Silent Crown Chapter 51: Measured (on)

　　 two days later, early in the morning

　　 Royal Academy of Music, Great Hall.

　　 The auditorium where the grand banquet was held a few days ago has been reorganized.

　　 The once here is also brightly lit in the middle of the night, filled with the aroma of wine and the sweet laughter of the girls, and the future musicians will get to know each other here. The walls and stone pillars are decorated with intricate patterns, and the crystal chandeliers refract the brilliance, dazzling people, and even the future becomes gorgeous.

　　 There are ninety-three pieces on the finest Persian carpet, forming a huge narrative poem, recording the magnificent deeds of King Arthur and his twelve Eudemons. Even the silver candle holders are decorated with fine floral sketch patterns.

　　 But now those fascinating luxury decorations have been removed, and the carpet has been rolled up, revealing the original marble floor. The candle in the silver candle holder went out.

　　 Fifteen windows were closed tightly, and heavy curtains covered them to block the light from outside.

　　 The smell of wine, the laughter of the girls, and the beautiful lights disappeared.

　　 Only the cool sunlight fell through the glass dome, bringing a beam of light to the dark ground auditorium. The light fell on the ground and shattered, faintly illuminating the portraits of the masters. Their eyes were sharp. Cold again, the pupils of his eyes were like lightning brewing in thunderclouds.

　　 The final test is about to begin.

　　 Behind a row of long tables, six examiners wore scarlet robes with serious faces, harsh and gloomy expressions.

　　 When looking through the candidates' information in hand, it is like looking at a product, trying to find even the smallest flaws on these porcelains, and then break them into pieces with a hammer in my hand.

　　 was there, but mixed with a young woman with a bored face. She was wearing a headscarf, her face was covered with a veil, and a vermilion flower tinted on her forehead. It was full of exoticism and looked out of place and absent-minded.

　　 That's just a representative sent by the musicians faction to make up the number, which makes the exam fairer. No one cared about her. Everyone knew that the principal had already given in by his own mischief.

　　 The examination room here today is the home of the noble faction!

　　 the side door opened, and footsteps walked in, low and confident, full of confidence. All the examiners stood up and bowed to Sidney, the examiner:

　　 "Good day, sir."

　　 "Good day, gentlemen."

　　Sidney nodded, then sat down in the middle of the long table.

When 　　 looked around, his harsh eyes revealed a trace of satisfaction: "It seems that this year is a bumper year. Gentlemen, this is the last juncture, don’t relax."

　　 "Sir, we are always on the alert." Bain bowed his head respectfully.

　　 "Very good." Sidney laughed: "You are shouldering the glory of the Royal Conservatory of Music and the Anglo Musician, you know?

　　 A good teacher should take on the responsibility of leading the way by himself, instead of putting the rotten fruits in his own basket indiscriminately. "

　　 "Everything is arranged properly."

　　 Bain whispered: "Starting from this year, the spirit of the noble blood will be resurrected in the academy."

　　 "As it should be."

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　　 Before the final test began, Sidney visited the examiner again.

　　 "The representatives of the School of Change, the School of Summoning, the School of Enlightenment, and the Royal School are all here. This is good..." At this point, his brows frowned slightly: "Why is there a seat empty, who is late? ?"

　　"The teacher in the department of music history, I remember the name was called..." Bain recalled it carefully, and some could not remember the nonexistent old man: "It seems to be called Abraham."

　　 "It may be that the iron hand is broken, so I went to the blacksmith shop?"

　　 Someone muttered softly beside 　　, which evoked tacit laughter.

　　 In the academy, few people know that the half-hanging musician with an iron arm turns out to be the teacher in the academy. Moreover, it is a ghost place like the music history department that no one knows if you don’t check the list...

　　 Had it not been for him to suddenly take up a vacancy in this enrollment, I am afraid that no one would have noticed this old man who has been in the college without any sense of existence.

　　 Amidst the laughter, the gray-haired man sneaked in through the side door quietly, and after realizing that he was late, there was also a trace of embarrassment on his dull face.

　　 aware of someone looking at him, he subconsciously retracted his iron hand behind his back to avoid ridicule. Sidney glanced at him, suddenly a little boring, just waved to beckon him to sit down.

　　 So all the staff are there.

　　 Then, with the crisp sound of the mallet, the door of the auditorium opened a gap.

　　In the examination room, the faces of all examiners instantly became serious,

　　 The final exam that decided to take the life fortune of 71 people finally began.

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　　"Who is the first person?"

　　"Edmond Rossi." Bain looked at his name and thought for a while: "The second son of the Rossi family has a good talent. He was already an apprentice three years ago. The School of Revelation is very optimistic about him."

　　 Sidney nodded: "It seems that he is very good at understanding laws."

　　"He is also quite gifted in spirituality." The examiner of the School of Revelation exclaimed in a low voice: "It seems to be the younger generation deliberately cultivated in the family."

　　 "Let's take a look first." Sidney said softly.

　　In their whispered conversation, a red-haired teenager walked into the examination room.

　　 In the empty and dim auditorium, the examiner in the distance was staring at him. The young man was a little nervous, but he could see that the tutoring was good and he still maintained the aristocratic attitude. He bowed slightly to the examiners and waited for instructions.

　　 "Don't be nervous, Edmund."

　　 Bain pointed to the center of the examination room: "Just stand up and relax."

　　 Edmund turned his head and looked behind him, only then did he notice the towering stele that he had been neglecting.

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　　 In the silence, a heavy stone as high as one person stood silently in the center of the examination room, with sharp edges and corners. After finishing and polishing, the surface of the stele is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the reflection of people.

　　The sun shone on it from the top dome, but it did not leave any shadow on the ground, as if the light had been swallowed by a dark stone stele.

　　The black stone stele reflected the face of the person, and the face became pale and unfamiliar.

　　In those mirrored figures, it seems that a certain human trait has been stripped away, so it looks frightening.

　　 There is a heavy iron chair in front of the stone stele. The iron chair is as heavy and awkward as a device that restrains patients in a mental hospital. The silver cable extends from the back of the chair and connects to the base of the stele.

　　 They are one.

　　 This is the instrument used in this actual test. Although it looks like a stone monument, it is actually made by man-made. Ignoring the appearance, in principle, it is more like an ether ball that is thousands of times more complex.

　　 This is a professional surveying equipment produced by the Kingdom Geographic Exploration Association. It should be installed in a silent stone room 400 meters underground to measure changes in the movement of the earth’s crust. It is now placed here, just to demand candidates All of the data are displayed.

　　 It is more terrifying than any torture and judge.

　　 because no one can lie in front of it.

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　　 As Edmund sat on the chair a little nervously, the plane of the stele slowly lit up. At first it was a blur, and in the end, the silver light spots formed a concrete pattern of change.

　　 looked like irregular graffiti, but it attracted the attention of all examiners.

　　"Sufficient in terms of structure, but general. A bit weak in changes."

　　"The apocalypse school does not pay attention to preemptive strikes and needs correct response." Someone nodded: "He is very good at'inspiring'."

　　 "It's rare that the first one is good."

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　　 After discussing a few words in a low voice, the examiner of the School of Revelation nodded: "Edmond Rossi, you have been admitted by the School of Revelation. After leaving the corridor, go left and look for the person in charge of the School of Revelation. He will take you through the formalities."

　　He paused, and said with a hint of humor: "I hope you have prepared the tuition. The School of Enlightenment is the treasure house of the king."

　　 The red-haired boy froze for a moment, seemingly surprised, and shook his fist in excitement. He ran out without even saying hello, bowed and said goodbye after returning halfway. The examiner chuckled in a low voice.

　　 "I'm still a kid after all."

　　 Bain sighed: "Next! Ron Fournier..."

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　　 When the second teenager walked into the examination room, the relaxed atmosphere in the examination room quickly dissipated.

　　The boy looked at the examiners anxiously, wearing clothes that were washed to a whitish level. But the examiner just looked at the boy's chest, and when he found that there was no aristocratic crest, he coldly retracted his gaze and stopped looking.

　　The young man seemed to be facing this kind of battle for the first time.

　　 Sidney frowned: He didn't even understand etiquette.

　　 "Sit there and we will check your qualifications."

　　 Bain smiled and pointed to the stele.

　　 After the trembling boy finished on the chair, the stone tablet was of course gloomy, and no image appeared. The examiners just nodded clearly, looked at each other, and crossed out the name on their list ~IndoMTL.com~ civilians who don't have any resonance with Ether, have never received any training, this actual test is for Preparation for brushing off these fish-eyed guys.

　　 Bain smiled and nodded: "Ron Fournier, you can go out."

　　The boy was taken aback, wondering what happened. He didn't know exactly what the exam was going to do, and he naively thought that the exam hadn't started.

　　 "I regret to inform you that you have no talent for musicians, you can go." Bain announced softly, still with a sneerful smile on his face.

　　 "Yes, but sir."

　　Ron can hardly speak: "I haven't yet..."

　　 "I said, go out."

　　 Bain's smile faded, and the cold expression blocked Ron's words, making him unable to say anything. Baine didn't go to see him again, just knocked on the gavel:

　　 "Next!"

　　 Ron looked at the examiners sluggishly, his lips moaning what he wanted to say, after a long time he bowed his head and walked out of the examination room.

　　 outside the door, weeping faintly.

　　 This is Avalon. The nobles live in the clouds and enjoy the sun. The civilians couldn't see the stars in the dense fog in Xiacheng.

　　 When the principal was still there, he might be able to open it online, but this time the exam will be controlled by the nobles. Don't want any vulgar rancid blood to appear in this academy.

　　 This is a place to nurture the descendants of glory, not a rotten vegetable market.