Looking at the sign on the door, Dagon felt a little nervous. He was not worried about whether the exam would be difficult or any danger, because so far, no one was injured or killed in any of Professor Dongdong's enrollment. Dagon's nervousness came from the onlookers gathered on both sides of the door. They commented on the six people this time, discussed the possibility of each person's success, and held a bet for this.

In terms of betting, humans are the most addicted to it, but recently the elves' preference for it has also increased rapidly. A blackboard is written with the code names of six students, and the name given to Dagon is "Armor Dwarf". They can summarize their characteristics very well, because Dagon is the only fully armed person among the six. He feels that since he doesn't know what the exam is, be prepared, especially in the aspects he is best at.

"This is the spell teacher's exam! You can fool!"

Someone in the crowd yelled, and everyone started laughing. The only difference is whether they laughed unrestrainedly or covered up.

Dagong touched his beard, adjusted the position of the beard ring, and then remained motionless. Anyway, he was wearing an arrow mask, and no one knew his expression. The people who were clamoring would continue to clamor, and it was meaningless to argue with them. Don’t they know that Professor Dongdong never forbidden to wear armor in his assessment? They knew it well and pretended not to know, so that they would appear "smart".

Among the six people who came to the test, there were two elves, two humans and one half elves. Dagon was the only Jiangu tribe. Because of the "well-known" stubbornness and decisive thinking, Jiangu tribe rarely had illusions. "It was a waste of time to smash the enemy to death when you see them." Jiangu tribe does have such proverbs.

"Does there any student want to bet on him to win?" The guy who started the gambling game might think it was meaningless to fool the onlookers, so he wanted to pull the candidate into the water. No one paid attention to him, because five of the six people didn't know whether they were being observed by Professor Dongdong at the moment, so he didn't want to leave a bad impression on him. Dagon was completely uninterested in gambling and didn't think about the professor's problem at all.

The door opened, and a guy who looked like a ghost floated out, holding a sign in his hand that said "Calling candidates come in with me". This guy is called Gas Servant, which uses terrain elemental force as a driving force, and can move within a certain range and perform some simple work. The Elite Academy has many classrooms and dormitories using this Gas Servant, which can drive away mosquitoes, clean up dust, and open windows to stack quilts.

You can apply for such servants from the Student Equipment Office with credits or gold coins, and then you can get a manual for instruction. Dagon has neither money nor credits, nor does he need to serve him. His neighbor, Hanmodom in the 13th pit, had a servant who could clean him. However, this thing is very powerful and cannot take out the garbage or pick up the lunch box, so Hanmodom still needs to do it himself.

"It's started, it's started, the last two minutes, and then you won't accept the bet anymore!"

The noises in my ears disappeared after Dagon entered the professor's room. The door closed by the gas servant seemed to have sound insulation. This room is a typical tree house, with three floors, Dagon and others are located at the bottom, which is used as the living room. One wall of the living room is the trunk, and the branches-shaped steps lead to the upper floor. There are eight chairs in the living room, a particularly short and heavy iron table in the center, and a small bookcase next to it.

The professor was not here, and the six students looked at each other, and no one knew what to do. At this time, the gas servant passed by everyone and came to the trunk wall. On the wall was a yellowed calendar, which looked like it was made of cheap paper.

The gas servant tore off a page of paper, and the professor's handbook was on the calendar below: there were test questions and pens in the bookcase, take one of them by himself, and then sit in a chair to answer.

Because the calendar is very small and there are too many words in the blank space, the gas servant tore up another picture. The second page reads: There are two questions you need to answer. The first is to briefly describe the relationship between the composition of magic power and the natural terrain. The second...

The Gas servant tore up another picture, and the page below reads: The illusion of mind and the illusion of sensory can promote each other, briefly explaining your thoughts or ideas.

"Is this here to learn or report?" Someone was already scratching his head in pain, and Dagon was one of them. He had never learned illusions at all, nor even systematically learned spells. In addition to the mana cycle, Dagon had just tried the magic, spells and rune techniques, and he didn't know how to answer these profound questions in front of him.

He couldn't help but start to doubt Professor Dongdong's purpose. Uncle Ma En had definitely told him about his situation. The professor should be very clear that he was just a freshman. He was only 60 years old this year. His martial arts may be good, but his magic training was almost zero. Moreover, he came here to learn magic to pass the basic quality assessment, not for the credits of the illusion course. At first, the professor refused him, and later he gave him a chance to assess the attack because of the arrow mask. But was he given the opportunity to eliminate him directly with difficult questions here? The professor wouldn't be so idle, right?

Dagon scratched his beard and tried to figure out the professor's intentions through observation and thinking. At this time, the Gas servant tore up another page of the calendar, which read: Take the paper and pen, sit down and write the answer, and after finishing, take the answer up the steps and conduct the next test.

Everyone went to the bookcase to get paper and pen, blocking Dagon behind him. He did not move immediately, but continued to look at the Gas servant, wondering if it had any other movements. However, the Gas servant stood quietly, his head without facial features had no movement at all, and he did not respond to Dagon's observations.

The servant looked nothing unusual, so Dagon turned his attention to the calendar. Perhaps it was a coincidence that the last page of the calendar with the words was exactly today. It seemed that even if it was a yellowed offset calendar, the professor didn't want to waste it. Well? Today? Dagon twitched his beard and had an idea in his mind. The two questions he asked them to answer were written on the paper yesterday and the day before yesterday. There was no problem with today's calendar. He just said that he would write the answer with paper and pen, and then take the answer to the level.

Dagon took a breath and began to have some ideas. The first page (the day before yesterday) had already said that I would sit down and write something with paper and pen, but today's page was repeated. Isn't this a long-lasting story? But if these four pages are regarded as tasks corresponding to four days, then today's activity has nothing to do with the day before yesterday, so that it will not seem long-lasting. The professor never said that he would complete all the tasks of four days and four pages. Only today is the exam, and the previous three days is not the exam time!

So, just sit down with a pen and write the answer. What answer should I write? Dagon is still thinking about this question, but it doesn't affect him getting the things. Others have taken their own portion and sat on a chair to start writing. But they found that the paper given by the professor is particularly inferior, as yellow as the calendar, as soft as toilet paper, and it is extremely difficult to write on it. Someone poked the paper through with a little force, and cursed to get more paper.

"You won't, either, don't waste it."

Dagon would not be scared by such a person. He slanted his hunting axe and blocked the man with the axe blade. He didn't talk much nonsense, grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, and then left the bookcase.

"Hmph!" The man dared not be angry at Axe, so he could only get angry at Dagon's back. He looked at the bookcase and looked at the others. He had a bad idea in his mind and took away all the remaining paper and pen.

After seeing this scene, Dagon realized that the college students could really do things that hinder others for a place. However, he was asking for trouble because the next person who needed new paper would inevitably point the finger directly at him. Everyone didn't mind uniting to eliminate this person first. It was not difficult to take more and take more. Everyone could figure it out, but why didn't anyone do it before?

It should be because everyone is smarter than that person.

Before he could sit on the chair, Professor Dongdong's voice came from the second floor, announcing that the person who had more paper and pens had been eliminated. The gas servant waved his hand and signaled the student to put down everything and leave immediately. It then took away all paper and pens, and it seemed that it was not ready to use it for others.

Since there is no backup, try not to expose it. Dagon looked at the text on today's calendar again. It only said "sit down to write the answer", but did not use the first page to say "sit down to write on the chair".

All the chairs were fixed on the ground, far from the table in the center. Although the table could be pulled over, it would be more convenient to walk over and write. Dagon thought about it and felt that it was actually unnecessary to do that. He sat on the chair and placed the hunting axe horizontally on his legs. The axe blade was the platform, which was enough for him to write carefully.

What to write? Dagon had solved the riddle and wrote two words "answer" on the paper. He looked around and saw that most of the other students were scratching their heads and trying every means to briefly answer their own answers, and they also tried not to poke the paper. It can be seen that two or three people were indeed very magical, and their only question was the conflict and contradiction between the answering posture and the quality of the paper.

Dagon stood up, put his pen back into the bookcase, and then took the "Answer" paper to prepare to go up. When he came to the steps, he stopped, not because everyone else was looking at him, either confused, surprised, or more ridiculed. Other people's opinions were not important in Dagon's mind, at least they would not affect his own thoughts.

"I think you only need to write two words on the paper. Then you can sit on the floor and write with a chair, or come to the front of the table and sit on the floor. The table is very short and it doesn't match the chair at first glance." Dagon twitched his beard and said, "I don't know if it's right, but I think today's calendar says what you want to do today, it's actually very simple. Okay, I'll go up first, hope I'm right."
Chapter completed!