Two days later, early in the morning

Royal Academy of Music, Great Hall.

The Great Hall, where the grand banquet had been held a few days ago, had been reorganized.

It used to be lit up late at night, filled with the smell of wine and the sweet laughter of the girls, and the musicians of the future met each other. The walls and pillars are decorated with intricate patterns, and the crystal chandeliers reflect the light, making the future dazzling.

Ninety-three of the finest Persian carpets form a vast narrative poem of the grandeur of King Arthur and his twelve phantom beasts. Even the silver candle stands are decorated with delicate floral patterns.

But now the intoxicating extravagance has been removed, and the carpet has been rolled up, revealing the original marble floor. The candle on the silver candle stand was extinguished.

Fifteen windows were closed, and heavy curtains were closed to block out the outside light.

The smell of wine, the laughter of the girls, and the bright lights were gone.

Only the fierce sunlight fell through the glass-domed dome, bringing a beam of light to the dark Great Hall, and the light fell to the ground, shattering and scattering, faintly illuminating the portraits of the masters, their eyes sharp and cold, and the pupils of their eyes like electric light brewing in thunderclouds.

The final test is about to begin.

Behind a row of long tables, the six examiners were dressed in crimson robes, with serious faces and harsh and gloomy expressions.

When looking through the candidates' materials in his hand, it is like looking at the goods, trying to find even the slightest flaw in these porcelain, and then smash them with the hammer in his hand.

In the midst of it, there was a bored young woman, wearing a turban, veiled face, and a scarlet flower on her forehead, full of exoticism, out of place, and absent-minded.

It was just a sign that the musician faction sent representatives to make up the numbers make the exam a little fairer. No one cared about her, and everyone knew that the headmaster had already given in to his own nonsense.

The examination room here today is the home of the aristocratic faction!

The side door opened, and footsteps walked in, low and determined, full of confidence. All the examiners stood up and bowed to Sidney, who was the examiner for this time:

"Good day, sir. ”

"Good day, gentlemen. ”

Sidney bowed his head and sat down in the center of the long table.

When he looked around, his harsh eyes showed a hint of satisfaction: "It seems that this year is a bumper year." Gentlemen, this is the last moment, do not relax. ”

"Sir, we are always on the alert. Bane bowed his head respectfully.

"Good. Sidney laughed, "You have the glory of the Royal Academy of Music and the Anglo musicians, you know?"

A good teacher should take on the role of guiding his own way, rather than putting the rotten fruit in his basket indiscriminately. ”

"Everything was well arranged. ”

Bane whispered, "Starting this year, the spirit of the Noble Blood will be resurrected in the Academy. ”

"As it should be. ”

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Before the final test began, Sidney inspected the examiner again.

"The representatives of the School of Change, the School of Summoning, the School of Revelation, and the Royal School have all arrived, which is very good......" Speaking of this, his brows furrowed slightly: "Why is there still a seat vacant, who is late?"

"The teacher in charge of the music history department, I remember the name is ......" Bane thought about it carefully, and some could not remember the old man who had no sense of existence: "It seems to be called Abraham." ”

"Maybe the iron hand was broken, so he ran to the blacksmith's shop, right?"

Someone next to him muttered softly, eliciting a tacit laugh.

In the academy, few people knew that the half-hung musician with an iron arm was actually a teacher in the academy. And it's still a ghost place like the Department of Music History that no one knows if you don't check the list......

If it weren't for the fact that he suddenly occupied a vacant seat in this admission, I'm afraid no one would have noticed this old man who had no sense of existence in the academy all along.

In the midst of laughter, the gray-haired man slipped in quietly through the side door, and when he realized that he was late, a look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

Sensing that someone was looking at him, he subconsciously shrank his iron hand behind his back to avoid ridicule. Sidney glanced at him, a little bored, and just waved his hand and motioned for him to sit down.

So, all the staff arrived.

Then, with the crisp sound of the wooden mallet, the door of the auditorium opened.

In the examination room, the faces of all the examiners instantly became serious,

The final exam, which decided the fate of the seventy-one candidates, has finally begun.

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"Who was the first person?"

"Edmund Rossi. Bane looked at the name and thought for a while: "The second son of the Rossi family, he has a good talent, and he was already an apprentice three years ago. The school of revelation was very optimistic about him. ”

Sidney nodded, "It seems that he is very good at understanding the laws. ”

"He is also quite gifted spiritually. The examiner of the Apocalypse School exclaimed in a low voice: "It seems that it is a junior who is deliberately cultivated in the family." ”

"Let's take a look. Sidney whispered.

While they were talking in a low voice, a red-haired teenager had already walked into the examination room.

In the empty and gloomy auditorium, stared at by the examiners in the distance, the young man was vaguely nervous, but he could see that his family education was good, and he still maintained an aristocratic bearing, bowing slightly to the examiners, waiting for instructions.

"Don't be nervous, Edmund. ”

Bane pointed to the center of the exam room, "Just stand up and relax." ”

Edmund turned his head to look behind him, and only then did he notice the towering stone tablet that he had been ignoring.

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In the silence, a heavy stone monument more than a person tall stood silently in the center of the examination room, with sharp edges and corners. After being retouched and polished, the surface of the stele is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the reflection of a person.

The sun shone on it from the dome, but it left no shadow on the ground, as if the light had been swallowed up by a pitch-black stone tablet.

The black stele reflected the human face, and the face became pale and unfamiliar.

The mirrored figures looked like they were stripped of a human trait, and they looked terrifying.

In front of the stele was a heavy iron chair, as heavy and clumsy as the instruments used to bind the sick in a mental hospital. A silver cable extends from the back of the chair to the base of the stele.

They are one.

This is the instrument used in this test. Although it looks like a stone monument, it is actually made of man. Ignoring the appearance, in principle, it is more like an aether ball that is a thousand times more complicated.

This professional-grade surveying device made by the 'Kingdom Geographical Exploration Association' was supposed to be installed in a silent stone chamber 400 meters underground to measure changes in the earth's crustal movement, and now it is placed here just to display all the data of the candidates.

It is more terrible than any torture or judge.

Because no one can lie in front of it.

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As Edmund sat down in his chair with some uneasiness, the plane of the stele slowly lit up. At first, it was a blur, but at the end, the silver dots of light formed a concrete pattern of change.

It may seem like a random graffiti, but it attracts the attention of all the examiners.

"The tectonic aspect is sufficient, but average. It's a little weaker in terms of change. ”

"The Apocalyptic school does not focus on preemptive strikes, but needs to respond correctly. Someone nodded: "He has a lot of expertise in 'inspiration'." ”

"It's good to get the first one. ”

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After a few words of discussion in a low voice at the end, the examiner of the School of Revelation nodded: "Edmund Rossi, you have been admitted to the School of Revelation, after leaving the corridor, go to the left, look for the person in charge of the School of Revelation, and he will take you through the formalities." ”

He paused and said with a hint of humor, "I hope you're ready for tuition." The School of Revelation is the place where the king's treasury is drained. ”

The red-haired boy was stunned for a moment, as if surprised, he clenched his fists excitedly, and ran out without even saying hello, bowing and saying goodbye after turning back halfway. The examiner chuckled into a low voice.

"It's still a kid after all. ”

Bane exclaimed, "Next!" Ron Fournier......

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When the second teenager walked into the examination room, the relaxed atmosphere in the examination room quickly dissipated.

The boy wore clothes that had been washed white with water, and looked at the examiners uneasily. But the examiner only looked at the young man's chest, and when he found that there was no noble coat of arms, he coldly withdrew his gaze and stopped looking.

It was the first time for the boy to face such a battle, and he opened his mouth to speak, but he was too nervous to speak.

Sidney frowned: he didn't even understand the etiquette.

"Sit there and we'll assess your qualifications. ”

Bane smiled and gestured to the stele.

When the trembling boy finished in the chair, the stele was naturally dimmed, and no image appeared. The examiners simply nodded knowingly, looked at each other, and crossed the name off their list.

Civilians who don't have any resonance with the aether have never received any training, and this test is a preparation to brush off these fishy guys.

Bane smiled and nodded, "Ron Fournier, you can go out." ”

The boy was stunned, not knowing what was going on. He didn't know exactly what this exam was going to do, and he naively thought that the exam hadn't started.

"I'm sorry to inform you that you don't have a talent for musicians and you can go. Bane announced softly, still smirking sarcastically.

"But, sir. ”

Ron was almost speechless: "I haven't ...... yet"

"I said, get out. ”

Bane's smile faded, and that cold look choked Ron's words, preventing him from saying anything. Bane didn't look at him again, but just tapped the gavel:

"Next!"

Ron stared blankly at the examiners, his lips curling to say something, and after a long time, he lowered his head and walked out of the exam room.

Outside the door, a faint sobbing sounded.

This is Avalon, where the aristocracy lives in the clouds and enjoys the sun. The civilians were in the thick fog of the lower city, and there were no stars in sight.

In the past, when the headmaster was still around, he might have opened the net, but this time the exams will be controlled by the aristocracy, and any vulgar putrid blood will not want to appear in this academy.

This is a place to breed the Descendants of Glory, not a rotten vegetable market.