After Norman examined the six law papers in his hand, he raised his hand and signaled that he was done, and glanced around by the way.

He saw that several of the slots were empty, that the paper and pen had been taken away, and that it was evident that the students who were sitting there had all finished their answers and left.

It is worthy of being a student of the black-robed mages, and it is really powerful, such a difficult test paper can be completed so quickly.

Norman thought as he looked at the empty seats.

Then he thought about the pansy reunion.

He had been guessing that the students were deliberately pretending not to know how to paralyze each other on the topic at that time, but now that he looks at it, it is indeed so.

But none of this is his business, it is enough for him to finish this exam paper before 7 minutes.

Pastor Duke, who had been concerned about his bets, saw that Norman finally raised his hand and walked over.

"Done?"

Duke's face wasn't very good-looking.

Also, Norman completed the law paper less than 7 minutes after 6 minutes, and according to the bet, he had already lost.

No matter who it is, if you lose 20 silver nar and go out, your face can't be very good-looking.

Norman nodded, "It's done." Then he handed the paper to Duke, stood up himself, and followed Duke to the altar of the Lord as before.

After walking with Duke to the main altar and watching Duke hand over the exam paper to Girod, the chief proctor, Norman was ready to leave.

He walked towards the side door, still thinking about the law exam paper as he went: the accuracy rate should be good, right? Can you pass the entrance exam?......

He really wanted to ask Lancelot how correct he was at the moment, but the nave was full of people now, and he didn't have a chance to ask, so he could only hold back his thoughts for the time being and wait to go out and ask again.

Then Norman thought of the Holy Maiden again.

He deliberately got up early in the morning and asked the Knights Templar to toss him like this, just to attract the attention of the saint and make the saint feel more favorable towards him, but he didn't expect to see the saint's face at the end of the day, wasting his money for this look and custom-made clothes......

Behind Norman, the chief invigilator Giraud, who had been waiting for a long time, finally got Norman's law exam paper, which made him, who had been staring at Norman for a long time, his eyes began to be a little flowery, and his spirit was a little sluggish.

For this student to spend so long answering, what level of law exam would it be?

With curiosity, Girold slowly opened the paper, looking from the first.

This question...... Up in the air......

This question...... All four answers seem to be the same......

This question...... He couldn't even understand the title......

It's okay not to look at it, but the more I look at Girod, the more panicked I become, and cold sweat even oozes from my forehead, and then a big question arises in my heart.

What kind of mage-level assessment is this?

Girod didn't know, he only knew that this must be a two-star black-robed mage or above, and the most incredible thing was that the student was able to write all the answers!

What kind of monster is coming to this year's entrance exam?......

While Giraud was terrified by the student's knowledge of ancient languages, an urgent thought sprung up in his heart, which made him quickly look at the student's name on the test paper.

Norman.

Well, Norman, okay, he remembers the name.

Girold began to think about the process of transferring to a church school - yes, he had already decided to apply to transfer to a church school and become a teacher right away.

Such a student can't be taught by that group of bastard guys in the church school, that would be a waste of this student's talent!

But after a while Girold gave up on the idea: the student seemed to have a higher level of ancient language than he did, so why should he teach others?

It seems that the only way to do this is to ask the Metropolitan to teach, and only the Metropolitan Patriarch himself can teach without wasting this student's talent.

And in the South Transept, Gustav thinks the same way.

"I will be his teacher, and I think that such a student deserves special treatment, he is different from ordinary students,"

Gustav said to Hardy, "I suggest that he join the Father's Church directly, studying in a church school and serving in the Father's Church at the same time...... Well, you can start with a pastor. I am willing to be his baptizer in the matter of his accession to the Father's Church......"

Gustav couldn't wait to do all this, and he really wanted to see what kind of brilliance this guy would shine in his hands, and maybe bring glory to all of Cárdenas.

As for Hardy...... After all, this is a cardinal priest of high status, not a scoundrel, and Gustav does not believe that after things have developed as they are, Hardy can continue to mess around.

But he clearly underestimated someone's determination.

Hardy silently listened to Gustav's advice, didn't say yes or no, just kept looking at the magic prism, and after seeing that Norman had stood up and followed a priest to the main altar, he finally made up his mind.

Hardy's lips quirmed, and he cast a second-level spell, the Magic Mouth, to convey his meaning to someone who had been waiting outside the nave on his orders.

This faint fluctuation of magic was caught by Gustav, causing Gustav's gushing words to come to an abrupt halt and look at Hardy in a daze.

The previous time when he changed the test papers, Hardy was the same, and he also performed a magic mouth trick to convey his meaning to someone.

Could it be ......

The images in the Magic Prism tell Gustav Hardy what he did.

"Norman!"

Norman came to the side door and was about to go out when another voice came from behind him.

He turned around and saw that the priest who had said he had taken the wrong paper had reappeared next to the chief proctor, Giron, looking at him with a stack of papers in his hand.

"I got the wrong law paper just now, and you need to answer it again. ”

The pastor said this, and even the lines were almost the same as the previous one.

......

In the south ear hall, Gustav had a gloomy face, Hardy was expressionless, and even Thomas, who had always been a good friend, had a solemn face.

The atmosphere was eerie and eerily quiet.

After a long time, I heard Thomas speak and asked, "What is the difficulty?"

It can be seen that Thomas can no longer maintain a leisurely state of mind, and he doesn't even bother to talk nonsense.

"One-star blue robe. ”

Hardy didn't want to speak, which was understandable: it was too ugly for a cardinal priest of high standing and an archmage admired by all to stare at a young man like a scoundrel.

If Norman hadn't been cornered, Hardy wouldn't have wanted to.

"One-star blue robe?"

Gustav sneered.

This is amazing, and it has directly stepped into a big realm.

The three of them could see that the content of the one-star red-robed mage's scroll assessment just now was already the pinnacle of what Norman could handle, and Norman's level of ancient language was the level of a one-star red-robed mage, and a one-star blue-robed ...... Norman simply couldn't have made it.

What's more, it was already halfway through the 6th hour, and there was only half an hour before the 7th bell of the end of the exam, and it took Norman more than two minutes to answer the one-star red-robed mage's test paper just now. Now that he only has half an hour, how can he finish this paper?

"You tell him directly that he is not welcome in the church school. ”

In the face of Gustav's taunts, Hardy remained silent.

How could he directly refuse Norman? He had just agreed to Thomas's terms in front of so many people, and it was impossible for him to go back on his word and refuse Norman to enter a church school.

He could only use the rules of the entrance exam against Norman, even if the rules were deformed to him and not fair at all, but they were still rules.

Thomas, the third person in the south ear hall, looked at the magic prism with a solemn face and was silent.

He didn't know what the teacher's purpose was, he only knew that no miracle could happen again, and the picture in the magic prism confirmed his idea.

I saw that in the magic prism, after Norman returned to his seat with the test paper, he stared at the test paper and looked like he didn't move for a long time, and he didn't even pick up the pen.

Obviously, this teenager who had worked hard for a day was finally tired, and he saw the reality clearly after being hit by a powerful carriage and broke his head, and gave up.