The extravagant royal election system.
Ella Thompson answered flawlessly, much like her National Examination sheet, which could be called perfect.
Alvin Lindsey leaned lightly in the king's chair, his eyes twinkling slightly and nodding repeatedly.
Based on the content provided by the ring's spatial prompt, Ella Thompson firmly stood upright, finish reading the last word and reported, "Your Majesty, my response is complete."
"Hmm."
Alvin Lindsey stood up, the sunlight from the window highlighting his strikingly handsome face. With an elegant composure and a wicked smile to her, he said, "Secretary Ella, you truly didn't disappoint me."
"Your Majesty, your praise is too kind." Ella humbly responded, not fully grasping his meaning.
What does not disappointing him mean?
"The minor test for you just now was merely to verify whether your National Examination result was true." Alvin Lindsey looked satisfied, he did not beat around the bush with her.
"Ah, I see."
