Green Leaf Town, though well-stocked and peaceful,
didn't have the capacity to produce over four hundred uniform desks and chairs like schools on Earth all at once.
The over four hundred candidates barely managed one chair each, and squeezed together, they presented quite the spectacle.
This was a semi-open book exam, so the requirements weren't too strict.
After all, they were all bad at this, and as long as the "upper limit" didn't reach the three brothers' lower limit, what difference would it make if over four hundred identical exam papers were handed out?
Unless...
...
An elf was so anxious he was scratching his head and ears, unable to squeeze out a single word.
He looked around and noticed the person next to him had a paper cleaner than his own face, which secretly pissed him off.
Suddenly, he saw a skeleton furiously writing in the row in front of him at an angle.
It was freakin' bizarre; an undead creature could actually understand the common tongue...
