Chapter 216 Good news at just the right time

Aiwass is not the type to procrastinate.

So he took Lily and followed Mycroft to the Barrel Club in a wheelchair.

This place is not far from the Bishop's house. There is no need to find a carriage. It is less than two blocks away.

"Don't you need to go back and ask for leave?"

On the way, Mycroft, who was wearing a black top hat, asked casually.

"Final exams are next week, and most classes have already ended."

Aiwass shook his head. "There are only three classes left this week... I didn't have class today anyway, so I came straight to Sherlock."

"Is that so? Are you confident about the exam?"

"That's definitely still okay."

Aiwass chuckled, full of confidence.

He hadn't missed many classes to begin with, and with Haena and Isabel helping him with his studies, and his tutor writing him book checkout notes, Aiwass quickly caught up. He even had enough time to start preparing for next year's classes.

Maybe it's a little difficult to get full marks like Haina, but if all subjects are just good or above, he won't have any problems even without reviewing.

"I should be able to get a five-petal flower in even the lowest subject." Aiwass thought for a moment and gave a clear expected goal.

The Royal Law University's exams do not have clear grades, but professors give different stamps after comprehensively reviewing the exam content.

The seal representing a passing grade is a three-petal flower, and below that is a crying face representing "poor" and an angry face representing "very poor".

As long as you get the flower, it means you have passed the course and there is no need to retake the exam or retake the course.

Four petals is average, five petals is above expectations, six petals is excellent, and seven petals is flawless. Haina was selected for the talent list because she graduated with seven petals in all subjects. Generally speaking, over 60% of students receive three or four petals. Failures are just as rare as those with five petals, and the total number of students who receive at least one petal in each subject—five petals or higher—is less than 5%.

If Aiwass could get the minimum five-petal flower in all subjects, and the others would start with a six-petal flower... that would mean he was at least in the top 20 students in the department. Maybe even in the top five.

“It’s really remarkable.”

Mycroft exclaimed, "You've only been here a month, it seems. You've mastered a semester's worth of knowledge in just one month, and even achieved grades close to first place... If you had enrolled normally, you would definitely have been first place in your class next year."

"That kind of stuff doesn't matter."

Aiwass looked up at Mycroft and smiled. "Even if I could take first place, I would give them some points."

“…Oh? Why?”

"Because I don't need it."

Aiwass shrugged. "I'm the heir to the Moriarty family, and I'm still the Minister without Portfolio... Basically, I've reached the end of my career before I even graduated."

"This shows that Her Majesty the Queen has a good eye for talent."

Mycroft bowed his head and flattered, "I can recognize true talent at a glance without taking any exams."

He was a good talker. He praised both the Queen and Aiwass in a single sentence. And it didn't seem forced—because it was true.

"...You are quite good at praising people, Sir Mycroft." Aiwass chuckled.

"That's the truth," said Mycroft calmly.

That's true.

The current Lord Chamberlain was so adept at using facts to praise others that Aiwass struggled to even be modest. Everything he said was the truth, without even a hint of exaggeration. Being too modest would have seemed hypocritical, so he could only accept his compliments head-on.

In this respect Mycroft is completely different from his brother Sherlock.

If Sherlock heard what Aiwass said, he would definitely come over and argue with him. He is just like that, he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't argue.

"Thanks to Her Majesty the Queen's trust in me, I no longer need to rely on external achievements to prove my excellence. In this situation—for Avalon—I think I should help the kingdom find more talents.

"Just as Senior Haina was able to change her fate by becoming the top student, perhaps there are children in our class who also need to change their fate? No, it should be said... everyone hopes to change their fate, to walk into a warmer breeze, to a meadow with brighter sunshine and a wider world."

Aiwass said gently, "I can't take away opportunities from these kids. It's just icing on the cake for me, but it's a lifesaver for them."

"Sir Aiwass also understands the Taichu language?" Mycroft was a little surprised.

"Don't you understand?"

Aiwass turned around and said with a smile, "Sherlock was also surprised at that time.

"Yes, I know a little bit of Taichu language. Besides that, I also know some Elvish... at least normal communication is no problem. I also want to find a tutor to learn ancient Horus next year."

In a world where mystical texts are recorded in different languages, and where the improvement of extraordinary strength depends primarily on learning, the importance of linguistics is self-evident. Not to mention that archaeological work also requires a certain level of linguistics.

Mycroft admired it and seamlessly switched to Primordial Language. "When I taught Sherlock Primordial Language, he was very resistant. He said it was too difficult to pronounce, like some kind of ritual language... a bit like the ancient Horus language."

"Ancient Horus is said to be quite difficult. But I don't think it should be a big problem." Aiwass nodded.

"So, you said you're pretty good at Elvish...right? Then I'm relieved."

"how?"

Aiwass was a little surprised: "Do you need a translator?"

What surprised Aiwas more than this was that Mycroft didn't know Elvish.

“No, no, no…”

Mycroft smiled helplessly and switched back to Elvish. "It's quite the opposite. The thing is, if you could master Elvish to a certain degree, I think your studies next year would be much easier."

"I was originally going to remind you that if your Elvish listening and speaking skills are still lacking, then this holiday is a good time to improve them."

“…Further training?”

Aiwass also switched to Elvish, but his speech was a little stiff and his tongue was not as flexible as Mycroft's. "What kind of further study?"

"You don't know about this yet? Oh, maybe I'm presumptuous... I thought Professor Budd had already told you about it."

Mycroft said with a smile, "By the end of April next year, the Theocracy has allocated nine places to Avalon, three of which are for students and the remaining six for outstanding and distinguished bishops. The Long Ears intend to teach you some more difficult divine arts.

"Since it's through official channels, it's specifically for graduates of the Royal Law University. If nothing unexpected happens, you should get one of them."

...The matter of high-level divine arts?

This was the first time Aiwass heard the news.

In his impression, the Theocracy had clearly recruited nine bishops... Why did they change the personnel list this time and specifically recruit three students?

It's impossible that he changed the plan just for himself, right?

Aiwass shook his head. How could this be possible?

Don't think too highly of yourself—although he is already well-known in Avalon, he is still far from being famous in the Eternal Theocracy.

That's a nation of immortals. To them, Queen Sofia's accession to the throne was only a "recent event." Aiwass's rise to fame has only been within the past month.

Although it may not be polite to say this, elves are somewhat Martian.

They would regard things that were popular in the human kingdom twenty or thirty years ago as what is popular now... Even Janice would often regard some of the rules she accepted and heard when she met the young girl Sophia as things that are still valid now.

And these things have actually been changed by Sophia for decades.

Given this level of information lag, how could they possibly know Aiwass?

However, being able to directly learn advanced divine arts made Aiwas very happy.

He had originally wanted to ask Ligeia for help, but he felt that helping Ligeia and then immediately asking her to help him negotiate with the Theocracy was a bit like asking for a favor.

Mycroft's news came at the perfect time, freeing Aiwass from further worries.

"Thank you so much."

Aiwass thanked him.

"It's all right," Mycroft said with a smile, "I'm the first to announce the good news.

"I would be satisfied if you could give me less trouble after you have looked at these relics."

As they were talking, they had already arrived at the Barrel Club.

Mycroft held out his hand, motioning for Aiwass and Lily to be quiet. Aiwass nodded gravely.

Even though Mycroft himself is the founder, he must respect the rules he sets.

Chapter 2: Around 2 o'clock meow~

(End of this chapter)