"It seems that you can't answer, it's a waste of other people's time, Magat, take the papers, and get him out!" Falford said sternly, and after reprimanding Downton, he turned to leave, not caring about Andrea's face at all.

Andrea frowned when she saw that Downton didn't start writing, and then she suddenly remembered that Downton had not been exposed to orthodox theological education, and she was forced to take the exam by Falford just now, which was really a mistake, and she just needed to let him show his magic skills.

"Trouble. Andrea was pondering how to get off the stage when she suddenly saw Downton start answering the fill-in-the-blank questions in the first part.

He writes quickly, and he doesn't leave a single space from beginning to end, as if the knowledge has already been imprinted in his mind.

"It can't be scribbled, right?"

"It's very likely, you see, that he hardly thinks about time and keeps writing, even the top students of the seminary can't do it to this extent, right?"

"How can a civilian who has never been to school have such a rich knowledge reserve? ”

The deacons and priests in the chapel were talking, looking at Downton with disbelief on their faces, and they were tempted to lean over to look at his papers, but the two golden-robed priests stood there and did not dare to go to them.

"If you dare to fill in and play tricks on us, I will forever disqualify you from taking the exam. In Falfer's view, the boy was dying, and the answers must have been handwritten rubbish.

"Aren't the clergy so ignorant of basic etiquette?, shouldn't you be quiet when someone else is taking an exam?" Downton looked up and asked Falfo with an innocent expression, "Is it that an old man like you has polyglotism?" ”

Some of the onlookers heard Downton's subtext mocking Falfo, but none dared to laugh. Andrea had no such scruples.

"Shut up all and let him answer. Falfo roared, his face flushed, he hated being told he was old.

Downton snapped his fingers, and a white halo flew out of his fingers, blessing Falford.

The whole hall was taken aback. I thought that Downton was attacking the presiding priest without knowing whether he was alive or dead, and he was about to intercept it, only to find out that it was just an ordinary sober magic technique.

"The old people generally have high blood pressure, don't be angry, otherwise the blood vessels in the head will collapse. Downton had a concerned look on his face, "You don't want to be slumped in bed like a dead dog, do you?"

"What do you say? Shut up and answer your papers. Andrea almost burst out laughing, she didn't expect Downton to be so venomous, and when she looked at Falford's old face, her folds shook with anger.

"Haode!" Downton knew the mentor was protecting himself. If you let the angry Falfo make a move, it will be finished if you can't do it yourself, but people are dragon slaying steps, and it is effortless to pinch and kill a miscellaneous fish like yourself.

Elaine looked at Downton dumbfounded, although she knew that he was bold enough, but she didn't expect it to be so big, she actually said that the main priest was a dead dog, you must know that even those dukes and ministers saw Falfo. Don't dare to slack off!

"There's only Andrea's big white leg left in front of me, so I have to hold it tight!" Before he had no confidence, he really didn't want to provoke such a strong enemy, but now he had no choice but to charge into battle as a pawn for his mentor.

It only took twenty minutes for Downton to finish the first paper and put it aside.

"Your Excellency!" Magath picked it up at once. It was handed to Falfo.

"Hmm!" Falford pondered how to humiliate Downton so that he could lose confidence forever, but his expression became more and more surprised as he skimmed through the papers.

"Isn't there a single mistake?" Falfo re-read it without believing it, but still had no problem.

As the main priest. Pfalford is still very knowledgeable, and he doesn't need to refer to the answer to know whether Downton is doing the right thing.

"As I said, Downton is excellent. Andrea was proud, she knew the character of her old rival, and if there was a little problem with Downton's papers, she would definitely be scolded for being incomplete.

"What doesn't dead reading mean?" Falford quibbled, the first one is a history question, as long as you memorize it, it will definitely not be wrong, but the latter is different, it is a philosophical essay question, he doesn't believe that this young man who has not grown all his hair can make it.

Of course, Downton can't do it, but Homer can, as the ancient magic book of the ancient and the present, it is much more familiar with this shijie and the teachings of the Flame Holy See than Falfo, and even the Pope himself may not be better than it in debate.

After all, this is the introductory examination of the Holy Knight's License, and the question is not difficult, Homer didn't even need to think, and opened his mouth to say that if it weren't for Downton's average writing speed, he could have answered faster, but this speed still shocked everyone present.

Seeing Downton finish three volumes in one sitting and put away his pen, all eyes fell on Falford.

Although the chief priest hadn't said anything yet, judging from his expression, everyone knew that the young man named Downton had passed the test.

There was indeed nothing to say, and Falfo looked at the scroll and then at Downton, as if he had seen the dead, and the answers to those questions were even more perfect than the official answers, but how could he have written them without more than a few decades of theological attainments? Could it be that this young man had been studying theology since his mother's womb?

"Have I passed my written exam?" Downton asked, "are you going to take the magic test next?"

"Go to the martial arts arena!" Falfo dropped the roll on his desk and turned away, giving Magath a look.

Magath, who understood, immediately left and went to arrange for manpower.

The land price of the royal capital is expensive, but it is not a problem for the wealthy Holy See at all, and the martial arts arena is open-air, the size of two football fields.

Three hundred Templars and more than a hundred Templars were practicing their daily liliang, battle formations, and martial arts, and when they saw the two priests walk in, they immediately stopped what they were doing and ran over to greet them.

"This young man is conducting a knight assessment, which of you is willing to go down and guide him?" Falford had read Downton's registration form, so he knew that he was a second-order war, so he asked Magath to prepare in advance, otherwise if a few miscellaneous fish that didn't know the height of the sky came out and were killed, they would lose their adults.

The Templars retreated, they were one rank higher than the Templars, and instead of standing guard and sentry, they were responsible for the safety of the priests, and there was no need for them to be present in such an examination.

"I'm coming!" a Templar stepped out impatiently, wanting to show his face in front of the two priests, hoping to be appreciated.

"Idiot!" several deacons couldn't help but mutter, seeing the guy who volunteered to be brave, this is a stupid person with no political sense.

"Can you? This young man is a second-order war, with a good record and quite confident. Magath seems to be complimenting Downton, but in fact he is provoking hostility among the knights.

Sure enough, the knights' faces remained unchanged, they hated the arrogant guys, and the knight who stood up was even more staring at Downton.

"No problem. The knight replied flatly, but had already made up his mind to teach the boy a lesson.

"Alright, let's get in!" said Falfo, when the priest had already moved his mount.

"Should I say you're innocent, or are you stupid?" Downton sighed, jumped into the square arena, and drew his saber.

"Black Dragon Wings?"

A knight cried out.

"It's indeed a perfect weapon worth 7 million gold coins, but isn't this young man a civilian?

The knights looked at the saber in Downton's hand with keen eyes, and then their eyes fell on the other long sword at his waist.

Fearing that he would be recognized for their origin and value, Downton wrapped them in strips of cloth, which so far seemed to have little effect.

"Let's get started!"

With Falford's order, the Templar pounced on Downton, he wanted to fight quickly, after all, the other party was a candidate, and if it dragged on for too long, it would prove that he was very incompetent.

"No, if you want to be appreciated by the officiant, you don't have to fight so hard, right?" Downton was still wondering if he would save some face for the other party, after all, he would become a colleague in the future, but seeing his impatient look, he didn't bother to think about it.

Divine Vengeance was activated, and the golden dragon lance appeared in the air, immediately shooting at the Templar's vest with the sound of breaking wind.

"Holy vengeance?

"Nonsense, it was the teenager who cast it. ”

"Impossible, isn't it? This is a bishop-level divine art?"

As the name suggests, the bishop-level divine technique is that only the bishop is qualified to release it, and it is powerful, of course, it is okay to occasionally have a few talented priests, but there are only a handful of such people,

The knights were fried all of a sudden, and there was a lot of discussion, but the deacons and priests were more calm, they had just heard Andrea say that Downton would have two bishop-level magic skills, but they didn't expect it to be true.

The Templar, who was the opponent, unfolded the two soul shields at once, and there was a slight panic on his face, and he couldn't help but turn back to the dragon spear, as a clergyman, he knew the power of this magic best.

The knight's basic skills are solid, and his reflexes are also very fast, and he dodges with all his might.

Watching the dragon spear shatter a diamond-shaped shield and plunge into the ground, he was glad that he had escaped the catastrophe, but the next second he heard the shouts of his companions.

"Be careful!"

The knight turned around, shocked to find that Downton had rushed in front of him, and his huge fist had blasted towards him like a battering ram.

"So fast!" there was no way to avoid it, and when this thought broke into his mind, the knight's nose was also hit, and the whole person flew out straight, fell more than ten meters away, and fainted.

The nosebleed was sprinkled all the way, and the scarlet was mottled.

The entire arena seemed to have entered an arctic cold night, and instantly became silent, and the onlookers looked at Downton in amazement, they really didn't expect him to knock out a second-order Templar of the war with a single look, and he himself didn't even open the shield. (To be continued......)