Chapter 357 Zero points? !
Three days and three nights have passed since that snowy night, and Sir Kyle Richter, the owner of Eagle Rock Territory, also spent three full nights in suffering.
His Royal Highness Colin still has not come to his castle.
He was like a caged beast, pacing back and forth in his study, which was piled high with expensive taxes.
He stopped by the window for a while, cursing irritably at the endless snow outside the window, and ran to the wall for a while, making the famous cross devoutly in front of the holy portrait of Saint Sith, praying to God to bless the carriage of "His Royal Highness Colin" who was just trapped in the deserted wind and snow, so that nothing would happen.
Of course he was not really worried about Prince Colin, but worried that he had missed this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to establish a relationship with a big shot in the Holy City.
"Perhaps His Highness just changed his mind and took a detour elsewhere," a sarcastic voice came from the fireplace. His wife was sitting on the sofa leisurely drinking hot tea, "Kyle, those good wines of yours are so good. I'll keep it until next winter."
These words added fuel to the fire, making Sir Richter even more angry, but before he could scold him, a servant ran in from the door on his feet, looking panicked.
"My lord! Your Excellency!"
Sir Richter felt anxious and asked hurriedly: "Is there any news about His Royal Highness?!"
"No...no," the servant gasped and said hesitantly, "it...is about the aftermath of the undead attack in Pompeii Village a few days ago. People in the village are saying that among the group of adventurers that went to deal with the undead trouble a few days ago, there was a leader named "Colin"! A sentry who was out on patrol heard about this and came back immediately——"
"Colin?! Are you sure?!"
Sir Richter was stunned as if he had been struck by lightning.
His Majesty, I don’t know what kind of nerves he had, but he actually disguised himself as an adventurer during the journey.
But not only did I fail to fulfill my duty as a landlord, I also asked this noble highness to deal with the undead in my territory!
"Your Majesty, Saint Sith... please forgive me, I... I really didn't expect things to turn out like this!"
For a moment, Sir Richter was overwhelmed with regret. He wanted to kneel in front of the statue and repent for his neglect.
But——
It’s not too late!
Sir Richter suddenly thought that His Highness should still be in his own territory at this moment. In other words, he still has a chance to fulfill his duties as a landlord!
Can't wait any longer!
He must make up for his huge mistake immediately, right away!
"Prepare your horses!" Sir Richter yelled wildly, his voice changed with excitement, "Quick! Bring out my best horse! Call all the guards! Quick!!"
Like a rabid bull, he rushed out of the study under the lady's harsh white eyes. The entire Eagle Rock Castle was thrown into a frantic commotion at his order, so much so that some recruits who didn't hear the order clearly thought they were undead.
On the other side, the dim light of morning light has just passed over the plows of Pompeii Village. This poor village has just regained some peace from the fear of the undead.
The morning sun melted the snow, and the villagers carried tools and were busy repairing the fences that had been damaged by the undead.
The air is filled with the joy of surviving the disaster and a touch of peace.
However, this hard-won tranquility was soon broken by the sound of horse hooves and the collision of armor coming from far and near.
Sir Richter led his men and drove into the village with murderous intent. There were about two hundred people under the banners.
The smiles on the villagers' faces instantly froze, replaced by deep fear.
They all stopped what they were doing and stood beside the road at a loss, fearing that the master would do something else.
This battle obviously does not seem to be to protect them.
Sir Richter ignored the timid villagers. He rode a tall war horse and went straight to the village's mill. He condescendingly found the miller who was directing everyone to repair the waterwheel.
"You!" He pointed the whip at the miller and asked angrily, "I ask you! Did a gentleman named "Colin" come here a few days ago?!"
The miller was so frightened by his fight that his legs became weak. He nodded quickly and poured out what he knew.
"Yes...yes, sir! I, I saw Mr. Colin and his companions, it was they who killed the witch and saved my son..."
"I don't care who he killed!" Richter interrupted him rudely and asked eagerly, "Where is that person from His Highness? Where is he now?!"
His Highness? !
It was not until this moment that the miller reacted belatedly, and then his face turned slightly pale.
Could it be——
That Mr. Colin is the rumored prince? !
That His Highness's name is not Krankel, but Colin!
Thinking of what he had said in front of His Highness the Prince, the middle-aged man was suddenly frightened out of his wits, and stammered and pointed in the direction: "He... they seemed to be heading towards the traveler camp early a few days ago..."
"A few days ago?! Traveler camp?!"
A feeling of dizziness swept over him, and then what came to his mind was great shame!
"Holy Saint Sis!" He let out a mournful wail, "I... I actually let your noble Highness condescend to live in such a despicable place!"
He felt that his face and even the honor of his family had been severely trampled into the mud.
He no longer paid attention to the frightened villagers, jerked the reins, turned the horse's head, and roared orders at his bewildered guards.
"Go at full speed!"
"Go to the traveler's camp!"
The mighty team continued on the road, this time the target was the traveler's camp more than ten kilometers away.
However, the distinguished Sir Richter seems to be always slow no matter what he does.
The undead that caused trouble died, and his army finally reached the village of Pompeii where the undead were infested. But now, His Highness Colin has gone far, and his flag has been pushed outside the gate of the traveler camp.
Leading his men, the respected knight rushed into the traveler camp like a whirlwind, but plunged headlong into the deathly silence.
This place has almost become a "ghost city".
Since the exams in the school have begun, most of the students in the camp have gone to the snowfields outside the border.
There are only a few tattered tents abandoned by their owners in this camp, floating helplessly in the cold wind, kicking up snow and dust on the ground.
His Royal Highness Colin's gorgeous carriage could not be found. Sir Richter's anger, which had nowhere to vent, was getting stronger and stronger. His whole body was like a volcano about to erupt, and his eyes were as bulging as a frog's.
At this moment, he suddenly saw a group of idle people crowded in the corner of the camp.
To be precise, it is a group of women.
They were covered with large sheepskin coats that could be easily untied, and their faces were covered with thick, low-quality makeup. They looked particularly dazzling on the pure snow, just like the dust falling on the statue of Saint Sith.
Sir Richter frowned, pointed the whip at the sneaking women, and asked his men in a tone of extreme disgust.
"What do those guys who are painted like ghosts do?"
Several servants looked at each other. Of course they knew what those women did, but on the edge of the lord's rage, no one dared to speak easily.
It wasn't until a young servant couldn't resist the murderous gaze of Sir, that he whispered in an uncertain tone: "My lord...may...may be a prostitute..."
"Prostitute?!"
The word is like a spark igniting a barrel of dynamite.
Richter was furious: "Holy Saint Sith! How dare these guys, who are morally corrupt and deserve to go to hell, appear in my territory!"
Thinking that these filthy things had polluted the noble eyes of His Highness Colin and disgraced the Richter family and even Lord Blackwood, the Duke of the North, he wanted to hang these guys who sold their souls to the devil on the gallows.
He suddenly waved the whip in his hand, drew a loud whip in the air, and roared with sacred and unquestionable majesty.
logeman in them all in the dungeons | Throw them all into the dungeons!
This knight who remained silent in the face of the real undead suddenly regained his knightly glory and remembered that Saint Sith was watching from the sky.
His guards pounced on the screaming and panic-stricken women like wolves and tigers, tied them up and threw them on their horses.
After a while, the victorious team returned to the castle with their trophies and singing songs of victory.
The servants standing in the castle breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the proud Master Richter.
Many people did not know what the knight who left in a hurry went to do. They thought that he set off with his army to punish the undead that harassed the village of Pompeii.
It's just...
Who is "Green Teeth" Hekagerin?
Looking at the monsters on horseback, they were dumbfounded and couldn't tell them apart for a moment.
Sir Richter, who is always slow, is always so resolute.
He threw the reins into the butler's hands, and before he had a chance to say anything, he rushed to the next battlefield without a moment's delay - facing the screams and roars of his wife.
"That's enough! Kyle! I've tolerated you for a long time! You and Colin go over there, I'm going back to my father's house for a few days. Remember to write me a letter when you've had enough trouble!"
"No! Madam! You, listen to me!" Richter, who had straightened his back before going out, saw that his wife was really angry, and suddenly panicked, and his knees weakened, as if he had been hit by an arrow.
He does not dare to let his wife go back to her parents' home!
It’s not that he’s afraid of his father-in-law, but if word of this spreads, how will he see anyone at the lord’s banquet in the future? !
Just like that, Sir Richter, who was busy putting out the fire in the backyard, turned around and completely forgot about the devils in sheep's clothing.
Saint Sis is here, thanks to the busy Sir Richter.
Today's Eagle Rock Territory is as peaceful as ever, and the Holy Light shines on every inch of the empire as always.
Happy and congratulatory.
…
H It is gratifying that Xuebang’s efficiency is astonishingly high.
In just one day, tens of thousands of written examination answer sheets have been marked, and the students of the empire no longer have to endure the obedience test of the masters in the wind and snow.
In the afternoon of the next day, the black stone tablet, which represented absolute authority, once again glowed like a firefly under the spotlight.
But this time, what appeared on the surface of the stone tablet was no longer examination questions, but a long and dense series of candidate numbers that represented "passed".
The list of those who passed the written examination is out!
The entire snowfield was instantly detonated!
Tens of thousands of candidates looked at the stone tablet, holding their breath and searching frantically for their own destiny among the dense numbers.
· Whenever someone finds their number on it, the crowd will burst into ecstatic cheers and even cry with joy.
And more people, after repeatedly confirming to no avail, let out a frustrated sigh, and the light in their eyes quickly dimmed.
Thousands of families are happy, and thousands of families are sad.
Although passing the written examination does not mean that you have entered the school, at least you have got a ticket to the broad road!
"I...I passed!" Ilara pointed to a line of small words on the stone tablet, her voice trembling with excitement, "Seventy points! I passed!"
"I'm on it too! Sixty-five!" Fenik high-fived her excitedly, and then turned his attention to Barrett.
"Hey, I'm also...sixty!" Barrett smiled innocently, and the two of them were sincerely happy for the blacksmith's child.
After being overjoyed, they immediately began to look for the number of "Mr. Colin" on the list. However, they looked through it several times from beginning to end, but to no avail.
“Is it possible that Mr. Colin’s name was missed?” Ilara asked in a low voice, with confusion written all over her face.
Finick and Barrett looked at each other, and the joy on their faces was replaced by thick worry.
Mr. Colin actually failed the exam?
How is this possible!
They could accept that they were weak and failed in the written examination, but they could not accept that the respected Mr. Colin did not pass the exam.
Soon, they found Luo Yan who was sitting in the carriage and reading a book leisurely, and informed him of the situation worriedly.
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"Oh? Then I'm a little curious."
After that, he got out of the carriage and told Sarah that he would eat noodles later and add three eggs, and then left Tuff, whose face changed wildly, and went to a nearby camp.
out of worry, Fenick and others hurriedly followed.
The camp was crowded with people, and more than half of them came to ask about the scores.
There were some people who couldn't accept the fact that they had their own food and clamored to see the test papers, but without exception they were all kicked away.
This is not a troublesome matter, but it does not mean that these apprentices who are established have the obligation to help them.
When Luo Yan found the magic apprentice responsible for handling the invalid test papers, the young man with freckles on his face was impatiently throwing the invalid scrolls into a huge recycling bin.
He took the wooden sign from Luo Yan, glanced at him with an almost contemptuous look, found the corresponding name on the roster, and announced coldly.
"Colin, zero points."
As if he didn't think it was ironic enough, he added another cold tease.
"You can't get any of the simple questions right. It's really hard for you. I suggest you go home and plant pumpkins."
This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, shocking the three of Fenick so much that the apprentice couldn't recover even after walking far away.
Zero points?
How is that possible! ?
Ilara was the first to react. She looked at Mr. Colin's still calm profile and tried to comfort him with the most reasonable explanation.
"Mr. Colin, don't be discouraged! Could it be that... your answer happens to coincide with others? According to the rules, this situation will be invalid. With your talent and knowledge, this... this is completely possible!"
Faced with Ilara's kind comfort, Luo Yan just smiled noncommittally.
"Perhaps."
His calm reaction surprised the three of Fenick.
They expected Mr. Colin to be angry, frustrated, or argumentative, but they did not expect that he would be so indifferent, as if the result was just an insignificant thing to him, like the occasional snow falling on the pine trees.
Luo Yan really doesn't care much about other people's evaluations, but he is still a little curious about the result of "zero points".
Leaving Fenike and his party, he walked alone on the edge of the noisy camp while analyzing quickly in his mind.
Theoretical differences?
Unlikely.
Even if there are differences in details between the magic theories of Hell and Empire, the underlying logic is the same.
Based on his understanding of magic, even if the answers to the subjective questions are different from the standard answers of the school, it will not be a loss.
The answers are the same?
That is even more impossible.
If there is really another person in this small snowfield who writes exactly the same answer as him, then this guy is definitely a genius.
Honourable Councilor Luo Yan would even write a letter for him personally, recommending this talent to the famous Professor Lilith, and sending him directly to his alma mater, Demon King Academy, for further study.
While he was meditating, he suddenly heard two candidates who had also failed the exam, walking past him dejectedly.
One of them complained angrily.
"It's unreasonable! After all, it was something I wrote with my heart, why did they destroy it like this!"
"That's right! These apprentices are too bullying!"
"I don't know what they have to be proud of! I thought they were all such amazing magicians!"
The complaining voice walked away from the snow, but Luo Yan, who happened to hear it, stopped, with a trace of amusement in his eyes.
Destroy?
In his opinion, this is actually an opportunity.
…
In the afternoon, Luo Yan returned to his carriage.
The noisy snowy field already seemed a little desolate at this moment, and most of the failed candidates had already packed their bags and set off on their way home.
The air is filled with the silence after broken dreams.
And those candidates who passed the written examination, after passing the initial excitement period, also began to feel uneasy about the subsequent interview.
Sarah was holding Taff in her arms and focusing on "stimulating eggs," while the latter's face turned red and her mouth trembled slightly. She didn't know whether she was angry or exerting force.
Seeing Luo Yan come back, Sarah said with shame.
"Your Highness...Tuff has tried hard, but only one came out. Please wait patiently for a while..."
Tuff: "%@￥%!!"
"Okay, Sarah, let's not worry about the egg for now, I have a task for you." Ignoring a certain brat who was cursing and speaking in alien language, Luo Yan turned his gaze to Sarah and continued concisely.
"Xuebang plans to destroy the test papers. You go to the "burning site" to find my paper and bring it back to me. Remember to do it cleanly, don't leave any traces, and don't let anyone find it."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Sarah's eyes flickered, her figure swayed, and she melted into the shadow of the carriage, disappearing from the snowy field.
Sitting on the ground, Tuff rubbed her red tail and glared at her master with bared teeth.
"I, didn't I just laugh? As for being so vindictive?"
This shady guy!
Luo Yan looked at her strangely.
In a corner of Xuebang's temporary administrative camp, in a huge tent that was closely guarded, several apprentices were expressionlessly stacking boxes of invalid examination papers next to the furnace, waiting for the final destruction order.
"Seriously, they are all garbage anyway. Is it necessary to sort them and burn them?" An apprentice couldn't help complaining. He felt that he was wasting precious meditation time, and it was for a group of novices who were not worthy at all.
Although the apprentice next to him also thought this was unnecessary, he still pretended to be profound and criticized the ignorant junior.
"What do you know, this is called a sense of ritual!"
"Okay, this damn sense of ritual..."
What's the point of showing off?
The young apprentice muttered something and turned around to carry another box of files.
At this moment, an almost imperceptible black shadow, like twilight itself, quietly slipped into the tent's blind spot.
The shadow as light as a cat paused briefly in front of a wooden box with "Number 1000~1050" written on it, and then the top scroll in the box disappeared.
The whole process happened in the blink of an eye, without disturbing anyone, or even causing a ray of breeze.
About a quarter of an hour later, Sarah had returned to the carriage, knelt down on one knee, and respectfully presented the scroll that related to the owner's "face".
"Your Highness, according to your instructions, I brought the scroll back before they destroyed it... without disturbing anyone."
As she left, she saw two apprentices carrying the box and dumping the scrolls into a burning pit.
Luo Yan took the scroll and slowly unfolded it.
And when he saw the first line of words written on the scroll, his ordinary expression suddenly became subtle.
That is indeed his "number", there is no doubt that it is exactly the same as the number on the wooden sign in his storage ring.
However, the content in the scroll was not written by him, and it did not even answer the question at all - it was just a limerick without rhyme.
「啊，知识的囚笼，锁不住我向往自由的灵魂——
我的心是荒野的饿狼，在星空下嚎叫，愚蠢的凡人，你们怎知艺术的血泪与崇高？」
The teaching assistant or apprentice who was responsible for correcting the paper did not tear up the troublesome test paper on the spot, which can be regarded as a good temper.
What is this written about?
"This, is this a package swap?!" Yuyou appeared in shock, staring at the unfamiliar scroll in disbelief.
It watched Luo Yan answer the questions with his own eyes!
His scroll says nothing of these things!
"Obviously, this is not my paper." Looking at Sarah with a surprised expression on her face, Luo Yan raised the corner of his mouth into a playful smile.
Interesting.
I don’t know which dear friend it was, but this time he lost his mind and made a mistake on "His Royal Highness Roxey Colin".
(End of this chapter)