Chapter 66 Edith couldn't help laughing

The school finally announced the results before the first draw of the finals.

"Want to go and see?" Heda was a little excited. She was just a little short of the top 50 in the entrance exam. She had received a lot of tutoring from Edith in the past half semester and felt that she had made a lot of progress. "Go ahead, go ahead. Just think of it as accompanying me."

Edith stayed in the dormitory, slowly flipping through the book in her hand, looking uninterested: "You go ahead, the transcript will be issued in the evening anyway, I'm too lazy to make another trip."

And it's not just a matter of making the trip. The scores of four grades are all stuck together. You can imagine how crowded it is there. You may not be able to get into the front row even if you go there.

"I'll accompany you." Seeing that Heda was very interested, Mu Lin raised her hand to accept the invitation. Heda was very happy, shouting "friends, bonds", and pulled Mu Lin out of the room.

The dormitory finally became quiet. Edith breathed a sigh of relief and continued with her research.

She had already finished drawing the ancient magic circle reference album, and her current job was to complete the magic circle according to the album. This task was more difficult than she had imagined - things drawn from memory would always have errors, and many patterns were very similar, so it was difficult to specifically identify which one was drawn on the magic circle.

She rubbed both sides of her forehead, stood up and poured herself a glass of water.

Tomorrow will be the opening day of the finals, the rewards and schedule will be announced, and the first draw will be held.

After investigation, it is clear that there is definitely something wrong with the Queen, but we don't know how much she is involved. If we can successfully take first place and get the chance to enter the palace, subsequent plans should be much easier to execute.

She glanced at the table at the side: deep in the drawer was the can shell that she had fished out from the promotion competition cave. Although there was no magic left on it, she could not deduce what it was for the time being.

But it is said that the sales of this kind of food are not optimistic. With such a small purchasing group, it should not be difficult to find the original owner.

Edith sighed.

There are so many things to do...I really want to go back to my original body as soon as possible.

The new body is good and has plenty of magic power, but after all, it belongs to someone else, so I always feel guilty using it.

The fierce knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Edith's faint sadness quickly disappeared, and she covered her ears and opened the door.

"Edith!" Hedda rushed in from the door. "Guess which place you are!"

Edith: “First.”

Hedda: "...So cold."

She pouted unsatisfactorily and stuffed the transcript and medal into Edith's hands. "How boring! Can't you just pretend to be surprised... I'll bring it up for you."

Edith took the things and felt a little relieved.

Great, still first place. It seems that her score control is still accurate - God knows how difficult it is for her to try to clear the knowledge in her mind and force herself to answer the questions using the part she has already learned.

"Being in the top ten isn't worth celebrating, but the number of times in the library is worth it." Bell came in from the door. Edith turned her head and took a look, and found that he had pinned a silver badge on his collar again.

"Top three again?"

"A third one again."

Bell shrugged. "The top four are the same as before. I still didn't beat Tuttle, but the difference wasn't that big. Anyway, the second and third places are three chances each, so it doesn't matter."

Edith squeezed the badge in her hand and quickly calculated where to use the five chances. Hedda couldn't wait and pulled her sleeve: "You haven't asked me yet!"

"Okay, what place did you get?" Edith asked obediently. Hedda puffed out her chest and looked proud: "32!"

"Wow——" The three of them exclaimed in exaggerated praise together.

Edith stepped forward and took the other person's report card, blocking Hedda's view. Bell didn't want to spoil the fun, so he took the opportunity to cast an inquiring look at Mullin. The other party understood immediately and raised his two hands to make a number 11.

Just a little bit away from the top ten.

But Mu Lin was already very satisfied. She believed that she got into the college by reading a lot of books, and it would be fine as long as her entrance score did not drop. She did not expect that it could improve.

Mainly because of Edith, my roommate who explains things in more detail than the teacher...

Mulin looked gratefully in Edith's direction, but the other party did not notice her gaze.

Edith was looking down at each of Hedda's grades.

"The potion is terrible." Edith frowned, feeling a throbbing pain in her brain. "The spells and beasts are OK, and the magic array is exceptional, but the potion result drags it down."

Damn it, how could Edith fail in teaching potions?

Heda shrank his neck and glanced around: "Even a brave man who will be remembered for eternity will have things he is not good at..."

The main reason is that it is so convenient to have Edith around. I can get answers to any questions I have when writing papers or doing experiments. I didn't expect that when I was in the examination room, I had to think about everything by myself, and the knowledge I was familiar with in the past would become so unfamiliar.

Edith pressed her brows and said, "My bad."

Subconsciously, I followed the standards I used to teach Shelly, not realizing that the operating models of a college that focuses on theory and an association that focuses on practice are different.

"Next, the original experimental teaching will remain unchanged - the school will not test it, but you must be able to do it." She quickly made a plan, "Add more written test practice, and keep up with the basic medicine formula dictation and so on."

"Well, it's okay to take one anyway."

She turned to look at Bell and Mulin who were standing there in a daze.

"You guys learn together."

Bell and Mulin: “?”

Edith: "If you don't want to go with the school, go with me. I'll pay for the materials."

Bell and Mulin rejected Edith's offer.

Although both of them were very tempted, the most expensive thing about learning potions was the cost of materials, and they were embarrassed to ask Edith, who was also a commoner, to pay for it.

Edith thought about it and told them the name of her store, saying that the store would sell medicinal herbs to students with average financial conditions at a low price, and said that she could take them there. The two were skeptical, but finally agreed to Edith's request.

Edith once again succeeded in promoting the study of potions.

......

The next day, at the academy practice field.

The place changed almost overnight.

The original arena was demolished, and the academy did not build a new one. Instead, it directly laid a defensive array on the original venue. The viewing platform surrounded the venue in a stepped manner, like a square deep bowl, and the entire competition venue could be seen from any angle.

There is a small stand suspended diagonally above the venue, which can accommodate about ten people and is reserved for the tour guides.

As the first place in the first and second rounds, Edith was not arranged to sit with other students because she had the task of speaking on stage later. Instead, she sat in the middle of the stands - where the teachers and leaders gathered.

Next to her sat Zebulon.

I guess some leader was so eager to please the Queen that he actually added a "Most Popular Student Speech" item to the opening ceremony of this year's finals, and the candidate was hastily decided after a three-hour voting in the teachers' area.

The reason why it was determined that it was the leader's idea rather than the Queen's was that Prince Campbell, who was sitting next to her at the time, did not look happy.

As a candidate for succession who could not show his true emotions, the fact that he showed a little unhappiness showed that he was extremely upset inside.

But the leader who came over to ask about the well-being of the family obviously didn't have much tact.

"Sorry, your appearance position may have to be moved back a bit." He whispered mysteriously into Zebulon's ear, seemingly unaware that Edith, who was sitting right next to him, could hear the entire conversation. "The sun is slanting now, and the students nearby can't see the center stand clearly. If you go up later, when the sun is overhead, you can just show off your impressive brilliance."

Edith couldn't help laughing.

Zebulon deadpanned, "...Thank you, no thanks, everything is as normal."

He tried hard to control his emotions and asked the leader to leave with the most appropriate etiquette. His body finally seemed to relax a little.

Edith sighed, "You don't sound tired, but I am tired."

She hated this kind of conversation about interests the most.

Zebulon looked straight ahead, sitting upright, without even giving Edith a glance: "Don't talk. There are many eyes staring at you now. Don't do anything that is against the rules."

I would have believed it if I hadn't seen you running around in the library in a hurry.

Edith raised an eyebrow: "I am a commoner. Do commoners also need to follow etiquette?"

Zebulon couldn't help but turn his gaze.

"You are not a noble?"

His calm voice was unusually agitated: "...Is he a merchant, a knight, or a churchman?"

"Neither. I'm just an ordinary commoner. My parents are dead. I became a tutor to make a living." Edith rubbed her wand, trying to get a better feel for it before the game. "Aren't you a prince? You don't even know which noble families there are in the kingdom?"

Zebulon: "......"

He pursed his lips, as if trying to curb his anger. "Before learning how to make trade-offs, you must first have sufficient strength. My main task now is to practice magic. I haven't reached the stage where I have to memorize the list of nobles across the country."

Moreover, even if he really became king in the future, he might not be able to remember the surnames of all the nobles - in addition to the capital, there are many cities in the Dragon Ridge Kingdom, and each city has its own dominant nobles. It is enough for the etiquette chief to remember them all.

After explaining, he asked for confirmation again as if he couldn't understand: "Are you kidding? Are you...really an orphan?"

This shouldn't be the case. Not to mention talent, just the understanding of potions is not something a commoner can do. Could it be that the Duke of Turner's daughter is particularly kind and let Edith learn from her since she was a child?

Even though Edith won a game against him, he still didn't think that she could pose any threat to him, so he didn't send anyone to check her information, and now he knows nothing about her.

Edith shook her head. "Not an orphan."

Just as Zebulon relaxed, he heard the other party add, "I have a sister, so I'm not completely alone."

A breath of air was stuck in my throat.

"Why do you still want to raise a sister? I mean, you still have a living sister?"

"...Should I leave her out in the snow to starve to death?"

Edith felt that the other party's question was inexplicable, and her mood sank: "My parents are just dead, I am not dead."

But if she hadn't come through, Doreen would have been left alone and probably wouldn't have made it through the next day.

What she didn't expect was that Zebulon seemed to be so shocked by her words that he turned half of his body around.