"Question 1: Magic is like a towering tree, and there are six branches on this tree, and the table represents the six realms of magic...... May I ask from which magician this maxim comes from?" Constantine silently read the first question on the paper, and the name of St. Ingres flashed through his mind.

Just as he was about to put pen to paper, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he remembered that in the library of the Augustinian seminary, the old man had said to him that the source of this sentence should be St. Faustus, the most powerful magician of all time, and St. Ingres quoted Faust's original words.

He was a little unsure of which name to write for a while, because according to his understanding, this phrase first appeared in St. Ingres's writings, and almost all the mages of the Holy Empire, without exception, placed the invention of this famous quote on St. Ingre's head.

This question, which was equivalent to giving points in the eyes of other mages, made him struggle for a while, and after thinking about it for a long time, he finally wrote the name of St. Faust on the scroll.

It's just one question, and it's okay to be wrong, right??, Constantine shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention to the rest of the topic, his quill dipped in ink, and began to ramble on the parchment.

The midsummer sun shone in the academy, the river of time flowed slowly, the cicadas on the trees became more and more noisy, and the candidates in the hall had dense beads of sweat oozing from their foreheads, I don't know if it was because of the scorching hot weather or because of the difficulty of the paper in front of them.

As Constantine guessed, the exam questions from the Royal Academy were really not ordinary perverts, and as time progressed, the difficulty of the questions on the parchment paper became more and more terrifying, and the faces of many candidates became as pale as the wild lilies outside the window at the moment they saw the questions, and the hand holding the pen even trembled uncontrollably.

Even some of the topics have gone beyond the realm of magic and have nothing to do with magic itself.

"Please design an experiment to measure the specific gravity of seeping silver in a fake crown of pure gold using the principle of buoyancy. Constantine stared at the finale speechlessly, feeling powerless to complain.

Fortunately, there is a relevant case recorded in the library of the seminary, about the Middle Ages, a certain king suspected that his goldsmith had created a silver-soaked crown and embezzled some of the gold, but he was suffering from no evidence, so he asked a famous sage in the country to help him solve this problem.

The Great Sage was also quite famous in the history of magic, and wrote a number of books, one of which mentions it, and it happened that this book was acquired by an old monk and included in the library of the seminary.

So Constantine answered this question with great ease, he put down his quill pen, carefully folded the parchment scroll, hung up the badge, glanced at the rest of the candidates in the hall who were still struggling to write, and held the papers in his hand and respectfully handed them to the mage who had been standing at the back of the hall and patrolling.

The mage looked up and looked at him with some surprise, it was probably rare to see a candidate who had turned in his papers so early.

The midday sun was a little dazzling, and Constantine's eyes involuntarily narrowed as he walked out of the main hall, intending to walk around and take a good look at the place where he was about to spend three years.

He looked up and caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a tall building on a hill far away from the Academy, and the exterior of that building was very grand, like a spire, dark blue throughout, reaching into the sky, and the whole outline was shrouded in a vast mist, and it was extremely unrealistic.

He couldn't help but be stunned, and suddenly remembered that when he first entered the gate of the academy, he didn't seem to observe such a magnificent tower near the academy.

.........

The mountain behind the Royal Academy of Magic.

On the top of the mountain stands a tower with a dark blue tone, the foundation of this tower is built on hard granite, and the body of the tower is made of dark blue steel, a precious magical material, which is extremely strong, even if it is a giant beast of Beamon, it will take hundreds of years to smash this giant tower with brute force.

The gates of the minaret are surrounded by a dozen tall dark gray stone statues, dull and silent, but this is only a façade, and if necessary, with a single spell, they can awaken from their dormant state and transform into the bravest of guards, ignoring any strong enemy and holding out all those who dare to attack.

And around the tower, I don't know how many powerful defensive magic are set up, those clouds that float in the sky all year round, condensed and undispersed, are a powerful magic barrier, can isolate all prying eyes from the outside world, and only a few hours a day will open.

The owner of this magic tower is Joey Cizeriel, the current dean of the Royal Academy of Spells and one of the ten great magisters of the continent of Icadia.

For the magicians of the Holy Empire, this is an almost legendary name.

In a room on the top floor of the Magic Tower, two old men were playing chess around a square wooden table.

One of the old men was dressed in a dark purple magic robe, playing chess in his right hand and holding a magic wand in his left hand, the top of which was a golden-red crystal that seemed to burn with an unquenchable flame, illuminating the room that was not well lit.

The other old man was dressed in a shabby white robe, his hair was also gray, and his eyebrows were full of vicissitudes, looking very ordinary.

However, the old man had a pair of blue eyes, as unfathomable as the sea of stars, as if he contained a thousand worlds. There is endless wisdom in the eyes, and anyone who looks directly into these eyes will fall into a moment of distraction, giving people the feeling that these eyes can penetrate the depths of the human soul.

If you look directly for a long time, you can see that in the sea of stars, there are two golden rays, and countless stars revolve around the two golden lights, like stars around the sun.

The old man in the mage's robe is naturally the Holy Empire Archmage Joey Cizeriel, it stands to reason that as a mage who is good at thinking, it seems that he should have the upper hand in a pure intellectual game like chess, let alone an extremely wise archmage.

But the reality is that the dignified Grand Magister is indeed tied on the chessboard at the moment, and he is firmly suppressed, only to see Joey's face solemn, and the chess pieces in his hand cannot fall for a long time, obviously the situation in front of him makes him extremely tricky.

On the contrary to Joey, who was undecided, the old man on the opposite side looked extraordinarily leisurely, playing against the world-famous Grand Magister, others might be nervous, but he was calm and composed, and he was not in a hurry, and every move seemed ordinary, but it was interlocking and natural, skillfully sealing all the opponent's ways of life, and suppressing Joey breathlessly.

"I'm not playing with you anymore. Joey sighed in frustration, and after some hard thinking, he finally chose to abandon his son and admit defeat, this famous magician on the mainland, but at the moment he was beaten to the point of losing his temper on the chessboard at home.

"It's really boring to play chess with an old monster like you, hey, then again, why don't you old god stick stay in the Temple of Radiance honestly, why do you always run to my magic tower to play chess. Joey exclaimed.

"In the past, there was a little Diana in the temple to accompany my old bones to play chess to relieve boredom, since she left, there is no one in the entire temple who can play chess with me, and years of chess skills can't be wasted like this, right?" the old man said slowly, gently raising his fingers, and putting the messy chess pieces on the table back to place one by one.

Joey snorted and said, "Since you mentioned her, I have to ask more, now the whole empire is staring at your female disciple, and they all want to know what this future saint of your church wants to do?"

"Sometimes, even I don't know what she's about?" the old man tilted his head, his gaze as if through the wall, and looked at the academy down the hill.

"I heard that those old diehards in the temple always make a fuss about her lack of qualifications and abilities, but now it's good, this Highness Diana wiped out an entire demon army in that town, and now the whole empire is crazy about her heroic deeds of repelling the demon king by herself, which is higher than the group of bullshit priests in your church, and the voices against her becoming a saint are suddenly a lot less, I really want to see what the expression of this fool Meron is now. ”

The old mage snorted twice. "The thought of such a remarkable figure coming to our academy makes me feel honored as an old man, and of course, you have your credit for this. ”

The old man's face remained unchanged, he still picked up the chess pieces unhurriedly, and his tone was very indifferent: "I let her enter your academy because I wanted her to temporarily avoid the limelight and use the past few years to grow up as soon as possible, and she also knew in her heart that this was just an expedient measure, and she couldn't hide in the academy forever." The eagle does not leave the nest, cannot face the storm, and can never soar into the sky. ”

Joey raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Don't worry, as long as I am here, this chick will be safe in the academy, no one can hurt her, no one." With that, the old man glanced in the direction of the palace outside the magic tower.