Hearing Dean Lohr say the "new school rules", Charles applied for study cleanly, as for the future study hard to make a comeback, or stay in the third grade until old age and death, that is a later story, now he doesn't want to entangle with the other party at all.

What are you kidding, whether it's for yourself or not, Lao Tzu just can't get it, what can you do?

In the past, the year-end assessment of the Knight Academy was divided into a written examination and a martial arts assessment, as long as one of them was good, or two of them could be passed.

In the past, Charles relied on the solid basic combat skills taught by the Marquis of Lorraine himself, coupled with the huge advantage in weight, he could get a qualified or even good evaluation, and if he combined with a "qualified" written test score, he could pass the test safely, which was also the place where the Marquis of Lorraine always relied on Dean Labrac in the past.

But Charles has not only recovered the extraordinary talent of the "Hunter" now, but is also the ninth-rank "Knight" of the warrior system, and it is also safe to get a good one in the third year of the master, and it is not impossible to get an excellent one.

But now the new school rules that suddenly came out have put Charles in the corner and have no way out, the written test itself is already a blank paper, and because the martial arts assessment is conducted in a closed martial arts hall, the advantages of the hunter cannot be fully exerted, so Charles is not sure to get excellent.

According to the dog's new school rules, if you can't get an excellent score in the martial arts assessment, it will be a drop out.

The Knight Academy is a place where dragons and crouching tigers are hidden, and that Veronica is a seventh-rank "killing warrior", and the other two new teachers are not good at first sight. It would be stupid to drill into it yourself.

"Ahem, Charles, you don't necessarily have to study, I think you're ...... You can accept the assessment of your strengths. ”

Just as Charles was about to give up, Wembley Augustine, who was sitting in the VIP seat, suddenly coughed and said something incomprehensible.

"Specialty assessment?"

Charles was puzzled, he knew that as long as a student reached a very high level in a certain subject, even if other subjects were bad, he could be rated as excellent in the written test.

However, Charles and Olive have carefully analyzed all the written test assessment subjects of the Knight Academy, and none of them have their own strengths, whether it is "Knight Etiquette" or "A Brief History of the Continent" or "Infantry Tactics", Charles basically knows a rough idea, and he can't even touch the passing side.

"You can't be trying to test the kind of spiritual language I just recited, right?" said Charles.

Sure enough, Wembley's new teacher, Rantle Ferrari, had already walked over with a thin stack of paper in his hand.

Rantelle Ferrari walked up to Dean Lore and pulled out a copy from the stack of papers and handed it over, Charles was keenly aware that the stack was only two parts, and neither Rantelle Ferrari nor Dean Lore were looking at the exam papers.

Dean Lore put the "special assessment" questions on Charles' desk backwards, and just stood aside and watched Charles's reaction.

Charles's first reaction was to refuse, there are nearly ten kinds of subjects involved in the written examination of the Knight Academy, why are there only two special assessment questions?

But if he refused directly, his opposition to Wembley would be too obvious, and with the attitude of "it doesn't matter if you look at it", Charles picked up the "special exam paper" with only two pieces of paper.

The article is full of tadpole texts, and more than a dozen sentences lying and crawling horizontally and vertically are lined up there.

Charles looked at it and recognized it, because there was always that kind of fiery spiritual power fluctuation in his body, and only deliberate suppression could prevent outsiders from seeing the abnormality.

At some point, Wembley Augustine also walked to Charles's table, and Fani Augustine also walked to Charles's side, blocking the gap between the two.

"Charles, can you pronounce it?"

The county lord of Fani endured it for a long time, but still asked.

"I ......"

Charles hesitated, but shook his head, indicating that he couldn't pronounce it.

"You...... You can try it, these spiritual words are treasures of the royal family, and not everyone has the opportunity to see them," the god of Lord Fani was a little uneasy, but she didn't want to force Charles, and she seemed very entangled.

"Oh, really? I'll have to take a closer look. ”

Charles used his heart, carefully memorizing it word by word, and he planned to memorize it and then go home and write it down and study it slowly.

But when he was remembering, he was also pretending to try to recite these spiritual words, but as a result, the spiritual power fluctuations in his body suddenly became more intense, and he had to always break sentences, and deliberately split a spiritual sentence into three or four paragraphs and stumbled to read it, so as to cut off the resonant connection between these spiritual words and the spiritual power in his body.

"Am I a genius in spiritual language? Keep a low profile, I have to hide some of my strength now!"

Charles was really surprised, he actually knew the two seemingly obscure and difficult Old Norman words, and most of them could be recited smoothly, causing slight fluctuations in various patterns of spiritual power in his body.

Perhaps it was because Charles had remembered for too long, Fani felt deeply apologetic, and she gently said to the "meditative" Charles: "If it's very reluctant, forget it, you just need to try the sentence you just read again." ”

"Oh!

Charles found exactly the phrase that had been recited successfully, but the phrase on the special exam paper was longer than the phrase on the test paper just now, and Charles thought that maybe this was a complete version.

"Krasa Moyed Dik cold bar tasting cabbage....... Valve pot Namu ...... Gollum Rob ...... Relying on the danger metaphor ......"

Before Charles finished reading, he felt that there were spiritual power fluctuations that were several times stronger than just now and were moving around him, and he was about to pounce and burrow into his body.

Charles immediately broke the sentence, and the spiritual power fluctuated like a hooligan who had taken off half of his pants and was suddenly taken away by the POLICE, and he left the scene aggrieved.

"Oh...... It's a little different from just now......"

Charles raised his head and said innocently to the crowd around him.

“.......”

"Then try to read the ...... on the exam paper again" Fani was still gentle and warm, but Charles always felt a faint disappointment hidden in the depths of her eyes.

"Krasa Moyed Dik cold bar tasting cabbage....... Valve pot Namu!"

In one go, the fluctuations of spiritual power reappeared, and Dean Lore, Wembley, and the two new teachers who came over all showed puzzled expressions.

"You're looking at it, that's right, it's very simple, don't you believe you can read it?"

"Me?"

Lord Fani was stunned, then looked at Wembley Augustine on the other side, who nodded slightly.

An ordinary person without supernatural abilities would not be able to recite a successful spiritual language without the help of spiritual power sensing elixirs.

"Carat..... Samoyed ...... Dick Cold ..... Let's ...... Let's ........"

The lord of Fani County thought very seriously, and her beautiful and delicate face was red, like a blooming rose, and her beauty was incomparably delicious.

But unfortunately, her reading was even more difficult than that of elementary school students, and the fluctuation of spiritual power naturally did not appear.

"Oh, Fani you don't pronounce it right! it should be read like this: 'Krasa Moyed Dik cold bar tapin cabbage....... Uh......"

Charles suddenly froze, like a duck pinched by the neck.

"What's the matter, Charles, is it the spiritual power that has been devoured, it's all my fault, how can you continue to recite spiritual words? You are not yet the seventh rank......" Lord Fani was anxious, and quickly leaned over to hold Charles R and looked at him worriedly, there was already mist in his dark eyes.

"It's okay...... It's just that I was a little flustered all of a sudden......."

"You have a good rest!" Lord Fani turned around, changed into a different appearance to Dean Lore, and said coldly and calmly, "Dean Lore, even if Charles can only recite half a sentence of spiritual language, he is unique in the entire third year, right?"

Dean Lore pondered for a long time before he said in a deep voice: "Count Bayonne is indeed very talented, and I can give him a passing score in the written examination. ”

"Thank you, Dean Lore, for your justice, you are a true knight. ”

Lord Fani gave Dean Lore a serious salute, and then turned his head to see Charles with a sluggish and stunned face.

"Charles, what's wrong with you?"

"Oh..... Huh? Your pronunciation...... That's not right......"

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