Chapter 44 Targeting? Really not.
Edith didn't dare to say anything, and quietly walked a little closer to the library shelves, letting the heavy cabinets block her figure.
I can only pray that Zebulun can't see her... She is probably using a sound transmission array to communicate directly with Her Majesty the Queen. It would be fine if he discovered her, but it would be troublesome if the Queen discovered her.
Fortunately, the bookshelves in the inner library were complicated and it was difficult to locate them by sight alone. Edith stood by the bed with the sound of the wind, and even the sound of her breathing was completely covered.
The sound over there continued.
Zebulon was also overwhelmed by anger and lost his mind for a while. After calming down, he realized that something was wrong. He said sorry, then looked around, shouted to make sure that no one was there, and then found a corner to sit down. "You are not allowed to bring wands to the inner library, so I can't cast spells... Don't worry, there won't be anyone."
The absence of a magic wand means that even if there is someone, it is impossible to hide themselves through spells.
The moment he came, Edith squeezed under the spiral staircase, grabbed the wooden bars under the stairs, and hung herself in the air. Zebulun didn't notice it, because the position he carefully chose was right next to the stairs, less than three meters away from Edith.
"..." Edith's fingers were not that strong, so she gently loosened her hands, took advantage of the boy's sigh and jumped down, then turned over and lay down in the gap at the bottom of the stairs.
"I won't allow it - I believe the ministers won't allow it either." Zebulun's tone was respectful, but he obviously couldn't control his emotions. "For so many years, except when the kingdom was first established, haven't we always only supported nobles to enter the court?"
"Every year, a large number of nobles fail to enter the palace. The kingdom is not short of talent."
Not knowing what the other party said, Zebulun gradually calmed down, but he still disagreed: "If civilians are allowed to become ministers, the education system must also change accordingly. Ministers must at least be literate. I think that the education policy should be relaxed first, and the assessment can only be relaxed after the new education system has been implemented for at least ten years and the civilian education level has been significantly improved. What? You don't plan to change the admission system of other colleges except Beaujolais College?"
"Do you mean that only civilian mages are allowed to enter the palace?" He stood up. "I'm sorry, I don't understand. You already have court mages trained from civilians, why do you still need--"
Zebulun's voice suddenly stopped.
The person on the other side of the sound transmission array said something. Zebulun's face turned pale and he subconsciously stood up straight according to etiquette. "I'm sorry, mother. I was rude."
"Yes, may the goddess bless your every decision."
He sighed, and the sound transmission array in his hand suddenly began to burn from the middle, and dissipated silently in the air. Edith, who was hiding on the side, was envious: that was a sound transmission array she had never seen before. It was said that the cost was very high. It was produced by the family of Duke Eddie, who made magic locks, and was not supplied to the outside world. In addition to the royal family, only some favored nobles could get rewards.
With something like this, why don't you talk more and then interrupt the magic... What a pity.
Edith sighed, changing her body angle to follow Zebulon's footsteps. The boy couldn't stop sighing, mumbling words like "this is crazy" and "why" from time to time.
Edith also found it strange.
Based on the conversation just now, she could probably guess what Her Majesty the Queen was thinking: she wanted to relax the background requirements of court ministers so that commoners could also become "nobles" in a sense - the same reason why Beunis College recruited Shelly, a commoner, as a teacher and gave commoners with sufficient strength the opportunity to take entrance exams.
This sounds like a good policy, but why are we willing to give opportunities to ordinary people but not to build a supporting education system to improve the general cognitive level of ordinary people?
Do you just want to screen talented civilians?
She couldn't figure it out for the time being, so she could only hide her doubts in her heart for a short while. She quietly identified the sounds around her, hoping that Zebulon would leave or find a place to sit far away - every second in the inner library was important, and she didn't want to waste time here.
I have to get a book and read it.
The door to the inner library opened again at this time.
"...... Tsk." Two people means twice as much surveillance, which makes it much more difficult to dodge. Edith was a little annoyed, but before she could come up with a solution, the boy's sudden surprise interrupted everything.
"Ursula? Why are you here?"
Zebulun frowned, "Just right, why did you agree to your mother's--"
"Is this where you reply to your mother's message?"
The woman called Ursula came up and slapped the boy, obviously very angry, "How could a mother have such a stupid child like you!"
Zebulun covered his beaten left face, his eyes uncertain: "What are you doing?"
Although he had a bad relationship with this sister, he would usually maintain superficial courtesy and his emotions had never been so out of control.
Thinking of this, Zebulun began to explain, "You know, although our dormitory is a single room, it has been installed with a sound transmission array before, and it is not safe enough. The safest place in the academy is the internal library. You have to believe that the old nobles value these inheritances-"
"I saw someone else's name on the registration sheet."
Ursula's short words immediately caused Zebulon's face, which had just regained its color, to fade again: "What?"
"That's the result of not following the rules." Ursula sneered, "You only deposited your wand and didn't register your name on the paper document, so you didn't even see your name on the registration form."
Her face was as cold as ice as she spoke word by word: "Edith Griffin entered the library at 1:34 p.m. Her departure time column was empty."
"Idiot, she's still in the inner library."
......
Edith held her breath.
Although she could use magic without a wand, it was difficult to control, and leaked magic power could easily be captured by the future heirs of the two kingdoms. She could only use the most primitive method and hide herself by visual cover.
But those two were already in the know and had no scruples in this regard.
"Spiritual manifestation."
Ursula tore open a scroll with a magic circle drawn on it. There was a flash of light, and a tide of magic power gushed out, surging forward from the door.
Damn it, I’m not allowed to bring a wand, but I still managed to find a loophole like this!
Edith closed her eyes and reviewed the conversation between the two in her mind. She felt that Ursula had no intention of pursuing the matter.
That's much easier.
She rolled out before the scroll's magic wrapped around her, raised her hands and stood up, shouting, "I mean no harm!"
Ursula stopped tearing the second scroll.
Zebulon looked very unhappy. He looked at Edith, then at Ursula who was not surprised at all, and almost squeezed out the words from his throat: "You have been here all the time?"
"Your Highness was already in the sound transmission state when he entered the library, and he didn't leave me enough time to leave." Edith thought clearly, "What's more, the person on the other side of the sound transmission array was Her Majesty the Queen. If I had spoken rashly, you would definitely be punished."
"Your Highness Princess is now aware of my situation. If you do not report it, it will be a serious crime. But if you report it to the Queen, it will appear that you are targeting the other crown princes, which will make the Queen unhappy." She followed the topic and brought up Ursula: "Anyway, no one knows about this except us. Why not pretend that you didn't see me, and I will pretend that I didn't hear anything, so that things can pass smoothly."
Zebulun's expression darkened: "Are you threatening me?"
"You are not qualified to negotiate." Ursula looked at Zebulon and snorted coldly, "A fool who made a mistake is not allowed to speak."
She looked Edith in the eye, stepped forward, and suddenly made a very formal salute.
"Thank you for your heart of gold." The princess was obviously better at handling emergencies than the prince, and her every move made people feel comfortable. "As compensation, I will ask the inner library to cancel your registration later - you can still enter the library three times."
"But at the same time, please allow me to cast a sealing spell on you." She stood up, the sharpness in her eyes seemed to want to cut open Edith's heart, "I must ensure that the news will not be leaked."
Edith raised an eyebrow: "That's another price."
"I will participate in the promotion match as an assistant for this college league." The princess' tone was flat, but her eyes seemed to be much more relaxed. "You have one chance to ask me a question in a subtle way. Make a fist while asking. If the question is reasonable and will not have a direct impact on the outcome of the match, I will answer you in the same subtle way."
"Of course, if you don't understand, I won't explain it again."
"make a deal."
Both of them showed satisfaction. Edith was satisfied that she had got a chance to ask a question that might have a miraculous effect if used well, and Ursula was relieved that she had kept the policy secret.
Since Edith can make demands, she is a person with desires and goals. This kind of person can calm down as long as there are benefits and will not change her mind midway.
The two were happy, but Zebulon's face was still very bad. He was more annoyed by being ignored than by the disclosure of secrets.
"Edith Griffin." He chewed on the name silently, his expression obscure, "She also wants to join the league."
......
"Ah, there really is only our team in the first grade." Mu Lin stood among the crowd a little stiffly, not as relaxed as he usually was in the dormitory.
She filled out the registration form to join in the fun, and had no intention of participating in the competition. But during the month of the preliminary competition, Bell got up early every day to earn points, and she was forced to follow him because she had little sleep, so she went to join in the fun.
Who would have thought that we would just barely make it to the promotion round in the end.
"That's perfect. There are six of us, and we don't have to take on any extra seniors." Bell shrugged. "We can even save time getting to know each other."
This league promotion match was the first time that such a strange distribution appeared. There were 7 people in the fifth grade, 129 people in the fourth grade, 153 people in the third grade, 5 people in the second grade, and 6 people in the first grade.
There were an unusually large number of shameless fifth graders this year. The fourth graders, which had the largest number in previous years, were unable to beat the third graders, who were one year younger than them. The first and second graders, who might not have been able to produce a contestant in previous years, actually had a combined number of over double digits.
Amy put his hands in his pockets and accepted the gazes from all directions. "It's terrible." He put his hand on Edith's shoulder softly, "We won't be targeted by the fifth-year assistants, right?"
"After all, we are freshmen. If we take up six more spots, they will have six less spots."
Bell: "... Stop laughing, you look excited."
Edith glanced in Ursula's direction: "......"
Targeting? Not really.
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