Silent Crown Chapter 27: Everyone is a good person

　　 Slowly, an hour passed.

　　The examiners individually inspected the areas and students they are responsible for, and are very satisfied with the current progress.

　　 "That kid from the Adrian family did well this year."

　　 Someone murmured in admiration.

　　In the silent examination room, Banner answered the examination papers blankly, moving his pen like flying, without any blockage along the way, and did not worry about the difficult questions prepared by the examiners at all.

　　 "It's a profound family study in the end."

　　 Bain nodded: "It's worthy of being a master handed down in the Dark Ages. It is natural to have a deep study of theology."

　　 "That's not right." Someone whispered.

　　 Someone also noticed something wrong: "The speed is too fast, that person..."

　　 "Huh?"

　　 "That white-haired guy, look, what's the matter with him?"

　　 Bain was taken aback and looked down at the white-haired boy not far from Banner.

　　In the gloomy examination room, only this white-haired guy was elated and almost danced.

　　 is like knocking on the medicine, the eyes are about to emit light, holding the pen in his hand, writing on the paper quickly, the speed is almost unclear. Except for the first two pages that require thinking, in other places, it is incredibly fast.

　　The reform system of the sect was swept away, the rise of the chant sect, and the feats of Saint Gregory, almost filled half of the page without moving his mind, only the'Luen script and the common language The difference in grammar' he took a long time...because the **** wrote a full page and a half and couldn't stop!

　　 Where is the problem?

　　 is it clear that the chief who was fired a few days ago ran wildly after the **, right? ! Whenever the mountains open, and when encountering water and water, the kind of crazy and refreshing energy almost runs from morning to afternoon. Look at his joyous energy, it is not like doing exam questions at all, but as happy as a fox getting into a chicken coop...

　　 "Hey, what's the matter?"

　　 Bain's face turned gloomy and looked to his side.

　　 "I don't know." The teacher in charge of the question swallowed and spit: "He won't be frightened, he is answering indiscriminately, right?"

　　"This is not a political analysis. As long as you fill it up, you can get basic points." The female examiner glanced at the teenagers in the field contemptuously, and snorted: "If it's scribbling, he will also get a point. Nothing."

　　 "But what if he answers all the right?" someone asked softly.

　　 Everyone's expressions became gloomy. The white-haired kid was the key ‘care’ object. If he were let go so easily, he would not be able to explain to the vice principal.

　　In the silence, a man laughed in a low voice: "Don't scare yourself, a **** kid... knows what theology is."

　　 "That's right, I asked the questions according to the difficulty of the faculty's advancement." The middle-aged examiner shook his head: "Is there such an easy answer? Not many people can easily take the test even if it is opened."

　　 "I'm afraid it's just filling in randomly, right?"

　　 "I think it is."

　　 Hearing other people say this, Bain looked a little better, just nodded: "If you don't answer the paper in a random way, just get rid of your qualifications. If you want to come to the principal, there is nothing to say."

　　 "What he answered is correct."

　　 In the corner, someone whispered softly.

　　 The old man with white hair mottled raised his head, his eyes were muddy, his face was still so dull, he couldn't see that it was a mockery of these nobles, but he seemed to be stating some facts.

　　He said: "All the questions are correct."

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　　 In the examination room, Ye Qingxuan's pen was flying, scanning the questions on the paper quickly, and there was wind in the pen.

　　 Now he has reached the last essay question, the seven principles of chanters... This is common sense that only chanters can keep in mind. For others, they don't know what it is.

　　 But these seven principles are regarded as projects of ‘reform’. They are recorded in the chronicle of the sixth book of ‘History of the Order’ and are one of the achievements made by the sixth Pope Louis.

The rise and representative of 　　 chant sect?

　　This kind of problem is completely fine as long as some chapters in the two books "A Brief History of the Order of Music" and "The Biographies of the Saints" are pieced together! And in order to check the deficiencies, Ye Qingxuan even added the prologue from the "Thirteen Hymns"!

　　 Seven questions raised by Hermes?

　　 The era of Hermes a hundred years ago is called the development period of the art of the Order! Almost all the artists of that era were devout believers, and they made great contributions to the development of religious art.

　　 The Seven Questions changed their names, and they were formally recorded in "Lun Si Lu", you only need to open them to see!

　　 As for the grammatical difference between the Luen script and the lingua franca... Thank you Father Bann for his cultivation! Thank the cult for training me for three years and let me be a scribe!

　　 Ye Qingxuan can't help but want to laugh and dance the more he writes.

　　A good man!

　　Everyone is a good person!

　　 It’s great to have a recommendation letter! Even the back door is open so generously...I'm totally trying to help myself pass the exam on purpose!

　　 Ye Qingxuan wrote, and thanked Mr. Wolfflute from afar in his heart: You are afraid that I will not be able to pass the test. Thank you so much for looking for someone to help me change the test questions!

　　 The comfort of holding this privilege is incredible, and...

　　——You guys are really good at opening the back door!

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　　 "...he answered all of them?"

　　 Someone in the examiner whispered.

　　 "Yes, all the questions are done..."

　　 "Fart!"

　　 Bain yelled and interrupted him.

　　 The room is full of silence, except that Bain madly hammered the table and glared at the earth-colored middle-aged man: "What's the matter?"

　　 "Perhaps... he has seen a little bit?" the examiner replied tremblingly.

　　"How did you promise me?!" Bain wanted to kick him to death: "You tell me, how can a kid do that kind of professional question?"

　　 Thinking of his guarantee in front of Mr. Sidney, he felt his internal organs twisted together, his complexion pale.

　　 "Maybe...our exam questions flowed out?"

　　Under the pressure of the workplace, the middle-aged examiner's brains were wide open. He grabbed this life-saving straw, and a **** expression of excitement appeared on his pale face: "Someone leaked our exam questions to him! It must be. That's it!"

　　"This is cheating!"

　　 "It seems that the black necks in Xiacheng will only follow this crooked way." Someone sneered: "Can he still be an apprentice musician of the chant school?"

　　"Cheating?" Bain's face was slightly slower: "Are you sure?"

　　 "Of course!" The examiner's expression was indignant, and his eyes were full of contempt: "How can you come into contact with the classics of the church with such an inferior poor status."

　　 "We need severe punishment." Another examiner suggested.

　　 "Yes, in case this happens again."

　　 Bain rubs his palms, his eyes are gloomy: "You don't need to continue the exam, go and chase him..."

　　"Not cheating."

　　 a low voice came from the corner again, interrupting Bain.

　　 There was a moment of silence in the room. In the silence, Baine's expression became more and more difficult to look at.

　　 And the dull old man just looked at the examination room, did not notice the change in the atmosphere, his eyes focused:

　　"His writing method and writing habits are unique to church personnel. The ring finger holding the pen barrel is also the unique way of writing in the church. These are the changes brought about by that special font. You can refer to the church announcement and Letters from clergy.

　　 You can see the calluses in his hands, the traces that can only be left by writing all the year round. He must have been trained by the Order, maybe he was originally a priest..."

　　 "Enough!"

　　 In the silence, Baine interrupted him, his expression sullen: "Mr. Abraham, pay attention to your words, this is not your place to make a fool of yourself!"

　　 The old man seemed to finally feel that the atmosphere was not right, he closed his mouth in a jealousy, and lowered his head in embarrassment.

　　In his indifferent eyes, he raised his mechanical hand and pressed his gray hair in embarrassment.

　　 "Sorry," he whispered, bowing his head towards the badges of the nobles.

　　 Bain glanced at him coldly and ignored him.

　　 "It's almost time."

　　 Bain took a deep breath and opened the piano case beside him: "Go to the next link in advance."

　　 The violin, like colored glaze, shone dreamily. Bain held the piano, put the bow on the strings, and exhaled the irritable breath in his chest:

　　 "It's time to let them do the real exam questions."

　　 Amidst the faintly faint music, his eyes were dark.

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　　 In the examination room, Ye Qingxuan hummed a hymn in a low voice, and wrote the last question smoothly.

　　 After rechecking the roll noodles and all the answers, he nodded in satisfaction: it was perfect.

　　 If you don’t do the questions seriously, you would have let down the back door that the academy has shown you! I'm so embarrassed to let everyone take care of me like this...

　　 Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but want to laugh three times when Ye Qingxuan thought of this. But considering that it was still an examination room, I had to sullen my face and didn't laugh.

　　 At last, he looked down at the only blank test paper, and couldn't help but wonder: What is this test paper that has no questions written on it?

　　 It was already close to the afternoon, and there was a noisy sound of cicadas in the distance. Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but yawned, feeling a little blurred in his vision.

　　——So sleepy.

　　 In his hand, a faint silver pattern appeared on the blank test paper~IndoMTL.com~ He was taken aback, looked down, only to find that there was a pattern on the blank paper. The fine and inconspicuous complex patterns are like watermarks, slowly appearing from the examination paper...Those stripes are like tangled thorns, complex and dizzying.

　　 Ye Qingxuan looked carefully, but found that his sight seemed to be swept away by those patterns, and he involuntarily fell into it, falling towards the deep, deeper, deepest...

　　In the blur, a series of low voices sounded in his ears, and the candidates fell on the table as if sleepy.

　　 Immediately afterwards, he didn't know anything.

　　In the examination room that was once full of pain and confusion, it seemed that there was a sudden silence at this moment. Everyone was silent and fell into a sudden deep sleep.

　　 In front of them, a slight silver light was silently reflected on the blank paper.

　　 In the silence, there is a faint sound reverberating in the air. It is so faint and small. It permeates every noise like running water. It enters the object silently, mixed with breathing, clothes rubbing, and In the voice of the people in the square in the distance...Finally, they gathered from various places and turned into a melody like silk.

The sound of 　　 dripping water gathered together, like spring water gurgling in everyone’s ears, the clear and cold water poured into everyone’s heart, quietly permeating all defenses...

　　——Trust to the deepest secret in my heart!

　　 Fantasia. NO97, a tune born out of the "Overture of Disaster".

　　Its name is—Shadow of Interrogation.