There was sudden chaos at the front of the student line. A rickety creature was surrounded by freshmen, raising his hands to explain something - the reason he didn't make a too panicked expression seemed to be simply because his expression system did not support it. A metz's table of pure gold floated between the two curtains. The latest ritual order is for all students to grow the backs of their hands to facilitate the addition of marks. This obviously gave some poor guy a hard time.
"I can't see it." Dosmas tilted his head and observed for a while - he seemed to be expecting a conflict between the students and the faculty of the college, so that he could interfere and do something big that he didn't know yet. "There are more students with long arms than students with carapace, so we let the minority obey the majority. The marks have to be placed in the same place, right?" He looked over inquiringly to check. "That way we can make them have a similar effect - like hooks," he explains somewhat redundantly. "Insert pointed hooks into the flesh and bones and hang them up to dry. The upward part should be about the same——"
Icha really knew what Dosmas wanted to say. But it didn't work. Understanding brings a deeper level of disgust. That's how it is sometimes. "You put marks on them, are you planning to hang them up later?"
"Did I say that?" Dosmas blinked. "That's a metaphor. Grandpa."
The students seemed to be reassured. Spread out slowly. The team began to move forward in an orderly manner again. Insert it between one of the columns. Logically speaking, as a teacher, Dosmas didn't have to accompany him, but he still followed him. The young devil looked around and gave him some analysis and comments that were neither salty nor bland from time to time. Of course, he did not forget Yi Cha's concern for his work, and there were also some different types of boring content mixed in those boring words. He was always bored to the point of boredom.
Icha patiently waited until they reached the fork in the queue, where they could already see the marked ceremony area - a small enclosed place with a conspicuous entrance and exit. Various students banged the door, came out holding their hands, and fell onto the benches lined up against the wall, moaning. About a third of the benches were still empty. Once they are all filled with new students, Imetz will announce the next item. Screening will begin soon.
Select individuals among students who are suitable for the glory of the Mathematical Olympiad and can take charge of the new blueprint plan...
Two questions. What is the new blueprint plan? What kind of screening does Yimetz plan to do?
"Yimeizi has a new plan? What is the old plan?" Dosmas interrupted and asked.
"By the way, Grandpa. What do you think is special about today?" Dosmas asked again.
They passed a pole with a gray ribbon tied to it. A rickety creature was holding its tip with its toes, perched on it. "Prepare the backs of your hands. If you don't have the backs of your hands, go this way." He gave them mechanical orders in a condescending manner. He looked at the side of the bifurcation - small structural assembly was being carried out intensively there.
He flashed the back of his hand, walked to the relatively free side of the passage, and entered the ceremony area in two steps.
As soon as you enter the ritual area, you can feel a considerable concentration of life energy closing in from all sides - no wonder Yimeiz chose to hand over such a crucial step to others. A dead soul like him soaking here is like iron in the rain, although for a moment It may seem indestructible, but it is inevitably susceptible to long-lasting damage. Each rickety school worker is responsible for a small magic circle - their movements are agile and smooth, and they obviously have an excellent understanding of the principles and processes.
Yicha was quickly assigned in front of a small magic circle - a small combination of runes was held up by a gold-plated base, reaching just to their elbows. Shines with a cheerful pale green shimmer.
"Put it in the center. With the back of your hand facing up." The rickety school foreman in front of the circle said without raising his head. Each of them is similar, not very talkative.
"Of course." Icha said. Then looked at Dosmas.
The young devil didn't react immediately.
"Me? I'm a professor. No need to mark myself as a student," he said. A little confused. Yi Cha continued to stare at him, as if expecting him to understand.
Why? Dosmas understood it himself before asking. His eyes lit up. "Oh. A legend of the universe." This is a step towards becoming a legend of the universe... He looked at Ichaint. Grandpa made arrangements. Now is the time to make arrangements to cash out.
Yi Cha nodded, the expression on his face was a bit complicated. Dosmas took this as encouragement and placed his hand on the circle.
Half a minute later, he crashed through the door and slammed himself into an empty chair.
"How about it?"
Yi checked for a few seconds before slowly catching up.
"It hurts very much." It took Dosmas a long time to say anything. "But it doesn't matter," he said. His tone was as if the other person was in pain and he was speaking to comfort him. "As long as I can become a devil like grandpa, no matter what I do, I will..."
"That's not what I asked." Yi Cha said impatiently. "Weird." He stood aside, his eyes wandering around. "Like I told you before, is there anything strange?"
Dosmas put the backs of her hands under her thighs and looked at him in confusion.
"What's strange?" The mathematician's calculation table was diagonally opposite the Demon Duke. It seemed that they were having a silent, fierce confrontation - Dosmas would rather think so than regard it as a misunderstanding. "What did you tell me? Grandpa?"
Maybe it's really a misunderstanding. Because Yi Cha quickly turned his head and glanced out of the corner of his eye, as if he was surprised. "You can't hear the radio?"
"What broadcast?"
Anyway. Dosmas wasn't sure whether it was good or bad. This time Zhante Hincades turned around completely and stared at him intently. This kind of thing doesn't happen often. Either he's made a big mistake. Or do it right the first time.
"Should I hear anything?" he asked. Trying to figure it out. "If I've missed anything," he glanced quickly at the one mez behind the golden desk. Not if. he thinks. He thought back to the process of queuing and realized that he must have missed his grandfather's key instructions. "Come to my office. Join me." He struggled to stand. "There we can talk without interruption. The emblem to mobilize the power of hell is also there. We can call upon Chaos at any time."
Yi Cha neither agreed nor objected, and seemed to be lost in thought. Metz's calculation table floated to the center of the hall. Dosmas looked around. I don’t know when the benches were filled with new students.
"Welcome to the Fifth Mathematical Olympiad Academy." Yimeizi's hoarse voice echoed over the hall.
"Let's go." Dosmas said solemnly. Pulled to check. "Don't worry. Make preparations first." Of course, he didn't know what preparations to make. But after all, the legendary road is about to begin. During this period, all the rough and shabby work that he has done conscientiously to lower his status will be rewarded. "Come back later. I promise, I will do my best to cooperate..."
"That's too late."
Icha sighed. Almost at the same time, Dosmas felt a sharp pain on the back of his hand, which was almost too much for him to bear. He took out his hand and looked at it. The newly stamped college mark twisted into an ugly shape. A pointed hook that appeared out of nowhere was inserted into the center, embedded deeply inside.
"Dear students, the first entrance test begins now." Yimeiz said.
The bony hand pulled in the air.
