Idrul's words made the people at the scene temporarily put aside their attention to Rogers and his party, and changed their nervousness and anticipation to prepare for the upcoming exam.

Following in Idrul's footsteps, they gradually left the St. Herte Gate and walked among towers, intricately carved columns, and magnificent palaces of varying styles.

Occasionally, seniors in various magical robes hurriedly passed by them, and some seniors would stop to say hello to them or make a few cheering movements.

Rogers silently glanced at the emblem and appearance on the visitor's chest, looking for any characters who had appeared in the game.

Shortly after, the new students were led by Idrul into a spiral tower, the walls of which were decorated with lifelike drawings and murals.

Among them are exquisite portraits, but also magnificent wonders.

Many of the freshmen were attracted by the ancient and solemn atmosphere of the painting, and only slowly recovered after Idrull's light cough, and then followed the professor's footsteps with an embarrassed look, not daring to look at the sides at random.

Finally, they entered a spacious and bright lecture hall, which was like a staircase stage, with seats of different heights distributed upwards, each with comfortable curves and soft fur cushions.

Sunlight shines through the high, narrow window lattices, creating a golden glow.

Rogers consciously sat down in the penultimate row of the classroom, next to the window.

He squinted and leaned back in his chair, and a familiar feeling quickly came over him, as if he could fall into a baby's sleep at any moment as long as he lay on the long wooden table in front of him.

The memories of going to school in his previous life kept flashing, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

I didn't expect that this was all over, and he still had to enjoy the torment of learning, but he didn't hate this feeling, but was a little excited to be able to re-experience his youth.

However, the gaze that followed him made Rogers's mood a little complicated, and he stared warily at Alina, who was sitting next to him, and wanted to immediately wrap a strip of cloth around the girl's eyes.

"As soon as you enter the classroom, you go straight to this seat." Aliana's snow-white eyelashes cast a shadow over her amber eyes, which were full of scrutiny.

"Shall we make a bet? As long as you win, I will answer your three questions seriously, and if I win, you will have to correct your bad habits by following the advice I said. Rogers was a little hairy and proposed.

"Don't bet." Alina scoffed, "Anyway, you're either going to play tricks on me and spend my questions on meaningless things, or you're only going to tell a part of the truth, and that part of the truth will definitely lead me to the wrong idea." ”

Rogers opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Seeing that Rogus looked speechless, Elina didn't say more, chuckled disdainfully, took out a headband, tied up the strands of hair that were scattered over her shoulders, and turned her head to communicate with Rufia beside her about the next exam.

"What about trust between people?"

Rogers sighed imperceptibly, wondering when the trust between them had begun to crumble.

Knock –

The sound of Idrul's oak staff was heard clearly throughout the classroom, and he cleared his throat as he began by telling the story of St. Herte's educational philosophy and the deeds of the sages who had come out of St. Herte.

After a long while, the rules and content of the exam were finally mentioned.

He will use magic to limit the sight and hearing of the candidates, so that the candidates will not be able to talk to each other and peek at other people's test papers.

The second is that there is no specific regulation on the length of the exam, as long as the test paper issued by him is delivered before sunset, even if it cannot be completed, it does not matter.

Or according to what he said, it's normal to not be able to finish it.

Finally, Idrul carefully recounted every detail to the candidates, and as he tapped the ground with his oak staff again, dozens of test papers, pure white quills and vials of ink magically appeared in front of each candidate's desk, accompanied by emerald fluorescence.

However, not everyone received their own papers, and Rogers had only pen and ink in front of him, and he did not encounter the so-called limited closure of sight and sound.

Just as he wondered if the professor's magic was wrong, a figure suddenly appeared beside him, blocking out the sunlight from the window.

Rogus looked up and saw that Idrul was standing beside him, his vicissitudes of life and his old face full of love, as if Idrul was not supervising the candidates at this moment, but looking after his own grandson.

"Kid, you're different from them, this is the exam paper I specially prepared for you." Idrul took out a wad of papers from his wide sleeved robe and graciously handed it to Rogers:

"I am the dean of Hilmy Academy, and I have a quota for the academy recommendation, as long as you do a good job of these papers, then you can directly enter the academy I manage without going through a cumbersome assessment."

As if fearing that Rutgers would not know the status of Hilmy's House in St. Herthe, Idrul specifically and babbled about Hilmy's long history and glorious past, as well as the many benefits of joining the academy.

"Can I be chief if I do well?" Rogers took the paper and glanced at it, asking in a respectful tone.

He understood why he had been given special care by the old professor, after all, the Book of Ecclesiastes and the Book of Jade that he recited during the trial at the door were the writings of King Solomon and the Proverbs of Hermes, the threefold great.

These two are not only sages, but even the founders and pioneers of their respective occult fields.

"You answer the question first, and I promise to give you a chance to compete for the top." Idrul stroked his beard and smiled.

Rogers nodded obediently, in fact, it was more than expected to be able to enter the Sylmi Academy, but he always hoped to get more.

There are 24 papers in total, and the first 10 cover metaphysics, logic, and mathematics...... and other topics that are more of a science nature.

The last fourteen are all subjective questions about ethics and morality.

As a small-town problemalist who has endured more than ten years of hard work and finally squeezed into a prestigious university, these "backward" science topics are not taken into account at all, and even many of them can be written with different solutions in different modes of thinking.

Metaphysics he can talk about the various isms of many philosophical schools, logic he can pull from syllogism formal logic to classical symbolic logic, and as for mathematics, it is needless to say.

However, Rogers still planned to hide it a little bit, and if he was too ahead of his time, he might not be able to predict something.

As for the later topics of ethics and morality, he thought about it and decided to use the thoughts of those great men during the Enlightenment, after all, this was the most familiar and tested thing he had learned in his previous life.

Rogers pinched the quill pen, soaked up enough ink, and began to answer without stopping.

Idrul stood silently beside him, watching his writing, his old eyes widening as time passed......