On the second day, there were not many nobles outside the academy. They were basically all civilians. However, those who could give their children 15 gold coins to play with were probably from well-off families.
The door opened. Lu Ang relied on his natural divine power, iron body skills, basic physique, and Fengxu Yufeng. He easily squeezed into the first echelon. He came to the registration office and started queuing up to register and pay. It was the third person's turn:
"Name?"
"Leon, Leon Leonardo."
Lu Ang inquired and found out that this is a very common name and surname in this world, equivalent to Zhang Wei.
"Are you a local?"
"Coming from out of town."
After all, he has an oriental appearance, so Lu Ang chose to play it safe.
"registery fee."
Lu Ang handed over the small cloth bag that he had prepared long ago.
The gray-robed arcanist took the bag, made a sudden movement, raised his head, and said with a slightly trembling voice: "You...can you take off your hood?"
The clothes Lu Ang chose had a hood, which could cover his hair and half of his face to prevent him from attracting attention.
After hearing this, Lu Ang hesitated for a second before taking off his hood, revealing his face with glasses.
"Shock... Cathayans!" The gray-robed arcanist took a step back, not even caring that his chair fell over.
Following his surprise, everyone around him also looked over, immediately triggering a series of exclamations.
what's the situation? Is the oriental appearance so eye-catching? Who are the Cathayans? Can't they be enemies? I have read a lot of books in the study rooms of several nobles in the past two days, but I haven't seen anything about Cathayans.
Lu Ang subconsciously wanted to activate the space phase yo-yo, but after looking around, he stopped.
He didn't see hostility or anger in the eyes of the onlookers, but mostly surprise and curiosity, with a little flinch and...respect?
It seems that I have been shopping all over the city in the past few days, and I have indeed not seen a single oriental face. They look like this, how ordinary people looked at foreigners when it was first opened?
There shouldn't be any danger, right?
"Can I sign up?" Lu Ang asked proactively to speed up the process.
"Of course... of course." The gray-robed arcanist was a young man. He didn't even have time to support the chair. He immediately leaned over and started to register, and then made a gesture to guide: "Okay, you can go in."
Just like yesterday, not long after, the hall was filled with two to three hundred people, and the door of the hall was temporarily closed.
Standing closest to the high platform of the crystal ball in the middle, Lu Ang felt a little uncomfortable. He always had direct or evasive glances, which made him feel like a giant panda in a zoo cage, meeting foreign tourists. group.
Even the two middle-aged arcanists on the stage were the same. They glanced over from time to time with unconcealed curiosity in their eyes.
This was taught to me like a foreign student.
The first two were ordinary civilians, young and energetic, with strong bodies. Unfortunately, their talents were limited and their light did not shine through the crystal ball, so they were eliminated miserably.
Then, under the gaze of everyone, Lu Ang walked onto the stage in the middle.
Just as he was about to put his hand on the crystal ball, he was stopped by the lightning arcanist: "This... may be a bit presumptuous. I really didn't expect that we can still see Cathayans here in Yongxia Province... I I’m just a little curious. In your capacity, why don’t you go to Hope City or Miracle City to learn arcana instead of coming to this remote place like ours?”
His tone and wording make it seem like this so-called Cathay man has a high status? I can actually enjoy a wave of racial benefits?
"I have been traveling here and am planning to live there for a while and learn some arcane arts." Lu Ang could only try to find an excuse.
"So that's it, you are actually a traveler!" The lightning arcanist suddenly realized: "It is really an honor for our college that you come to study in our college. Please, please..."
What's happening here? So humble to please? There are a lot of people here now. If you go to a place with few people, do you have to kneel down on the spot?
Forget it, with this attitude, my next study should go smoothly, which is a good thing.
Finally, Lu Ang put his hand on the crystal ball.
A slight suction, is this spiritual power? It seems like...the mental power has formed a vortex?
After thinking about it, Lu Ang did not hide his strength and released all his spiritual consciousness.
In an instant, the crystal ball shone brightly, and blue light shot out, illuminating the entire hall and the surprised and admiring faces of everyone in the audience.
Lu Ang even felt that there seemed to be a trace of water vapor in the air, like a forest that had just experienced a heavy rain.
Is it that exaggerated? It feels like it has water properties too! Is this spiritual root on the cultivation side actually linked to the elemental affinity on the magic side? What is the principle of this?
"Sir, stop now." The lightning arcanist hurriedly said: "There is no need to test. This is a true super-level water element affinity. You are worthy of being a Cathay man. With your talent, even in the City of Miracles The most dazzling genius, I think, even Senator Bernoulli, who founded the school of fluid plasticity, is willing to personally guide you."
Have you ever studied in Kua Kua Qun? How can you praise someone? But what you mean is that the small temple cannot accommodate a big Buddha like me?
This city of miracles, this school of fluid plasticity, sounds like the kind of place where great powers are everywhere, and advanced practitioners are not as good as dogs. My strength is limited, so it’s better not to go to such a ghost place for the time being.
Fortunately, the Lightning Arcanist had work to do and couldn't stop to flatter him. Lu Ang stood in the passer-by area and continued to receive the glances from all directions.
The talent test was very fast. After a while, everyone had finished the test, which was slightly less than yesterday. Including myself, 28 people passed and came to the second floor.
The white-robed arcanist who led everyone upstairs immediately ran to the summoning arcanist who was presiding over the assessment, began to whisper, and pointed at himself carefully, making the examiner gradually look shocked.
Fortunately, the Summoning Arcanist saw that his knees were a little stiffer and did not come over to flatter him. He introduced the assessment items and handed out papers and questions just like yesterday.
However, looking at the topic on the blackboard, Lu Ang frowned.
It's not more difficult, but simpler. The original five questions were mixed arithmetic operations, four word problems, and one equation question. Now it has become nine questions, four mixed arithmetic operations, and one word question. The grade was directly reduced from the sixth grade to the third grade. .
Is he... afraid that I won't be able to pass? Are you afraid that I will become angry? Do you want to lick it like this?
Who can handle this kind of question? Although I didn't get admitted to Qingbei, I did get admitted to Suomoliu 211, right? Who are you looking down on here? Uninformed people saw it and thought I wouldn’t do it!
There was nothing to do. In less than two minutes, Lu Ang had written all the answers, walked straight over, and took the initiative to hand in the paper.
"Ah, you are worthy of being a Cathay man!" The Summoning Arcanist didn't seem to flatter me very often, and he was a little stiff when flattering him: "The assessment was completed so quickly, wow! It was all right! It only took such a short time! What a genius! What a genius! I have always heard that the Cathayans are the most intelligent race in the world. I didn’t believe it before, but now I really believe it..."
What's your expression? Do you want your tone to be so exaggerated? I am so embarrassed that I wish I could drill into the ground with ten consecutive lithotripsy spells! Can you please stop taking pictures?
What can Lu Ang do? I could only take the initiative to return to my seat and work hard to get through the remaining forty-three minutes.
Seconds passed like years, and finally, Lu Ang and other qualified candidates were taken to the third floor to participate in the final learning ability assessment.
The white-robed arcanist followed the whole process and gave instructions to the black-skinned arcanist who was presiding over the assessment.
As expected, it was also the scroll of [Mage's Hand]. The black-skinned arcanist changed from the coldness of keeping silent yesterday and began to explain the secret of this arcane skill carefully and repeatedly, and even demonstrated it on the spot. The transformation method was demonstrated several times.
With this level of instruction, no matter how stupid you are, you can learn it.
Sure enough, unlike yesterday's elimination rate of nearly half, today's group of people all successfully released the spell within forty-five minutes and passed the assessment.
But Lu Ang was different. When it was his turn, he did not use the magic hand, but used the object control technique, and also picked up the wooden stick.
Looking at the expression of the black-skinned arcanist, he didn't seem to notice the difference between the two, but immediately began to praise: "Good! Very good! Very perfect! I have never seen such perfect hands of a mage! I think , even if Lord Isaac, who originally improved this arcane art, is here, he may not be able to do it so perfectly..."
There is no doubt that Lu Ang successfully passed all the examinations and became a student of the Arcane Academy of Golden Halberd City.
But, what’s going on with this feeling of no sense of achievement at all?
I suddenly don’t want to take this course.
(End of chapter)
