Chapter 125 Assessment Day
There is no need to get up early on the day of the assessment.
After ten days, Lu Yi finally had a good sleep.
If he hadn't been woken up by the "dong dong dong" knocking on the door, he would probably have slept until lunch time.
"Wait a moment!" Lu Yi said loudly.
He casually put on a robe, slipped on quilted indoor slippers, walked to the door and opened it.
Gary stood outside the door and began, “I guess you don’t want to know who the only two people who didn’t attend the morning prayer were.”
"One is me, and the other one couldn't be Wavelin, right?" Lu Yi walked slowly back into the room.
"Congratulations, you got it right. I know you're brave, but I didn't expect you to be so unbridled and spontaneous. It's the last day after all, and showing off for one more day shouldn't cost you your life, right?"
Lu Yi said, "Today is a day off."
"Yes, but besides you..."
"Then have you seen the bishop?" Lu Yi interrupted him.
"...No." Gari replied with a dull face.
"That's it." Lu Yi shrugged, "Don't you realize that today is not only the day of rest as the bishop said, but also the Vatican's public holiday this month? The Temple Square is not open to the public..."
Gary was speechless. He opened his mouth but couldn't say anything in rebuttal.
"Okay, why did you come to me? You can't have woken up and felt that you missed out on the candy last night, so you came to me to ask for it back, right?" Lu Yi asked casually.
Perhaps because he had just woken up, Rant's long golden brown hair fell messily behind his shoulders. When he looked up at him, his expression was lazy and casual.
It seems like they have a very close relationship.
Gary didn't know what scene he recalled, his expression froze for a moment, then he frowned and said: "...Am I such a stingy person in your eyes? It's just a box of candy! Even if it's ten boxes, I, Gary Randolph, can afford it!"
"Oh." Lu Yi raised his eyes and spread out a hand towards him, "Then give me another ten boxes."
"You...you shouldn't push your luck!" Gary gritted his teeth.
He was really possessed by a ghost! The more he was defeated by Rand, the more courageous he became.
Gary himself couldn't figure out what his mentality was.
Lu Yi turned around and poured him a glass of water. "Yes, I pushed too far. I'm really sorry. Come, have a drink of water. This is my apology. Can I go to the side room to change clothes first?"
Gary took the cup of water and sat down on Lu Yi's chair.
"Go, go, go." Gary said, and poured water into his mouth.
The swallowing sound could not stop his heart from pounding like a drum. It was not until Rant's figure disappeared from his sight that Gary regained his composure.
It's really strange.
It was obvious that Lant's appearance was just handsome. Apart from a pair of light amber eyes which were quite outstanding, his other facial features were very ordinary, far inferior to the beauties Gary had seen before.
But Gary couldn't help but feel his heart beating faster when he looked into his eyes.
He wanted to fill the cup with more water, but it was empty.
Gary could only curse inwardly, then carefully placed the glass of water on the table.
…
The examination was conducted in the Priestly Temple.
When Lu Yi walked to the front of the hall, a knight led him inside to sit down.
On the table were feather pens of the same style and upside-down papers. The papers were thick enough that the words on the other side could not be seen clearly with the naked eye.
Lu Yi raised his eyebrows when he saw this, thinking, is this assessment just a paper test?
Which saint from a good family would go straight to the test paper for the first assessment...
Although it is still reasonable, it is somewhat unexpected.
"That's it. How can the assessment be an exam? I really didn't expect the Holy See to set exam questions like those old-fashioned academies..."
"Could this be the content of what the bishop talked about this morning? God of Light, if I had known this earlier, I would have listened more carefully..."
"Haha! I guessed it right. I knew it was impossible for you to spend ten mornings talking about irrelevant things for no reason. Since you talked about it, it must be useful. It's worth it that I kept looking through my notes last night, hahahaha!"
"I am really convinced. Who teaches the Vatican exams? I clearly heard before that the Vatican values critical thinking rather than answering rigid questions like this!"
"But it's not appropriate to debate with these 700 people one by one, right? The bishop doesn't have the time for that..."
"Who cares? Maybe we take ourselves too seriously..."
The candidates were not stupid either. When they saw the things on the table, they instantly understood the content of the test. Some were happy while others were worried.
But no matter whether the candidates are happy or sad, they cannot stop the assessment from proceeding.
After the last candidate took his seat, the knight outside the palace slowly closed the door of the priest's temple.
The holy nun, dressed in a plain white elegant robe, held a pocket watch in her hand and said loudly: "Dear candidates, please note that this written test will start in three minutes and end in one hour. Candidates, please arrange your answering time reasonably. I wish you all good luck in answering and get ideal test results."
After the holy nun finished speaking, she waited for three minutes, then raised her hand and tapped it to signal the start of the test.
In the huge priest's temple, the only sound was the rubbing of the tip of the feather pen against the kraft paper.
The test questions on the brown paper are moderate in number, but the difficulty lies in the extremely wide range of coverage. Not a single lesson in the ten-day course is useless.
Fortunately, Lu Yi attended the classes seriously for the past ten days, and he was able to come up with definite answers to the occasional difficult questions after just a little thought.
The candidate next to Lu Yi was scratching his head and pinching the tip of his pen, making small movements all the time. The difference between the two was very obvious, which only made Lu Yi's fluent answer even more fluent.
This kind of written test might be a torture for the free-growing Isaiahs, but for Lu Yi, who grew up in an exam-oriented education environment, it is a simple little test.
The only thing that concerned Lu Yi was probably the last question which had an ambiguous meaning.
[If the Vatican needs to undergo an internal revolution, do you think the change should be from the bottom up or from the top down? Why?]
Just answering this one question took up half of Lu Yi's total answering time.
His handwriting is elegant, filling up the blank space on the back of the kraft paper, but the layout of the words is extremely beautiful and does not appear crowded at all.
Lu Yi recited the entire text silently in his mind, and only put down his pen with satisfaction after making sure that nothing he wanted to express was omitted.
Although he finished answering the questions ahead of time, Lu Yi was not planning to hand it in early.
He muttered to himself what Gary said about "a villain's mischief", but no matter how he looked at it, this paper-based test didn't seem like something Xia could interfere with.
The larger the scale of such unified activities, the more it can reflect the discipline within an organization.
This is the headquarters of the Holy See. If Xia can still interfere, then Callisto will have worked in vain for so many years and the Holy See will be on the verge of collapse.
Out of his little trust in Callisto, Lu Yi sat obediently in his seat until the time was up, then he and the other candidates slowly left under the command of the Holy Sister.
However, the assessment is not over yet.
The knights waiting outside the priest's temple took them back to the knight training square.
Dozens of bishops stood on the high platform in front of the square, led by a bishop in red and two bishops in purple. The two bishops who led them for the past ten days could only stand at the very end.
Seeing that everyone was present, Jacob nodded slightly to the cardinal.
The cardinal nodded and said slowly: "To become the Son of God, devout faith is only the most basic condition.
"Not only must you possess wisdom, you must also have a unique understanding of the use of light magic.
"In the past ten days, Jacob and Bishop Jeffrey have been teaching you how to recognize your magic power and talents, and how to use them in depth. I believe you must have new insights and ideas now. However, grace is infinite, but our time is limited."
The Cardinal said this, looking around at the expressions on the candidates' faces.
He raised his hand, and ten nuns holding wooden boxes walked up to each bishop one by one.
"Each of these ten wooden boxes contains a piece of paper with all your names on it. Now, each bishop will draw a piece of paper from the wooden box in front of him and compete with the person on the paper.
"Of course, strictly speaking, this can't be called a competition at all. It's just a simple instruction and acceptance. The ten selected candidates will represent all the candidates to undergo a round of assessment and verification."
"Well, now please ask the bishops to draw the wooden box in front of you."
[“Believe it or not, there is an 80% chance that my name will be picked by the most powerful cardinal…”] Lu Yi said expressionlessly.
[I believe it!] 857 said without hesitation.
[“…and there is a high probability that Xia’s name will also be drawn by the bishop next to him.”] Lu Yi continued.
[I believe that too!] 857 answered without hesitation.
[“What a villain! I was just wondering what Xia would do, and now he’s here.”] Lu Yi had a subtle expression.
Draw a piece of paper?
That's wonderful.
How can this not be considered the right time, the right place, and the right people?
If there is a great risk of tampering with the test paper that will be left as evidence, then the safest option is to use a piece of paper that will be destroyed after only one use.
What does it matter how outstanding Rant’s talent for light is?
His current level as an apprentice magician is his biggest drawback.
Once Lu Yi faces the Cardinal, who is most likely a sixth-level light magician, he will be crushed.
And there is a high probability that the cardinal will not show mercy to his men.
Lu Yike still remembered that Xia had boasted to him before that he had a familiar cardinal in the Vatican.
I guess this is the one.
really.
After the bishop at the edge took out the note with "Xia Klein" written on it, the cardinal in the middle soon drew the note with "Lant Hobbs" written on it.
As soon as the slips of paper were drawn, a knight came down and led him forward.
"Please." The knight didn't even ask him if he was Lant Hobbs, but simply extended his hand to him and led the way.
The ten candidates came to the platform together.
When going on stage, Lu Yi met Xia's eyes who was walking from the other side.
Xia gave him an exceptionally bright smile.
"Rant, we are so lucky! We both have this extremely precious opportunity--" Xia said, and wanted to come forward and hold his hand.
Lu Yi was too lazy to play along with him, so he took a few quick steps to avoid his outstretched hand, then gave him a perfunctory smile, turned around and walked up to the platform in a decisive manner.
On the high platform, the cardinal was looking in their direction with an interested expression, and it was unclear whether he was looking at Xia or at him.
The author has something to say:
I originally wanted to write 10,000 words a day (I’m not lying to you, Zundu!), but I seem to have been infected. I have had a runny nose, sneezes, and hot cheeks the whole day. My typing efficiency is extremely low. I can only write 3,000 words after sitting in front of the computer for half a day. I couldn’t bear it anymore at night and wanted to get an IV drip, but it was too late and the clinic was closed. Alas, I took the medicine and hope to have a good sleep and feel better tomorrow.
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Why do I have tears in my eyes? Because I have a severe case of the flu.
I won’t post anything today. I’ll post something to my wives after I recover. qwq
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