don't feel like I'm an official!"

Wilson, who has always been optimistic, also frowned at this time, and his tone was very heavy.

"Yes! Sowel, I can't get over it, it seems that it's been in vain! ”

Usually taciturn, a somewhat introverted Kleroux also echoed.

"Don't be discouraged, I heard that the results will be announced in three days, and we'll see when the time comes!"

Suville felt that this was not going to work, and the atmosphere was a little depressed, so he had to cheer up.

"Maybe we could! Let's go back and wait! ”

Sowel put his hands on the shoulders of both of them and said confidently.

"Okay! Let's go back and wait, it's a big deal to wait a few days! ”

Wilson raised his head, looked at Suwell with blazing eyes, and said solemnly.

"Good! See back in a few days! A sentence came out of his mouth like gold.

At this time, after everyone was gone, the patrolmen put away the test papers in wooden boxes and handed them to Mayor William, who had been waiting.

"Your Excellency! It's everyone's paper! ”

A sturdy patrolman with a scar on his face approached and spoke.

"Really? Good! Mayor William finally smiled slightly, "Mr. Knight, let's send it over together!" ”

"Yes, Your Excellency Mayor!" The Alexander knight on the side agreed with a smile.

Today's Alexander knight wears a white robe, and in every move, the aristocratic demeanor is fully revealed, which makes people feel good unconsciously!

Alexander was sent by Edward to oversee it, after all, these were all arranged by William, and the loopholes were too big, so it was better to send someone.

So, our always gentlemanly and handsome Knight Alexander was sent to this task.

Immediately, the two boarded the carriage and headed to Whitehall Palace.

At this time, in a conference room in the palace, there was a huge oil painting hanging on the white jade wall, which was a portrait that Edward had specially painted.

Henry VIII, on horseback and bloodstained, was followed by many English soldiers, and opposite, the French soldiers in ragged clothes with fearful expressions on their faces.

His Majesty Henry VIII, who had an arrogant face, turned his head to say something to the English soldiers behind him at this time, but the sword in his hand pointed ahead.

Underneath the painting is written the following sentence: The Battle of the Crown of the King of France.

There were more than 20 people sitting in the conference room, basically all dressed in gorgeous clothes.

Edward sat in the center of his position and began to close his eyes.

In fact, he had just finished lunch and felt a little stretched, so he took a break.

"Oooo

"Your Majesty, the papers of many candidates have been brought!"

Mayor William and Knight Alexander bowed to Edward and bowed their heads.

Edward glanced at Alexander's long hair and beautiful face, and felt depressed in his heart.

Although Edward's appearance is okay, he is much worse than the knight of Alexander.

If in modern times, it can be said that the knight of Alexandria can eat with his face brushed, and it is also eaten by both men and women, and he will not die of hunger.

Every time you see this face, if you look closely, you will sigh at the eccentricity of the Creator.

"Yes!" Edward said softly, "Give them something!" ”

"Yes!" The two replied in unison.

William waved his hand behind him, and four people walked in with a small suitcase.

Then he handed over the answer sheets to the twenty or so old men sitting there.

Since knowledge is basically monopolized by the Church, most of these people are Anglican clergy, and some are Privy Council ministers.

Don't look the other way at them. In fact, due to the need to centralize royal power, Henry VII concentrated power in the Privy Council.

However, he feared that the Privy Council ministers had too many rights to rebel against the king.

Therefore, he greatly expanded the number of Privy Council Ministers, and even swelled to 227 at one point, of which 44 had never attended a Privy Council meeting, and only about 12 were usually active.

By Edward's time, the size of the Privy Council had been reduced, and there were only about thirty or forty members at present.

Those who can enter the Privy Council are basically literate, so Edward brought some people over to act as examiners and revise the test papers.

"You go on, just choose according to my requirements, and show it to me when you pass it!"

Edward had given an explanation, and then turned and left, and the twenty or so clergymen or privy councillors could only take the papers and correct them with quills.

Time was fleeting, and the examination papers of more than 1,000 people were corrected by more than 20 examiners and ended in less than two hours.

"Your Majesty, this is all the examination papers admitted, about two hundred, please take a look!"

A yellow-haired minister walked in and spoke to Edward.

"Oh! Take it! Let me see! Edward put down the book in his hand and said.

The yellow-haired minister came to Edward with two hundred papers held on a wooden tray, passing by Lucy's hand.

Edward saw that the first place in line was a man named Viseli, fifty questions, forty-nine correct, and even the last big question set by Edward himself was answered correctly.

"Sure enough, there were still talents in the Middle Ages! Don't underestimate the ancients! ”

Edward thought silently in his heart, and flipped through the next exam paper.