The tall and heavy doors of the academy were closed, and the Mithril coating on its surface made the famous relief of "Study" (1) on the gate glow coldly in the midday sun. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It's not easy to keep the door open for you. Five hundred years ago, the Chenyue family, representing the interests of the elite class of the minor aristocracy, took the fairness and justice of the academy as the slogan, and confronted the other three eternal families in parliaments and banquets, intending to promote the fairness and justice of the academy's admissions.

It was a hundred years after the fierce battle had been fought under the table, in the shadows, at the council round table, that the academy relaxed its pedigree requirements and focused more on aptitude tests.

One of the results of this battle was the construction of a new inspection building with thirty-three steps in front of the entrance of the academy, which was tall and imposing, large enough to accommodate a hundred people to conduct fair, impartial, and rigorous tests.

Of course, the results obtained by students in the inspection building are not the only reference, and the college claims not to accept students who can only fight. Therefore, the academy also requires that the "scholars" themselves have noble "virtues", and the so-called noble virtues are something that cannot be seen or seen, and naturally needs some proof.

Such as leadership, insight, management skills, kindness, and so on.

The Academy will ask you to show proof that you have ever led a small group of armed forces.

The college will ask you to show a certificate that you have visited many famous sites and seen many cultural customs. If you've been to the realm of elves and looked up at the World Tree, the interviewer will love you to death.

The Academy will ask you to show a certificate, preferably that you have organized a charity event. Giving money directly proves that it is despised by the interviewer because it smells of copper.

The academy will also ask you to show a certificate, preferably that you have managed a small union or an element factory.

If you are unfortunate enough not to have these proofs, it is simply too bad and the interviewer will definitely think that you are a whimsical person. Like a toad holding a grass stalk, trying to catch a swan and eat swan meat.

Arcarnes was now faced with a predicament of no proof, her modest dress and the very ordinary bracelet on her wrist (her only dazzling jewelry was smashed by a black panther), which was out of place in the atmosphere and opulence of her surroundings.

In fact, if she hadn't been half-elven, she wouldn't have been allowed to sit in this spacious interview room, uneasittingly facing the interviewer behind the sleek black table.

The bleak, silver-haired interviewer lifted his round silver-rimmed glasses, and a sharp scrutinizing gaze shot out from behind the lenses. He snapped and asked, "You mean you don't have any proof and no letters of recommendation?"

"Nope. ”

"Do you have a family certificate?"

"Nope. ”

"It's proof of your elven family's surname. ”

"No... No. ”

The first smile was completely gone, and his somewhat chubby face was shining under the magic lamp.

The interviewer stared straight at the half-elf with an embarrassed smile, his face gloomy and unhappy.

Arcanese came at an ill-timed time, and as a rule, no one would come to the interview on the last day of registration. Therefore, the people who work today are generally those "workers" who must take responsibility for their own work to prevent being caught.

This is the kind of person who was born into a small businessman family, has no background, and has no outstanding talent. It was only by his own hard work and network management that he got the opportunity to study at one of the more famous schools in the empire. He worked hard for decades to get the job and get his family eligible to live in Kazakhstan.

Now this ignorant half-elf actually wants to enter the Imperial Academy like this? enter the academy where he has struggled for half his life to be a janitor?

The interviewer snorted coldly.

He had seen many impoverished scholars who had never seen the world in their lives, some wearing obviously newly bought clothes, some desperately emphasizing their ridiculous dignity, and many more of them were low-voiced and nervous. For them, walking into this lavishly decorated building is tantamount to being thrown into mercury.

On the first time he saw the half-elf, he saw no nervousness or panic, only pure curiosity, despite her ordinary clothes. So he thought that Arkanis must have grown up in the country of elves, and according to the laws of the Ruofia Empire, the elves could get preferential treatment in the empire to repay the elves for their help to the Ruofia Empire.

Now it seems that she is just a rare ignorant hillbilly, and maybe her human mother is a prostitute. Stalker climbed into the bed of a noble elf and happened to give birth to a lowly product.

Thinking like this, the interviewer's eyes were a little more disgusted, as if Arcarnes' human mother was really a **** lowly prostitute.

"You can go. His high voice was commanding, and in Jofia, "you" had no honorific meaning, and like the elves, your title meant alienation and defensiveness.

"Why?"

"Because obviously, you're not qualified to be admitted at all, not at all. ”

"Huh?" Arcanis' emerald eyes widened slightly in surprise.

The interviewer was even more disgusted, and he moved his fat ass to get a cup of iced tea to quench the dryness of his throat.

But the whimsical, ignorant and greedy half-elf in front of him who wanted to burrow into the academy obviously had no intention of standing up.

"If you don't leave, you're breaking the law, and I'll ask the guards to drag you to jail. The interviewer threatened that this trick usually works well for those ant people.

Arcanis didn't mean to be scared at all, of course, it was actually because she was only five days old, although the limited memory of her previous life told her all kinds of common sense, but it didn't make her understand what law is, what a dungeon is, and what rank is.

When she heard the word law, she only understood it as some kind of mandatory rule.

So she stood up, swept away her previous anxiety, and said with a full breath, "But the flow chart outside says that there is also the real sword exam." If your grades are good enough, you can pay the tuition fee. ”

The interviewer squinted his eyes, looked at the half-elf who was not afraid of the earth, and asked, "Do you know the elemental combat technique?"

"Of course not. ”

"You don't even know elemental combat skills, and you still want to take the real sword test!" The interviewer stood up, his face full of disgust, raised his hand, and pointed at her face, "I'll give you one last chance, go quickly! Don't force your false appearance to be exposed! In the Empire, impersonating an elf is a felony!"

The interviewer stared at Arcanis's pointed ears, and he was convinced that the so-called half-elf in front of him must be a fake!

Everyone knows that elves and humans rarely become husband and wife, and even if they do, it is extremely difficult to have children because of different races. And the half-elf, usually has a higher elemental affinity than ordinary humans, plus the elf is the inventor of elemental magic, a half-elf who doesn't know elemental magic? It's as ridiculous as a giant panda won't know about bamboo!

Arcanis hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "I asked to take the True Sword Exam, it's a rule!"

She was-for-tat, which made the interviewer's face redder even more.

(1) Scholarly relief: The content is a Ruophia with a face full of gratitude and curiosity, half-kneeling in front of an elf dressed as a scholar.