After entering the examination room, Hughes quickly sat down in his seat.
At this moment, the surroundings were already filled with students, and his seat was in the middle of the examination site.
Another urgent bell rang, and the exam supervisor walked into the examination room with the examination papers in his hands.
After the short announcement of the examination rules, the exam supervisor handed the examination papers to each student.
Unlike other exams, the magic theory and skills exam had a very significant characteristic.
That was, each examinee received a different paper, but the difficulty of these papers was roughly the same.
As the highest academy in the Hiro Empire, and the Imperial Academy of the Empire, the exam was very flexible.
It was the same for the magic theory exam. There was no standard answer for every question.
As long as the solution written by the examinee was reasonable and feasible, the teacher who marked the paper would give the corresponding score according to the student's answer.
This system had been established more than 2,000 years ago. At that time, Napoleon Bonaparte, the Emperor, was the one who made the rules.
It was also thanks to this exam system that so many geniuses in the theory of magic emerged in the Hiro Empire over the past 2,000 years.
It could even be said that without such an examination system, the flourishing magic civilization of the Europa continent would not have existed.
"Eh, how could the questions I got this time be so simple?"
"Isn't the purpose of this examination to select people? Why is the difficulty set so low?"
After receiving his own exam paper, Hughes did not immediately pick up a pen and start answering the questions. Instead, he carefully flipped through the questions.
After reading the test paper, Hughes discovered a huge problem.
His test paper was too simple. It was so simple that it did not seem like a question from the Royal Academy of the Hiro Empire.
Before this test, Hughes had asked his father to find the questions from the basic magic theory test that the Royal Academy of the Hiro Empire had once given him.
Compared to those papers, the paper in his hand was as simple as the questions for the middle school graduates.
"Teacher, can you help me take a look at this paper? Did you take the wrong paper?"
Hughes raised his hand gently and questioned the invigilator.
"There is no problem. This is the paper produced by our academy. Don't think too much and just answer the questions without worry."
Looking at the puzzled look on Hughes' face, the exam supervisor patiently explained.
"Every test paper has a unique number. When you entered the examination hall just now, we drew out our own test paper for you based on your test number."
"The entire process is carried out by a magic instrument. There are definitely no mistakes."
After saying that, the exam supervisor flicked his sleeves and left.
When he left, there was a hint of disdain in his eyes.
What are you pretending for? Since you can find your way here through connections, why are you pretending in front of so many people?
Although there were still doubts in his heart, Hughes still chose to believe in the fairness of the exam.
"Perhaps the questions for this exam are very simple. Who cares, Let's do the questions first."
He picked up the pen and began to write his answers.
He wrote every question very seriously. Not only that, he also made certain extensions according to each question, ensuring that each of his answers had sufficient depth.
Half an hour later, Hughes put down the pen in his hand. At this time, his exam paper was already filled with the process of solving the questions, and the bell at the end of the exam rang at this moment.
"All students stop writing. Sit In your seats and don't move."
"We will collect all the exam papers in two minutes. Please remain silent for the time being."
Deng Deng Deng.
The exam supervisor walked down the platform and collected the exam papers from top to bottom along the corridor.
When he walked in front of Hughes, the invigilator stopped and glared at Hughes with a cold gaze.
Hughes looked at the exam supervisor with a puzzled face. He felt an inexplicable hostility and a strong sense of disgust from the exam supervisor.
Although he really wanted to ask, Hughes still chose to shut his mouth.
Maybe I just look annoying... Hughes comforted himself with a self-deprecating tone.
"All examinees, please leave the venue and wait in the waiting area."
"In half an hour, we will be marking each examinee's test paper. You can see your own scores in the waiting area."
"After the ranking of the scores appears, the examinees who make it into the top 5000 can enter the next round of the exam. The other examinees..."
As he said this, the exam supervisor glared fiercely at Hughes again, as if he had snatched someone else's spot.
"The other examinees can go back. You have no fate with our academy."
As his voice fell, a silver spatial magic array pattern lit up, and the exam supervisor holding the examination papers disappeared within the magic array.
Looking at the position where the exam supervisor had disappeared, the doubt in Hughes's heart grew even deeper.
He could already confirm now that the exam supervisor did not dislike him because of his appearance or anything else.
Because that kind of hatred would not be so deep. It wouldn't be enough to make a teacher from the Royal Academy of the Hiro Empire display it in front of everyone.
At this moment, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in Hughes' mind.
Hughes remembered that when he was getting his identity checked, the teacher who checked his identity showed the same expression as the exam supervisor.
Disdain, hatred, and disgust!
Could it be that they hated me because of Napoleon VII?
With this thought in mind, Hughes's speculation could not be stopped.
It must be so. They must hate me because of Napoleon VII. Otherwise, there was no way to explain this.
Thinking of his extremely simple exam paper, Hughes frowned deeply.
Could it be that Napoleon VII wanted to lower the difficulty of my test and raise my ranking? After the test, he would find someone to expose me in public and send me to the opposite side of the people in the Imperial City?
That must be the case!
Si... Hu!
An extremely powerful pressure pressed against Hughes.
He seemed to see a huge shadow, and that shadow was standing on the tower in the imperial palace, looking at him coldly.
"Napoleon VII, in order to mobilize the resentment of the people, you actually did things to such an extent!"
"You really think highly of me!"
A hint of viciousness appeared on the corner of Hughes' mouth, and his eyes also became cold at this moment.
…
The Royal Palace, the Mage God Tower.
Napoleon VII held a red wine glass and sipped some wine.
Behind him, the Duke of Mark Oskar served carefully with a bottle.