Chapter 40 Liszt: Brother Ansu's wisdom is far superior to mine

My grandson is harming me.

This was Ansu's first reaction when he got the newspaper.

But soon, he slowly came to his senses: Could it be that someone was using Cavens' name?

Unfortunately, An Su was not the only one who slowly figured out the trick.

Who was the first one to come out, who was the second one to come out, and who was the third one to come out.

You will understand it if you understand this order.

The folks on the border are very telepathic.

Arthur took a long time to react, and his clever brain finally realized what was going on. He looked at Ansu with a rather resentful expression;

In contrast, Liszt stared at Arthur with the same resentful eyes - and Ansu looked at Liszt with a little disdain: You bully a pregnant man? "What a despicable guy, he actually used the same trick on me." - They thought to themselves.

The three of them stared at each other for a long time. The air seemed to be stagnant. The warm sunlight outside the window shone into the room, and the shadows of the trees on the balcony moved with the light.

"How about," An Su broke the silence, "we can offset each other's fault?"

"You are the only one whose name has not been used fraudulently,"

Liszt pushed up his glasses, flashing a cold light, "What are you trying to resist?"

"Cavins and I have a life-and-death relationship."

An Su replied calmly, "You used his name, which is equivalent to using mine."

Born and died, I was born and you died.

Ansu represents birth and Cavens represents death, so it is a relationship of birth and death.

"Still can't resist."

Arthur stared at Anzu.

His handsome face was full of constipation, and his carefree and uninhibited smile could no longer be maintained. When he thought about what would happen when he returned home, he trembled all over.

What they lost was just their face—An Su didn’t even lose his face, but what they were about to lose was their life! “You took the money, you took the money yesterday, brother An Su.”

Arthur looked at Ansu with resentment in his eyes, "Didn't you promise to help me pass the exam?"

He no longer trusts his fellow villagers.

What does it mean to receive money? The barbarians from the other world speak so roughly. What they receive is not money, but a progress fund.

"So, are you sure you failed the exam?" An Su asked.

"I did take the multiple-choice questions," Arthur replied.

That means you have failed the exam.

"What about you?" An Su turned his gaze to Liszt again.

"Humph." Liszt pushed up his glasses elegantly. He said confidently and elegantly, "The goddess will favor me."

This one also sent it.

An Su made a conclusion about these two people in his mind.

He paused and began to think.

According to the original plot, Arthur also sent it.

The written test accounted for 30% of the total score. To pass, one had to get very high scores in the last two exams. Arthur's talents were all in knights, and knights were warlocks, so his performance in the last two exams was terrible.

But after all, Arthur is an important character, and according to the traditional style of first suppressing and then praising, this is the stage of suppression: after Arthur failed the exam, he was kicked out of the house when he returned home, but it was a blessing in disguise. A year later, he encountered a wonderful adventure when he was at his lowest point, and finally completed the counterattack.

So if he, the saint, passed, that adventure would not have happened to Arthur.

It will belong to you.

An Su showed a thoughtful expression. He first glanced at Arthur, and saw that this guy was tall and strong, with muscles all over his body. He was also a natural martial arts genius and full of bravery.

Then he looked at Lister and saw that he was calm, elegant and extremely thick-skinned. Until this moment he still refused to admit the fact that he had failed the exam. He was so shameless that he persisted in his disdain.

The most important thing is that both of them have low moral qualities.

These two talented people will be helpful for my exam tomorrow.

No, it is very helpful!

An Su gradually formed a preliminary idea in his mind, and a bright smile appeared on the corner of his mouth - he felt that this was quite interesting.

"What's your test number?" An Su asked.

"I'm No. 59." Arthur didn't know why Ansu asked this.

"I am number 60."

Ansu is level 61. It seems that the three of them who came from the border were grouped together.

Does the examiner want to wipe out everyone?

"I have an idea."

Ansu smiled calmly and said, "It can help everyone pass the test of the Holy See."

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I was the last one to go out. If everything went well, I wouldn't even have to take the exam.

Arthur suddenly raised his head and looked at Ansu like a drowning man looking at a life-saving straw, full of eagerness and expectation, but he quickly shook his head and said suspiciously, "Brother Ansu, you won't cheat me, right?"

"I never cheat anyone." An Su said kindly, his dark blue eyes reflecting pure white light.

The looks of these three men are very deceptive: Arthur has an uninhibited and free-spirited image, a sunny and confident nobleman; Liszt has a calm and elegant appearance, and looks like a knowledgeable scholar and gentleman.

An Su, on the other hand, looked delicate and clean. He tilted his head, and his long gray hair fell along with the sunlight from the window, making him look like a simple boy next door.

Arthur decided to trust his fellow countryman once more. "Okay, if Brother Ansu can save me this time,"

He seemed to have made up his mind, "I, Arthur Sonny, swear to the goddess that from now on I will truly recognize Brother Ansu as my boss!"

"What about you?" An Su turned and looked at Liszt.

"I will not agree with that." Liszt answered calmly. He was a restrained and proud nobleman. "I will not agree with a nobleman whose [awareness] and [will] are not up to standard."

Liszt was a noble aristocrat of high character, and his proud spirit would not allow him to do anything of low character.

For example, such despicable activities as reading and reviewing books.

"My plan,"

Ansu paused, resting his elbows on the desk, his chin supported by his slender fingers. "This is exactly the trial that requires [Awareness] and [Willpower] to complete."

“Do you have this awareness?”

The sunlight came in and was cut into shadows by the window lattices, with light and darkness scattered on both sides of the desk.

Liszt clearly felt that Ansu's temperament had changed: the sunny and cheerful big boy before disappeared, and a very scary atmosphere emerged from him.

"You two, are you willing to listen to my plan?"

Liszt always felt that Ansu was about to reveal something horrible.

Ten minutes later.

The way Liszt looked at Ansu changed, completely changed - he clearly felt that the man in front of him was far superior to himself in terms of taste and cultivation, and the elegant gentleman spirit deeply touched Liszt.

Just as Ansu said,

——Only the noblest spirit, the most persistent perseverance, the most elegant and proud soul can accomplish this grand plan.

Who else but me?

"Brother Ansu, I will do it with you." Liszt said to Ansu solemnly, "For the great cause, I have made up my mind."

"Boss Ansu," Arthur clasped his hands together, "Me too."

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