Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

There is an old saying in Aurora, "Since you are here,

The registration fee is the same anyway, so why not choose all of them?

Besides, one test takes two days, and all the tests take two days, so why not? The money has already been spent.

The Zhendan official stroked his beard and shook his head, showing helplessness as if he was looking at a fool, but he still recorded all the selection information that Wendlow mentioned and put it in the box together with his name.

Then he clenched his right hand, and a golden light rose from his palm.

"Close your eyes! Hold your breath."

After Wendlow did what the Aurora official said, he was slapped in the face.

Before I could react to what was happening, another piece of paper was pasted over, covering my entire face.

When he opened his eyes, he realized that the official was actually a metal mage who had just conjured up a kind of metal powder in his hand.

After sprinkling it evenly on Wendlow's face, he printed it on paper.

Then he tore off a corner and handed it over. Now both parties had proof to avoid the possibility of someone taking the exam on someone else's behalf.

All you need to do next is to have a good rest and wait until the exam comes.

Since there were only two days left before the imperial examination, the number of applicants became very small, leaving the Aurora official with some free time to chat with Windlow.

"Judging from your attire, you must be from the Empire. Why are you here to take the imperial examination?"

"What are the benefits of the imperial examination?"

After confirming the payment, Windlow began to ask about the most important thing for him, profit.

A good businessman will not always mention the word "profit", nor will he invest only after he is sure that something is 100% beneficial.

Finding a good project first, getting on board and then buying the ticket is the core ability of an excellent businessman. As for whether the project is good or not, it depends entirely on the businessman's intuition and analysis.

By the time everyone can see that this is a good project and is ready to invest money, others will definitely not accept it.

The Zhendan official gave a meaningful smile, paused, and took out three paperweight stones and placed them on the table.

"You are a businessman, so I will explain it from a businessman's perspective."

“No difficulty, benefits, no threshold, these three cannot exist at the same time. If they exist at the same time, it is a scam.”

Windlo quickly understood the meaning. Anyone could sign up for the imperial examination, so there was naturally no threshold. Moreover, there were many people signing up every year, so it must be of great benefit.

So corresponding to this, the difficulty is very high.

It seems that the Zhendan official in front of him did not directly answer Windlow's question, but instead advised him to give up as soon as possible, as not everyone can pass the imperial examination.

"Oh, it's easier to work hard if you have a goal, right? What good will it do if you pass the exam?"

The official sneered. The imperial man in front of him was really a profit-seeking foreign businessman. Since he wanted to listen, there was no harm in talking about it.

If you pass the exam directly, you can leave your name in the city and your status will be upgraded to a scholar.

They have the right to petition, the right to tax exemption, the right to education, the right to a professional title to find a job, and the right to further study to receive higher education.

“Tax exemption?”

The other benefits were meaningless to Windlow. His eyes lit up when he heard about the tax exemption. If he hadn't known that the whole city was under martial law, he would have jumped up and yelled.

"After you pass the exam, you won't have to pay taxes to the court on all your personal income, and you'll have enough money to study full-time."

Upon hearing this, Windlow had originally just planned to play around, but now, he had to get serious.

Since the entire city’s current industries are all concentrated on the imperial examination, there are many information stores not far from the registration office.

What are the real exam subjects in previous years, what are the exam questions predicted by masters, what are the quick improvement cram schools, what are the "Hope for Your Son to Be Successful", and what are the New Oriental ones.

Windlo didn't believe in these things. The only thing he did was to buy a set of past exam papers. He took a quick look at the format of the exam questions and had a general idea in his mind.

Perhaps he just signed up for fun, his mental state was completely different from the other candidates around him.

Even though there are only two days left, some people still choose to cram at the last minute.

Or put a needle on the bench and read while doing horse stance. This would be a good training if this guy is going to take the military examination.

But this is a civil service examination, what's the point of acupuncture on the buttocks?

There was also a rope tied around his head to prevent him from falling asleep while reading. If he hadn't been holding a book in his hand, Windlow would have thought that this guy was pretending to hang himself.

Of course, the most common scene is where blue smoke rises, with dozens or even hundreds of candidates kneeling together in front of a statue.

The statue is quite popular, and there is a plaque above its head with his name inscribed on it.

"Qingbao Tianzun"

The statue was blue all over, and just looking at it made Windlow and Mousse feel physically uncomfortable.

Windlow had more psychological doubts.

Why would the people of Zhendan, who seem to be sober and intelligent, worship gods? There is no reason.

If one can really gain wisdom by kneeling down and kowtowing to a statue, then the smartest creatures in the world should be the chivalrous knights of Bretonnia.

And perhaps the Imperial Lasher.

Just as Wendlow was looking at this fragmented picture, Mousse keenly discovered that something was wrong and saw a familiar figure.

Several people appeared near the statue of Qingbao Tianzun. Although Mousse had never seen their appearance before, he could easily recognize their figures and movements.

It was the smuggler who was trading salt in the open last night.

Salt, smuggling, imperial examinations, and idols, how are all these connected?

Mousse was completely confused and could only elbow Windlow to signal him, and the latter immediately understood.

"Why didn't I think of that? Wouldn't it be safe to smuggle in churches or religious areas? When I return to the Empire, I can also try smuggling near the Sigmar Cathedral."

Then Mousse's elbow was so powerful that the dark elf, who was not good at business, could see at a glance that there was something wrong.

Besides, the two of them had conducted a market survey in Hanyu Port early in the morning. Although the salt here is expensive, the price is only three times that of the salt in the empire.

It is not a huge profit at all, and it can even be said to be a simple business that does not require smuggling.

Wendlow immediately put away his playful expression, and the businessman's calmness and excellent vision returned to him again.

"You mean to say that the other party is just using the excuse of smuggling salt to do something more terrible?"

Although he said this with a skeptical tone, he had already confirmed this statement.

Gelt and Zhaoming who have been slow to attack, the Zhendan imperial examination that is about to begin, as well as smugglers, non-dragon worship objects, and so on.

Everything indicates one problem: there are undercurrents beneath this Hanyu Port.