The final exam of Minerva House is different from other branches of Homemon Watts: black tea and coffee are prepared in the lecture theater where light incense is lit, and snacks are available at any time. The aristocratic students in the magic department came here early to fill out the name list, received the test papers for each subject, laid out blankets on the seats by the floor-to-ceiling windows, and waited until six o'clock in the evening to finish answering each subject. If you are unable to attend, you can also apply to the professor for assessment by project report, which is very convenient.
The military department is in another classroom. There are no floor-to-ceiling windows. The skylight is locked with a small iron grille, as if to guard against thieves. The candidates, whose school uniform sleeves were embroidered with green leaves, also came early. You have to bring hot water by yourself, otherwise your fingers will be frozen in the winter and you will not be able to answer hundreds of pages of papers; if you are more careful, you can also bring a blanket, or ask the school to buy lunch and eat it in a hurry. , then you can have more snacks. The students in this subject are mostly the second sons or daughters of small local nobles, and they probably don't have such comfort.
Only those with embroidered flower buds on their sleeves could go to the large classroom with floor-to-ceiling windows and sunshine, order some drinks and snacks, and answer questions quietly.
Lana looked at the ceiling, trying to remember the lecture notes he had memorized these days. He always felt that magic knowledge and modeling were too unfamiliar and boring. Fiona forced him to endorse it, and he couldn't be lively for a few days. Others did the same, either reciting it in a hurry, hiding the pieces of paper in their sleeves, or carving them on the table.
Only when you see someone coming to the examination room can you laugh a few times.
Griffith is the only one in the military department with a title. He has a tall and tall figure, a sharp face, a clean shaven chin, and eyebrows like swords. Everyone remembers that when he first arrived, he looked like a tree with roots stained with soil. These days, he also dresses up and his face becomes white. Although the clothes he wore were military uniforms, they were still made of woolen fabrics that had been custom-made for a large amount of money. They were not like the uniforms that many people had washed and starched over and over again, and were extra crisp.
As soon as Griffith arrived at the examination room, all the students in the military department looked at him and laughed, and some shouted: "Xiao Yugan, you are playing with girls, why did you kneel down three times!"
He didn't answer. He just took out a volume of documents from his schoolbag and placed it in front of the teaching assistant: "I have applied for papers on etching calculations and reports on prophecy and divination with the professors."
When Lana saw it, he deliberately shouted loudly: "Didn't you lose to a girl? Where did the paper come from? Could it be..."
Griffith turned his head, opened his eyes and said, "Shut up!"
Nona also laughed and raised her hand: "That's right, I saw you with my own eyes the day before yesterday when Fiona built a defense tower at the door and used artillery to block the second mine and beat you!"
Griffith's face turned red, and the veins on his forehead popped out, and he argued: "If you use tactics, you can't be considered a loser... Can the engineers building fortifications and blocking the door be considered a loser?"
Someone else shouted:
"Then being jumped to death by the ranger counts as a loss?"
"How does it feel to kill someone with a single punch for 200K?"
Griffith muttered one after another, such as "use the tower RUSH to defeat the enemy", "Elven IMBA", "Oh, shut up" and so on. Everyone burst into laughter, and the atmosphere inside and outside the examination room was filled with joy.
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"How will you spend your weekend tomorrow?"
At night, Rana sat in the back row and watched Griffith get up after finally finishing the exam. The 1.9 meter tall knight stood up from the small table and chair and shook twice like a bear emerging from a honey jar.
"I'll go set it up and meet you for hot pot tomorrow night."
Griffith said with a serious expression. However, the test papers have been handed in, and there is nothing I can do about it. No matter how worried I am, it won't help. However, he bought a small house in the town. It had no access control and no prefects. It was better than a dormitory. It was very comfortable when he thought about it. Although everyone talked about him before the exam, on the weekend, they all wanted to spend the night in his room.
Griffith took a sip of ice-cold coffee, and his frozen expression gradually returned to normal. Kurala came closer and asked: "Griffith, you won't fail the exam, will you?"
Griffith glanced at the girl with white hair and red eyes, and hummed with an air of disdain, feeling that she was even more unlovable. Lasalle then asked: "Who will help you with tutoring if you fail the exam, Miss Elf or Miss Count?"
Griffith immediately looked depressed and uneasy, his face was covered with a layer of gray, and he said something; this time it was all "no, no, no", "I have a chance to win", and the like. There are some things I don’t understand. At this time, everyone burst into laughter. The atmosphere inside and outside the examination room was filled with joy.
At these moments, Lana could chime in and laugh, and Griffith would never have a fit. After leaving the examination room and walking outside, Griffith discovered that Lana did not go back to the dormitory, but walked towards the street with him.
"You live outside?"
Lana nodded slightly: "Fiona insisted on buying it, and it cost tens of thousands of silver francs. She will come to me later."
"Oh——" Griffith understood immediately, "What did you do in Verona in the fall?"
"What else could it be? Marching and fighting, studying for lessons, and having some fun."
"What exactly is fun?"
Speaking of this, Lana suddenly became interested: "Fiona originally brought it up. I was hesitant and didn't have the courage, and she laughed at me. But after trying it, Griffith, you and I Tell me, the passion that makes your body and soul tremble is truly unimaginable!"
"..." Griffith was speechless for a moment.
"Later I took the initiative to bring it up, and it got out of hand. As long as it was a safe time, I couldn't stop all night," Lana said, his eyes shining, "Fiona couldn't bear it anymore, so she could only beg me. Go find someone else to play, hahaha!"
"What are you talking about..." Griffith became more and more confused.
"You can come and try it another day!" Lana made an astonishing suggestion, "Invite Galadia and Sonia during the winter vacation. Let's go together. The more people we have, the more exciting it will be!"
"Can we still have five people together?"
"Of course," Lana nodded repeatedly, "The more people we have, the more we can relax."
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Griffith returns to the cabin. The moment I closed the door, I couldn't help but sigh softly.
Although I don't come here often, my cabin feels like home, and even the cold air is particularly pleasant.
He lit the fireplace, took off his coat, put away the food and drinks he had purchased, and was about to prepare to welcome his classmates as guests tomorrow. At this moment, he heard a slight noise in the kitchen, and subconsciously pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword and leaned over.
He tiptoed, looked around, and found a moving figure in the kitchen. Before he could see clearly, the figure flashed out:
"Good evening! You are finally back!"
Galadia was wearing an apron, holding a spoon in her hand and twirling it in the steaming cauldron, and then scooped out a bowl.
Griffith was taken aback. Before he could figure out what was going on, the girl had already tilted her head towards him with crooked eyebrows:
"I've been waiting for you for a long time! You have to eat first and take a shower first.
"Let's eat something else first~"
