Slowly, an hour passed.

The examiners were looking at their respective areas and students, and were very satisfied with the progress so far.

"That kid from the Adrian family is doing well this year. ”

Someone whispered praise.

In the silence of the examination room, Banner answered the exam papers with a blank face, and his pen flew like a fly, without any obstruction along the way, and he was not at all troubled by the difficult questions prepared by the examiners.

"In the end, it is a deep family education. ”

Bane nodded, "It deserves to be a famous family inherited from the Dark Ages." It is also natural to have a deep knowledge of theology. ”

"Not quite right. Someone whispered.

Someone also noticed that something was wrong: "It's too fast, that person ......"

"Huh?"

"The white-haired one, you see, what's the matter with him?"

Bane was stunned for a moment, and looked down at the white-haired boy not far from Banner.

In the gloomy and misty examination room, only this white-haired guy was elated, almost dancing.

It was like a drug, his eyes were about to glow, and he was holding a pen in his hand and writing on the paper at a rapid pace, the speed was almost invisible. Except for the first two pages to think about, the rest of the place is incredibly fast.

The reform of the Order, swept away, the rise of the chant sect, the gallop, the exploits of Saint Gregory, almost without moving his mind, filled half a page, only 'the difference between the grammar of the Rune script and the common language' which took him a long time...... Because this little bastard has been writing for a full page and a half, and he can't stop!

Where is this question?

It's clear that the chief who was expelled a few days ago ran wild after **, right?! Every mountain opens, encounters water and water, that kind of crazy and refreshing energy almost runs from morning to afternoon. Looking at his festive energy, it didn't look like he was doing an exam question at all, but like a fox getting into a chicken coop......

"Hey, what's going on?"

Bane's ground darkened, and he looked to the side.

"I don't know. The teacher in charge of the question swallowed and foamed: "He can't be scared crazy and answer randomly, right?"

"This is not a political analysis, as long as it is full, you can get a basic score. The female examiner glanced at the young man in the field contemptuously, and snorted coldly: "If it's scribbled, he won't get any points." ”

"But what if he answers everything right?" someone asked softly.

Everyone's expressions were gloomy, and the white-haired imp was the focus of 'care', and if he was let go so easily, he wouldn't be able to explain it to the vice principal at all.

In the silence, a man chuckled in a low voice: "Don't scare yourself, a pariah...... What theology do you know? ”

"That's right, I'm going to take the exam according to the advanced difficulty of the faculty. The middle-aged examiner shook his head: "Where can you answer so easily? Even if you open the book, not many people can easily pass the exam." ”

"I'm afraid it's really just a mess, right?"

"I think so. ”

Hearing others say this, Bane's face looked a little better, but he just bowed his head: "If you answer the questionnaire randomly, you can simply be exempted from qualification." I don't have much to say when I want to come to the principal. ”

He was right. ”

In the corner, someone whispered.

The gray-haired old man raised his head, his eyes were cloudy, and his face was still so wooden, he could not see that he was mocking this group of nobles, but as if he was stating some facts.

He said, "All the questions are correct. ”

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In the examination room, Ye Qingxuan's pen was flying, quickly scanning the questions on the paper, and the pen was full of wind.

Now he has come to the final essay question, the seven principles of the singer...... This is common sense that only the carol singer will keep in mind, and for others it is completely unaware of what it is.

However, these seven principles are regarded as the project of the 'Reformation', and are recorded in the chronicle of the sixth book of the 'History of the Order', one of the achievements of the sixth Pope Louis.

The rise and exponents of the Cult of Chant?

This kind of problem is completely fine as long as the chapters in the two books "A Brief History of the Music of the Order" and "The Biography of the Saints" are pieced together! Moreover, in order to fill in the gaps, Ye Qingxuan even added the prologue in the "Thirteen Hymns"!

What are the seven questions that Hermes asked?

A hundred years ago, the time of Hermes was called the period of development of the art of the Order, and almost all the artists of that era were devout believers, and they made a great contribution to the development of religious art.

The seven questions have been changed to a different name, and they are officially recorded in the "Analects of Thought", which can be seen only by opening it!

As for the grammatical differences between the rune script and the lingua franca...... Thank you Father Bann for your training! Thank you to the Order for training me to be a scribe for three years!

The more Ye Qingxuan wrote, the more he couldn't help but want to laugh, and wanted to dance.

What a man!

Everyone is a good person!

It's nice to have a letter of recommendation! Even the back door is so generous...... It's all about helping yourself pass the exam!

While writing, Ye Qingxuan thanked Mr. Wolf Flute in the distance in his heart: You are afraid that I won't be able to pass, so you specially found someone to help me change the exam questions, thank you so much!

It's incredible how comfortable it feels to be in the hands of you, and it's ......

- You guys are really good at opening the back door!

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“...... And he answered them all?"

One of the examiners muttered in a low voice.

"That's right, all the questions have been made......"

"Fart!"

Bane roared, interrupting him.

The room was silent, and only the frantic Bane hammered the table and glared at the middle-aged man with an earthy face: "What's going on?"

"Perhaps...... He'd already seen a little bit of it?" replied the examiner, trembling.

"How did you promise me?!" Bane wanted to kick him to death, "Tell me, how can a little ghost make such a professional topic?"

The thought of his assurances in front of Mr. Sidney made him feel his internal organs twist together, and his face turned pale.

"Maybe...... Our exam questions are leaking out?"

Under the pressure of the workplace, the middle-aged examiner's brain was opened, he grabbed this life-saving straw, and his pale face appeared with excitement: "Someone leaked our exam questions to him!

"It's cheating!"

"It seems that the black necks in the lower city will only follow this crooked path. Someone sneered: "Can he still be a trainee musician of the school of chants?"

"Cheating?" Bane's face softened slightly, "Are you sure?"

"Of course!" the examiner's expression was indignant, and his eyes were full of disdain: "How can such an inferior pauper have access to the books of the church. ”

"We need to punish severely. Another examiner proposed.

"That's right, in case this kind of thing happens again. ”

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

"It's not cheating. ”

A deep voice came from the corner again, interrupting Bane's words.

There was a moment of silence in the room, and in the silence, Bane's expression became more and more difficult to look at.

And the wooden old man just looked at the examination room, not noticing the change in the atmosphere at all, and his eyes were focused:

"His writing style and writing habits are unique to church personnel. The ring knuckle against the barrel of the pen is also a unique way of holding the pen in the church, and these are the changes brought about by that particular font. See the Church's bulletins and the letters of the clergy.

You can see the calluses in his hands, traces that can only be left by years of writing. He must have been trained by the Order, and perhaps he was originally a clergyman......"

"Enough!"

In the silence, Bane interrupted him, his face pale: "Mr. Abraham, watch your words, this is not the place for you to make a fool of yourself!"

The old man seemed to finally sense that the atmosphere was wrong, and he closed his mouth in disgust and bowed his head in embarrassment.

In an indifferent look, he lifted his mechanical hand and pressed his gray hair in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry. He whispered, bowing his head towards the insignia of the nobles.

Bane gave him a cold look, ignoring him.

"It's almost time. ”

Bane took a deep breath and opened the piano case beside him: "Let's move on to the next part in advance." ”

A violin resembling glass flashes like a dream. Bane held the harp, rested the bow on the strings, and exhaled the irritability in his chest:

"It's time for them to do the real thing. ”

In the faint sound of music, his eyes were grim.

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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 fluttering.

Just after rechecking the paper and all the answers, he nodded with satisfaction: it was perfect.

If I don't do the questions seriously, I will simply fail the back door that the college has shown me! I am so embarrassed to let everyone take such care of me......

Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but want to laugh three times. But considering that this is still an examination room, I had to keep my face stiff, and I didn't laugh out loud.

In the end, he looked down at the only blank exam paper, and couldn't help but wonder: what is this exam paper that doesn't even have questions written for?

It was already approaching the afternoon, and the noisy sound of cicadas could be heard in the distance. Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but yawn, feeling that his vision was a little blurry.

- I'm sleepy.

In his hand, a faint silver pattern seemed to flash on the blank exam paper, he was stunned for a moment, looked down, but found that there was really a pattern on the white paper. Dense and inconspicuous complex patterns slowly emerge from the exam paper like a watermark...... The streaks are like tangled thorns, and the complexity is dizzying.

Ye Qingxuan looked at it carefully, but found that his eyes seemed to be swept away by those patterns, and he involuntarily fell into it, falling towards the depths, deeper, and deepest......

In the blur, a series of muffled voices rang in his ears, as if the candidates were sleepily slumping on the table.

Immediately after that, he didn't know anything.

In the examination room, which was once full of pain and confusion, it seemed that there was a sudden silence at this moment, and everyone was silent, falling into a sudden deep sleep.

In front of them, the blank scroll silently refracted a faint silver light.

In the silence, a faint sound echoed in the air, so faint and small, it permeated every murmur like flowing water, silent, mixed with the sound of breathing, the grinding of clothes, and the voices of people in the square in the distance...... Finally, it came together from all over the world and turned into a melody like silk.

The sound of dripping water gathered together, like a spring water flowing in everyone's ears, and the clear and cold water poured into everyone's heart, silently penetrating all precautions......

- Ask the deepest secret in my heart!

Fantasia. NO97, a tune derived from the 'Calamity Overture'.

It's called Shadow of Torture.