Don't disturb the sorcerer's scientific research

Chapter 43 Margaret Sweating
Margaret is going through one of the most trying moments in her life.

The atmosphere in the examination center seemed suffocating, making her dare not even breathe.

Dean Nico and the teachers in the test-setting group were stunned, staring at Jia Xiu in the projection without blinking.

If it was not Jia Xiu who did this, but other candidates, Margaret might just watch it for fun.

But the one who did this was Jia Xiu!
The student she planned to recruit performed an incredible feat in the second round of the entrance examination, under the watchful eyes of the entire test-setting team and even Dean Nico.

"I, the Lord of the Sun, send you money!"

Is this something a normal person can say?

Is he a genius or a madman.

Or both?
When he enters school in the future, he will take him to academic conferences, and other spellcasters in the industry will see Jia Xiu.

"Hey, isn't this Brother Qian?"

He turned around and looked at her again, "Oh, isn't this the mentor of the Lord of the Sun?"

Ah—how embarrassing!

Margaret shook her head. It was such a horrible scene that she felt like her toes were about to touch the ground. She quickly shook her head out of it.

Now is not the time to think about the future.

The key point at the moment is whether the dean will cancel Jia Xiu’s examination qualification in anger.

It shouldn't be that serious. In the first two batches, one was a tax payer and the other was a robber, but they were not disqualified. Jia Xiu just "slightly" exploited a loophole, so he won't be disqualified.

But then again, the tax preparer and the robber are also top-notch "talents". I wonder which unlucky mentor will need to guide these two.

I can't help laughing when I think about it.

The dean and the people in the question-setting group were frozen in silence for a long time, without saying a word.

Margaret rubbed her hands anxiously, not knowing where to look.

The eerie atmosphere lasted for several minutes.

Suddenly, Dean Nico's cheerful laughter broke the silence.

"Hahaha, registering as the Lord of the Sun and then taking a cut from the Adventurer's Association, what did he come up with? I like this guy."

Margaret looked at the dean who suddenly laughed out loud and felt even weirder.

Do you really like this guy?
If you like Jia Xiu, why would you grit your teeth and pull out your beard after laughing?
This is because you are so angry that you can't hold it back and laugh!

The last person who went crazy because of Jia Xiu was Professor Pied, and he hasn't recovered yet.

I keep muttering strange formulas while walking on the street every day.

It is said that he has been pondering the infinite descent method recently, which has given him a glimpse of light leading to the answer.

Could it be that Jia Xiu had also made the dean become like that?

At this time, the head of the test-setting team spoke up, "But Jia Xiu is doing this. Theoretically speaking, he's taking money from other candidates and making things more difficult for them."

"It seems so."

The adjusted logic is completely in line with the rules of the Adventurer's Association, so the association will not lose money.

The dungeon owner's commission will naturally not be deducted from the association's share, but will only be borne by the adventurers.

But in this exam, the amount of money earned is directly related to whether you pass the exam and your final ranking.

Jia Xiu's action can be regarded as automatically deducting five points from the answer sheets of the other candidates in the same batch except him.

Super hateful behavior.

Dean Nico rolled the plucked beard into a small ball and held it in his hands.

"But ultimately, it was our design that made Jia Xiu's actions possible, so the scores of these candidates will be treated as if the 5% deduction was not made."

After thinking for a moment, he added, "This matter won't be made public for the time being. Let him be hated by the other candidates for a while, hehehe..."

……

In the phantom world.

Ben, a new spellcaster from Zhenxin Town, ran out of the dungeon happily. In his small bag were a lot of goblin ears, which were proof that he had completed the commission.

As a candidate with very limited strength, he believes that he does not have the ability to compete for rankings, and his expectation for himself is just to earn enough to pass the standard.

After selecting commissions for a long time in the Adventurer's Guild, Ben found a way to pass the exam that he felt was very suitable for him.

Hunting goblins.

After deducting the commission, each one costs 15 hercules, so 200 of them are enough for 30 kronor.

Such a good commission is not found in the real world. In normal villages and towns, there will only be commissions for hunting goblins in the few years when the villages and towns are still small.

It won't take long to clear the goblins from the area where people can move around. But in this phantom world, the goblins will respawn.

The number of 200 sounds a bit too much, but as long as we grit our teeth and work hard, there is hope of getting enough in three days.

Carrying his spoils, Ben trotted to the association. He had to seize every minute and hunt as much as possible.

The association was packed with people, making a lot of noise, as if they were shouting for the Lord to die.

I don’t know what happened. I don’t like to join in the fun.

He came to the window and said, "I'm here to submit a goblin hunting request."

"Okay," the staff member said with a smile, "You submitted a total of 15 goblin left ears, and you will receive a commission of 2 crowns, 13 hulls, and 75 points."

"Wait!" Ben interrupted immediately, "How come there are both decimals and whole numbers? Isn't it 15 herre each?"

"Because the commission has been increased to 5% for the Lord of the Sun, and this is the Temple of the Sun, the profit from the adventure will be shared with the owner according to the rules."

"Lord of the Sun? Where did the Lord of the Sun come from? Didn't you mention it when you accepted the commission?"

Ben did a simple calculation and found that if it was 5% less, it would mean that he would have to hunt 10 more goblins. Time was already very tight, and 5 more would be unacceptable.

Wait, he suddenly remembered that the other candidates over there were shouting "Death to the Lord of the Sun".

The Lord of the Sun is here?
Ben hurriedly squeezed into the crowd and found that everyone was gathered around a table where a masked man was sitting leisurely drinking coffee.

He was still wearing the robe provided by the students.

Is he a candidate?

"Are you the Lord of the Sun?" asked the Essence.

"I am the humble one."

Jia Xiu answered calmly. The shouts of the dying Sun Lord around him did not affect him at all.

"Why can you become the Lord of the Sun?"

"you guess."

"You cheat!"

"Behind me is the Eye of Detection."

"You, you are shameless! I want to duel with you!"

"Just a reminder, the city guard system has been optimized. You can't run away now."

Ben gritted his teeth.

There is no time to waste here, we have to rush to the dungeon to hunt goblins.

Well, I can find out his identity and then go after him after the exam.

"Who are you!"

"Why should I say that?"

"You wouldn't dare to say it, would you?"

Jia Xiu smiled slightly.

"Since you asked the question sincerely."

The candidates around him immediately quieted down and waited for Jia Xiu to announce his name. Everyone was waiting to settle the score with him.

"Then I will tell you with great mercy."

His mean tone attracted a lot of hatred.

"I have traveled the kingdom of God and trod the depths of hell. I hate the heavens for not having a handle and the earth for not having a ring. I am a true hero who governs Larven and the surrounding cities. I am the son of the Baron of Creekwood Town in Forren, the Kingdom of the Iris.

"Han-Na-Shi-"

……

"puff……"

Margaret, who was drinking water in the invigilator's seat, spat out all the water.

"Cough cough cough..."

No wonder you're wearing a mask. You're waiting here, right?

Margaret, whose trachea was choked and in pain, now had only one thought.

What kind of student did I recruit?

(End of this chapter)