The assessment only took about half a day to end, and the biggest topic during the period was naturally the dragon lance mage Rommel challenging the high-level mage of the academy to win, and this news became a big talk in the circle of magicians in the imperial capital.

Other subsequent mages also performed well, such as Maxwell, a mage from Gray Province, who overcame a mid-level magic "lightning chain" in the assessment, which also attracted a lot of surprises.

Constantine's performance is very ordinary, he shows the most basic arcane missiles, the only highlight is that the number of arcane missiles controlled is quite large, actually more than fifteen, this is basically the magic control level of a mid-level arcanist, it may have attracted a lot of attention in the past, but it is not eye-catching in the assessment of amazing performances.

This examination later left a considerable number of legends and deeds for the Royal Academy, and many of the students who entered the school later recalled this day in history with a stirring mood and could not help themselves.

However, no matter how future generations recall and evaluate, for the candidates concerned, there is only one feeling: that is, it is finally over.

After another day of waiting, when twilight covered the sky, more than 100 candidates came to the academy.

There was a huge parchment scroll hanging outside the door, and the parchment scroll was written in ink with the respective scores and rankings of the mages who were admitted to the entrance examination, and the mages gathered around the parchment scroll, quickly examining the names on the parchment scroll, and the mages on the list were naturally ecstatic, and the magicians who were not shortlisted could only leave with their heads down.

Constantine, who had finally squeezed in from the crowd, glanced up at the parchment, and with the eye of a bounty hunter, he caught his name at a glance, and to his surprise, his ranking was quite high, ranking nineteenth among more than a hundred mages on the list, and the main reason was ......

Full marks in the written test.

Then he looked up the list and found that among all the highly-ranked mages, only he and Diana had perfect scores in the written exam, and the rest had more or less deducted some points.

"How could I have deducted points in my written test...... a young girl exclaimed in disbelief, it was Juno from the Duchy of France, in addition to her arcane talent, she was also quite confident in her theoretical knowledge, she thought that her ranking had a chance to hit the top twenty, but she found that because of the insignificant score gap in the written test results, she suddenly fell outside the top twenty.

Julils was also a little puzzled, he deducted two points for the written test, but in his opinion, the written test of this year's admission test was not too difficult, he was confident of getting a full score, but he didn't expect that he actually stumbled a little on this "not difficult" exam paper.

"What went wrong?" said Julils, mused, feeling that he did not seem to have answered any of the questions incorrectly.

After thinking hard to no avail, he looked at the top of the list, and there were only a few names in front of him, such as Diana, Rommel, Ora, Mendeleev and others, to his surprise, in addition to Diana, the other geniuses also deducted two points from their written test scores.

"Is there an inside story?" thought Julis, after all, Diana was the child of His Majesty the Emperor, and was recognized as the most prominent figure among the younger generation of the Holy Empire.

But he soon ruled out this possibility, firstly because he believed in the credibility of the Royal Academy of Magic, and secondly, because it was known that the relationship between the Four Queens and the Imperial Family had not been very harmonious.

Besides, with Diana's strength, there is no need to do this.

So he looked closely at the mages below him on the parchment scroll, and when he came to a name, his gaze stopped.

Constantine Diggs

This guy who has a relationship with himself, his written test score is actually the same as Diana, which is a perfect score.

Constantine picked up the gray ** law box and was about to enter the academy when he was unexpectedly stopped by a young man named Julils.

"Constantine, it's nice that we're seeing each other again. The young man's tone was very easy-going.

"I'm very happy too, congratulations, you're at the top of the list. Constantine replied.

"I want to ask you a question. Julils asked seriously, "How did you do your written exam?"

"Well, that's it. Constantine thought for a moment and gave a very "serious" answer.

Julils was speechless and said, "I mean why you were able to get a perfect score in the written test, and besides, only you and Her Highness Diana got a perfect score. ”

"In your eyes, it should be normal for her to get a perfect score, but do you mean that my written test score is not normal, why don't you ask her?" asked Constantine rhetorically.

"I didn't mean that either......"

"Then I don't understand what you mean. ”

"You're an interesting person. ”

"That's not interesting. ”

After a back-and-forth conversation without nutrition, Julils slapped his forehead helplessly, "Tell me, what is your answer to each question?"

"The first question, I think about it, I filled in St. Faust when he asked. Constantine said.

"Who is St. Faust?" asked Julius, frowning.

"Don't you know?"

"I really haven't heard of such a person in the history of magic. "All I know is that in history, the only magician who has been given a holy name is His Excellency Ingres. ”

"I'll have to go find the dorm and explain to you. Constantine did not have time to retell the historical story that Diana had told him to the young man beside him, waved his hand, and hurriedly took his leave.

"Brother, who are you talking to?" said Juneau, squeezing out of the crowd.

"An interesting guy. Julils habitually touched his chin and smiled.

The college's dormitory is set amidst a lush forest and looks like a castle in the style of the Middle Ages.

The castle has seven floors, and Constantine is assigned to a dormitory on the fifth floor, and the dormitory of the academy is very exquisite, with bookshelves, beds, dining tables and other infrastructure, which is enough to make a commoner-born magician say a word of praise and glory.

Here, Constantine also welcomed two of his roommates.

Ora, the magical genius who ranked second in the mental power test, second only to Isaac Newton. also came to this dormitory, this shy teenager almost all day long with his head down and reading a book, not looking up much.

Heine, a descendant of the hereditary nobility of the Duchy of Vane, was once a crown mage, and by his generation, the family's magical talent had gradually declined. This benevolent brother is passionate about poetry collections, and his greatest dream in life is to become a famous bard on the mainland. This guy recited his own beautiful poems in the bedroom when he had nothing to do, with an expression that was so intoxicated that he couldn't help himself.

On his first night in the dormitory, Heine enthusiastically offered to write a poem to celebrate what he called a "great moment."

"This is a very memorable day for you, for you can proudly claim that on this day you met the great bard Heine. Heine said proudly.

Euler let out an "oh" and continued to read the book.

"What attitude? what do you think? Constantine. Heine was dissatisfied, and turned to ask another of his roommates.

"Maybe. Constantine was somewhat unimpressed by Heine's narcissism.

"Hmph, you arrogant magicians look down on the great profession of bard, and one day, my talent will be recognized by the world. Heine grumbled, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Wait, I heard that Her Royal Highness Diana, the Empress of the Holy Empire and the Radiant Divine Favorite, lives on the roof of our building, or I will write a few love poems to her every day, maybe I can impress her, and then those old bastards in my family will dare to say that I am a third-rate poet in a magic robe?"

"According to the rules of the academy, male students who enter the women's dormitory without permission will face confinement......" Constantine reminded as he flipped through the freshly handed admission brochure in his hand.

Heine waved his hand disapprovingly, and said, "How can a great bard be afraid of this risk, the famous great poet Schiller said......"

Constantine shook his head helplessly and ignored him.

After all, people's energy is limited, and after some high-minded talk, seeing that the two audience members refused to echo themselves, the "great bard" had no choice but to wipe the saliva from the corners of his mouth, and hid in the bed with a sad and angry face, and after a while, there was a snoring sound from the bed.

After a hard day's work, even Constantine felt a long-lost tiredness in his bones, and soon climbed into bed.

Ora still sat at her desk, reading by the light of the crystal lamp on the table, and occasionally writing strange magical symbols on the book with pen and paper.

The sound of snoring was overflowing, the sound of the pen rustling, and the quiet dormitory echoed with two different voices, which made people more and more tired.

Only the evening breeze outside the window still dances tirelessly.

It's late at night.

The first night seemed to be a long one, and many mages in the castle were sleepless with excitement about being admitted to the highest magic school in the empire, and the lights in many rooms in the castle were not dim until the middle of the night, and the freshmen from all over the world were exchanging all kinds of topics with each other.

Constantine slept soundly, and he didn't know how many ups and downs he had experienced in his life, and he looked at it very indifferently.

It's just that what he didn't know was that a few hours after he fell asleep....

The space in the dormitory fluctuated, and an old man in a white robe stepped out of it.

With a slight wave of his hand, Ora, who was reading diligently at his desk, felt dizzy and fell asleep on his desk.

The old man walked up to the sleeping Constantine, sat on the edge of the bed, carefully studied the young man's face, stretched out his palm and stroked the young man's forehead, slightly distracted.

I don't know how long it took, the old man sighed softly and said, "Poor child, you must have suffered a lot in the past ten years." ”

The old man stared at Constantine's eyebrows and said to himself: "Although he doesn't look much like you, the stubbornness in this kid's bones is really in the same vein as you." ”

"I'm old, and there are still a lot of things around me that haven't been resolved, and I can't take care of him for too long, what you left me back then, I'll give it back to him now, it's a little compensation. ”

The old man reached out his hand, took something out of his bosom, tucked it into the magic book at the boy's bedside, then got up and disappeared.

The room fell silent suddenly, as if nothing had happened just now, only the sound of the three teenagers' even breathing echoed in the room.