The great sage is very tired

Chapter 38

The team moved forward very fast, and the team in front of Orfield was shortening at a speed visible to the naked eye, but all the people who came out of the examination room looked livid and ravaged.

Usually, as an examiner of a certain level of magician, his level is at least two levels higher than that of the candidates. That is to say, among the fourth-level magicians that Orfield tested, the lowest examiner among them is a sixth-level magician.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" behind Orfield, who was wailing while grabbing his hair, which attracted the attention of people around him.

The young man suddenly realized that his voice was too loud to affect others, so he immediately covered his mouth with his hands and shut himself off.

This is the so-called pre-examination syndrome, right?Oldfield was not surprised. Since he was reborn into this era, he found that such symptoms have not been uncommon since the so-called "academy" and "examination" patterns came into being.And the terrible thing about "pre-examination syndrome" is that even if the medical industry develops so rapidly, there is no way to effectively eliminate this disease for more than 2000 years.

Together with "procrastination", it can be called the two major medical problems in the interstellar world.

Seeing that there was nothing special about it, the people around them all played with their brains on their own, the young man behind Offield heaved a sigh of relief, and began to try to talk to Offield.

"Student, how old are you?" asked him in a low voice.

Anyway, idleness is idleness, and Orfield is quite willing to chat with the young man behind him, rather than lowering his head and brushing his brain.

"Thirteen."

"What, only thirteen!" The young man's eyes widened in shock. Although his youthful and childish facial features can make people see at a glance that Orfield is not an adult, his temperament makes him look much more stable and makes people In any case, he cannot be connected with the age of "thirteen".

"That's over," the young man said with the word "decadent" written all over his face, "We're out of the game this time."

"Why?" Offield didn't understand why he was so depressed, and he was clearly clearing his brain quite easily before.

"An acquaintance who took the exam earlier sent me a message." The young man lowered his voice, "This time the examiner is 'Evil Ghost Instructor'. He is very strict, and because of his late maturity, he especially looks down on young mages."

Demon mentor?Offield raised an eyebrow.

The title "mentor" cannot be used casually. The magician who can be called "mentor" can only be a magician above the seventh level, because the seventh-level and eighth-level mages in the modern classification correspond to the ancient magisters. Level, that's why it's called that.

The magisters of the seventh and eighth levels and the great magisters of the ninth and tenth levels are already at the top of the pyramid among magicians, and the level of sages standing at the top of the tower can be counted with two hands in the entire galaxy.

"Teacher Evil Ghost," the young man saw that Orfield didn't know much, and he was very happy to gossip with him. He cleared his throat: "Hey, it's Teacher Ernie, who always thinks that young mages don't have enough accumulation. Too much pursuit of level, so they are extremely strict with young mages."

"I am 25 years old. When I took the third-level exam for the first time five years ago, Mentor Ernie was the examiner." The young man put on a look of unbearable expression: "At that time, the examiner in charge of us was temporarily busy. The third-level group and the fourth-level group The grade groups were all grouped together to take the exam, and they were beaten to the point of autism at that time, really."

"I was quite confident at first, and I felt that there was nothing wrong with me..." The young man shivered when he thought of his past: "Why me again!!! It was like this before and it is like this now! Could it be that only I have reached the seventh level to avoid being It’s abominable to be dominated by such fear!!!”

The exam is held every ten days, and the examiners are sent by the association in rotation.There are many mages in the association, and the mages are quite busy, especially this kind of high-level mage is very difficult to find, and it is already the limit to rotate once a year.

With such a low probability, he didn't expect to meet him a second time, which was a bit miserable.

"Don't think so," Orfield calmly analyzed: "Maybe when you reach the seventh level, Ernie's mentor has already reached the ninth level? Isn't it just right?"

Youth: "..." I'm heartbroken, old man.

"The next candidate, Orfield Chris, please enter the examination room."

Finally it was Orfield's turn to take the exam. He straightened his clothes a little and walked into the exam room.

There are three teachers in one examination room, one chief examiner, and two assistant examiners.The assistant examiner is a low-level magician from the association, whose main task is to assist the chief examiner to complete the assessment and certification, which is equivalent to invigilating the examination.

Mentor Ernie looks like a middle-aged man, his black hair is mixed with a lot of white hair, half black and half white hair makes him look a lot of vicissitudes.His facial features are sharp and angular, and there are two shallow vertical lines between his brows, as if he is always frowning.His lips were tightly pursed, and his face looked a little unhappy. He didn't know how those candidates offended him before, and his face was as black as a pot.

"Good afternoon, the three examiners. I am Candidate Orfield Chris." Orfield put his right hand above his left chest, bowed slightly, and saluted the examiners.

The two assistant examiners had a good impression of Offield, and they nodded to Offield with a smile as a response. Only Mentor Ernie, who was sitting in the middle, frowned impatiently. Leaning leisurely on the table, the other hand flicked the light screen to compare the information of Orfield.

"A...second-year student from the First School of Magic?" Ernie seemed to want to sneer, but for some reason he didn't make it too loudly. No matter how he heard it, his half-smile tone was full of contempt and disdain.

It seems that the previous gossip is still true to a certain extent, Orfield thought to himself, if it wasn't for his self-cultivation, if he had a bad temper, he would be ridiculed when he first showed up, and he probably wanted to beat him up.

"The young mage now..." He paused, although he didn't directly sarcastically, but he left half of what he said, and his expression that he didn't want to be beaten all showed that the magister was not happy. "At the age of 13, I took the CET-[-] exam directly. I don't know where the confidence comes from."

Offield did not refute. Although he only lived for 50 years in his last life, he has more knowledge than many high-level magicians who have lived for two to three hundred years.Oldfield has seen a lot, which means he is more accepting and tolerant of others.He could even understand this Ernie mentor, his hostile attitude towards a group of people because of his own experience.

What's more, the so-called "look down on young mages" is just hearsay, although his current performance is indeed as people say.

Offield kept a polite smile.

"Accuracy test," Ernie picked out an exam question at random: "Manipulate the fire snake magic to make it pass through the wall."

The electronic wall rises from the ground. The thickness of the wall is about one meter thick, with a hole the size of a basketball hoop in the middle.This test is to test whether the magician who takes the exam can control the size of the "fire snake" of the fire snake magic within a passable range.There is a sensor device in the wall, which will automatically feed back the form to the examiner based on the measured data.

There is nothing difficult about it.Aufield spread his five fingers, palms facing upwards, and whispered a spell, the magic power gathered from his whole body to his fingertips, and a small red magic circle formed above his fingertips.And a long fiery snake emerged from the magic circle, followed the master's will, slowly swam into mid-air, and passed through the wall.

This kind of magic Orfield has not seriously recited the spell for many years, although before the test, he also bought a few books "Level [-] Spells Intensively Explained and Refined", "The Great Sage-Level [-] Lesson Plan", "Five Years [-] Level Three-Year Simulation", and read the reference book carefully, but because I am not very proficient, I recite the spell slowly.

But the effect is also extremely amazing.

Aufield thinks that the size of the Fire Snake is very well controlled, and if it is bigger than the hole, it will be judged as out of the circle, and if it is too much smaller than the hole, it will also be recorded by the system and lower its own score.Of course, Offield would not make such low-level mistakes, and his magic could be called flawless.

"Accuracy test C." Ernie glanced at the data fed back on the screen, and signaled the assistant examiner to enter the score into the system.

Magic practical exams cannot be completely separated from real-person evaluations, but most of them are supported by professional data, just like the magic of Orfield just now, the grade feedback on the light screen is clearly SS, but the examiner waved his hand and it directly changed to SS. Became C etc.

The polite smile that had been on Oldfield's lips disappeared.

Strictly speaking, there is no difference between SS, etc. or C, etc., just like graduating from college, most people will only pay attention to your diploma, not your specific grade ranking.Even for Offield, who wanted to hide his strength, flying at low altitude was more in line with his age and identity.

But Oldfield didn't think so.

He could tell that the examiner did it on purpose.His judgment was unreasonable, and he added a lot of his subjective opinions into it-in short, he just deliberately lowered the score because he didn't like Orfield.

Offield could understand his dislike for himself and the resulting bad attitude, but deliberately suppressing students' scores because of personal preferences, it really has no bottom line.

"Mentor, I have objections." Of course, Offield would not stand there and let others slaughter him. He argued hard: "I would like to know what is the reason for such a big gap between machine judgment and human judgment?"

"The judgment is just for reference." Ernie looked at Orfield unkindly: "And I don't think your magic level is up to the fourth-level standard." He said: "It takes too long for your magic to activate."

Daily Instant Offield: "..."

"The mastery of spells is also not good, not fluent."

Offield, who had stopped reciting the mantra for a long time: "..."

"The young mages nowadays," Ernie sneered, "they are pretentious if they have some small talents. They are always pursuing vain fame and fortune. Instead of earnestly enriching themselves and practicing hard, they engage in crooked ways. The actual level is not as good as However, in order to get the rating, Guan specially practiced the content of the exam. Even if you pass the exam, can you prove that you are a qualified mage? I don’t have any skills. Can you tell the Zerg about your mage level on the battlefield to scare them off?”

"Do not make jokes!"

"You are a group of useless level bastards!"

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Set up a table on the bed to code, and fell asleep after coding... In the middle of the night, I turned over and almost turned over the bed table and the computer on it...

#Often feel unworthy of my little angels because I am too sculpted#