NOVPUBBut correspondingly, people grew especially curious about his true identity.
Christina knew that Duke Tiffany must know his real identity, but Duke Tiffany was unlikely to tell her, and she dared not strike up a conversation and ask such a foolish question.
The discussion exam on Magic Engineering Principles in the Artificial Shadow World was continuing swiftly.
Over the next few hours,
Following Carlen, the other candidates began to mimic her, as if they had found the cheat code to rack up points, battering the examiner to burst out coins.
Only a small portion of the well-intentioned candidates spared him from torment.
Even the audience gradually realized that this deputy examiner really seemed to be a bit off, as everyone could stump him with questions.
After all, there was an integrity monitoring system for exams, so examiners couldn’t help candidates cheat.
Carlen was particularly merciless in "beating up the weak."
She asked questions that made the mysterious examiner break out in a sweat.
"Seriously, what’s up with this deputy examiner?"
"Is he going easy on them?"
"He can’t give them an easy time, he seems genuinely like a bottom-tier Gold-level."
"Then isn’t it a joke to have him as the chief examiner in the third round?"
Audiences, who had planned to leave after seeing enough, ended up staying much longer due to exceptionally good entertainment this year, with some even returning after dinner to continue watching. The performances of the deputy examiner were quite the appetite stimulator.
Why is it that every time someone comes in, they "grill" him?
Although the deputy examiner appeared mysterious, he was quite nice, not giving the other candidates any trouble, and was very polite.
The audience couldn’t help but wonder in their hearts, aren’t you afraid he will take revenge in the third round after what you’ve done to him?
It looks like today even if a dog came by, it would have a go at kicking him.
Passing the Platinum Level Card Maker exam requires passing all three rounds, but sometimes, if one doesn’t pass, they can still gain credit by scoring extremely high in a particular section.
When high credits for all six sections are obtained, one can apply to the Southern Continent Cardmaker Association.
Meeting certain additional conditions might allow one to become a cardmaker on an application basis at the Platinum Level.
So the lure of credits was quite strong.
Finally.
The next candidate’s turn arrived.
A freelance Cardmaker from the Nanwantina of Hutton Kingdom, a young woman with gray hair and golden eyes.
In a simulated discussion classroom on the third floor of Colmpton Library at Parriet Art University in Aiford’s Home, the deputy examiner looked exhausted.
However, he could expectly undergo several more rounds of grilling today.
"Candidates who are mysteriously recommended without a professional history, either turn out ordinary or are monsters, like Migaya was such a case."
"This miss with gray hair is clearly the stern ice mountain type."
The audience in the arena hall couldn’t help but pityingly sigh.
"First, let’s confirm the personal information according to the process."
The deputy examiner picked up the information sheet presented to him by the Shadow World and spoke to Talia, who had already sat down across the table,
"Tata, recommended candidate from the Hutton Kingdom, unmarried, age 25."
When he said the last part, it seemed like he was biting his lip under the mask.
It seemed so amusing that it healed his fatigue from the whole afternoon.
"..."
Talia slightly lowered her head.
If it weren’t for the rule against hitting examiners, Talia would have pummeled Lanci on the spot.
Really, is there something wrong with this man? He has been tormented all afternoon, yet he still has the mood for such damned thoughts?
Talia felt she couldn’t seem to understand Lanci.
Originally, she had thought about maybe caring for Lanci today, consoling him after the exam, but now she just felt she was overthinking it.
"Miss Tata, you..."
The deputy examiner continued.
"..."
Her eyes, bright as polished gold, swept over the two examiners. The deputy examiner wanted to say something, but a sweep from Tata’s captivating gaze choked the words back.
"Please start the examination."
She prompted.
"Alright."
The deputy examiner immediately sat up straighter.
This made Bruden, the chief examiner, glance sideways at the deputy examiner.
Are you that scared of her?
And you’re the examiner, she’s the candidate, what’s with this reflex?
"The first question is about a discussion on the foundational theory of Spiritual Magic, please start from the core and unfold your discussion."
The deputy examiner cleared his throat and asked Talia.
"As is well known, the core of Spiritual Magic isn’t just about the power of consciousness, but more about the unity of the mind and the spirit..."
Talia began her explanation.
And the deputy examiner didn’t say a word, appearing to have given up already.
He now seemed like someone who wouldn’t resist even if you took him for all he’s worth.
"The layered model of Spiritual Magic Power is a trinity—consciousness, spirit, and soul. The constructor of the spell must achieve perfect unity among these three to bring the Spiritual Magic to its highest level of harmony."
At this point, she stopped discussing and looked up at the deputy examiner sitting opposite her,
"Sir Examiner, regarding the content I’ve just mentioned, what aspects would you like to understand more deeply?"
After speaking, she quietly waited.
"..."
The deputy examiner’s gaze stalled.
It was as if he had never been asked a question like that.
Even though he was also being questioned by a candidate, this time, the candidate wholly gave him the choice.
His puzzled look almost seemed to ask Talia, why don’t you just use me to score points, why bother with this question that is neither easy nor rewarding.
"..."
Lanci’s inquiring gaze continued as Talia responded with a slightly mischievous smile in her eyes,
The more you want to irritate me, the less I will comply with your wish to treat you as a tool.
She would rather score less but maintain Lanci’s dignity.
