Standardization and proceduralization are a slogan of the college and a feature of the college's examinations, which are originally intended to ensure fairness. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info is presented to Arcanis as a standard, black cube. It sat quietly on the ground, looking like obsidian, metal, not a tofu block.

"The alchemy nuggets used in the examination in our country are almost one-eighth of a cubic meter of perfection, and the error in length, width and height is less than 0.01%, which is absolutely fair for every candidate. ”

A white-haired examiner on the side proudly introduced to the half-elf.

"Do I have to break it?"

"Of course. Another, younger examiner said, pointing to the long row of weapons racks behind him, "Forgive the old fellow for his ignorant pride. The rules are simple, choose a weapon to smash it, and it won't be too difficult for you. ”

Arcanis understood that their confidence in her came only from her elf-like appearance. "Every elf is proficient in the elements", this idea is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, who makes the elves born with a super high elemental affinity and a very perfect compulsory elemental education?

Compared with magical magic, the biggest feature of the elements is their super destructive power. There was no doubt that for an elf who was well-versed in the elements, it would be a simple matter to smash the damn standard alchemy nugget in front of them.

"That's fair. ”

Arcanis sighed.

Now she understood the meaning of the smile of the silver-haired interviewer. For her, who is only proficient in martial arts, knows nothing about the elements, and has no supernatural abilities, it is difficult for her to break an alchemy nugget to the sky. Like a traditional warrior, she is physically tough, adept at succumbing to explosions, can easily find and attack enemy weaknesses, and has an unusually strong defense against magic. However, the destructive power of traditional warriors is not high, and in terms of "coolness", compared to elemental warriors, they are like primitive people with wooden sticks.

But as long as she can kill people, it doesn't matter if she can make the blade shoot colorful fighting energy or something, in other words, "strong" is not exactly the same as "destructive" strong.

The academy not only simply linked "destructive power" to "strength", but also placed it in a very important position, although Arcanis passed a very difficult exam and became a member of the quasi-academy. But the amount of tuition and so on was tied to the amount of time she spent breaking that damn standard alchemy nugget.

Arcanis took a deep breath and, amid the bewildered gazes of the examiners, chose a sledgehammer, like the one used by the workers on the construction site.........

Twenty minutes later.

With a cloudy face, Arcanis gently placed his document in front of the Fa Fu interviewer, who helped his eyes, looked at the results on the document, and said slowly: "Your grades are really bad, the tuition fee must be at least 10,000 gold coins." ”

Although he was mentally prepared, the astronomical number made Arcanis feel hopeless.

"Is there any other way?"

"It's gone. The interviewer returned the fine paper to Arkanis, "The Academy's examination is fair and rigorous. ”

He leaned back in his chair, admiring Arcanis' failed gesture, her head down, fingers clutching the paper.

After a long time, the interviewer spoke, "But you can find a kind nobleman to be his vassal." However, this is a very slim chance, after all, not every nobleman is merciful enough to accept a commoner with no "virtue" as a vassal. ”

Arcanis looked up, his gloomy eyes regaining some light.

"Vassal?"

"Half of the tuition fee will be waived. He was very "kind" and smiled and said, "Your future master may also be able to fund your tuition." ”

"Where should I go to find a nobleman? Arcanis' turquoise eyes shone a little more excitedly, and he asked.

"There are very few merciful nobles, but I know a benevolent nobleman. But ......"

Arcanis unknowingly offered a bag of gold coins from another dimension, a naked, uncompelled act of "bribery" that displeased the elegant interviewer.

"Young man, remember. A gift that smells of copper is the greatest insult to a gentleman. ”

"Oh. ”

The young half-elf didn't know what embarrassment was, she thought about it, and pulled out a green leaf from the interdimensional space bag. It seemed to have some kind of magical power, and it immediately caught the interviewer's attention, and he forgot about his unpleasantness, and stared at the leaf pinched by his slender fingers.

"The leaves of the World Tree?"

"Hmm. ”

Arcanis nodded, she didn't really understand what the leaf meant. All she knew was that the people of the Ruofia Empire liked this leaf very much, and with this leaf, no one asked her to show her identification, and the doorman of the inspection building respectfully let her through.

Unbeknownst to the half-elves, the leaf actually declares her identity, telling the Jophia who worship the elven kingdom that she is from the elven realm and from the forests ruled by the elves. Because, for xenophobic elves, it is impossible for outsiders to obtain a leaf of the World Tree.

"It must have been somewhere she stole it. The interviewer told himself in his mind, "Maybe it was her lowly prostitute mother who stole it from a kind elf." ”

Because, every elf knows the elements.

His hand involuntarily reached out to the precious leaf. The World Tree is said to be the source of elves' longevity, and its leaves naturally have a rare effect on longevity.

"His name is Viscount Miller, and he happens to be here today to visit an old friend, in the reception room on the fourth floor. After carefully placing the leaves of the World Tree, the interviewer said, leaning forward as he leaned forward. The left hand on the table naturally reached in front of the bag of gold coins, "You have to hurry, the registration ends at six o'clock." ”

"Thank you very much. ”

Arcanis turned and walked out with a light step.

Looking at the slender back of the half-elf, the blessed interviewer had a meaningful smile on his face.

He told a lie, Viscount Miller was a man, but he was not here to see an old friend, and the reception room was not called a reception room, but a vassal introduction room. Obviously, those who hope to find a vassal in a room with such a straightforward name either have no way out, or for some reason they can't find a vassal.

Viscount Miller is a nobleman who can't find a vassal for "some reason", and he still came to the vassal introduction room on the last day of registration, and it is not the virtue of "love talent" that supports him. What sustains him is a man's most primitive desire, like a hungry wolf's desire for a snow-white fat sheep, a toad's coveting of white swan meat, and an orc's desire for an alien woman's body.

Miller is a hungry wolf, an aristocrat who uses his status to "hunt" female students who are eager to enter the academy, and in his best days, three young female vassals serve him in bed. And he didn't have to worry about them escaping, because the academy was his best chain.

Miller's bad reputation makes all would-be vassals shy away from her, but a hungry wolf who has tasted the sweetness is very patient.

"Mistress Miller, I hope your patience will be rewarded. The fat interviewer muttered to himself.