"I don't recommend you do this," Larsen murmured.

"What useful advice can you give?"

"'Useless' does not mean 'Oops'." He defended himself. This matter sounds stupid. I am stopping them from cheating, not the one who cheated. I shouldn't be me. "Step aside, you can't even determine the test questions for this year."

"It was your lovely Miss Helen who said it, Larson. She is very sure. The test questions are rotated every thirty years."

"What? Do the mentors think that apprentices will not live for thirty years?"

Chester took a deep breath. "Listen, this year's test means a lot to me. Don't you want to see me sprinkle eucalyptus oil into that idiot's pants?"

The Druid didn't understand: "Didn't you bet to go to the training ground to listen?"

"Yes, if I lose, I go to the training ground and he goes to the infirmary. Fair and just."

What a fair and just thing. "You really have it." Larson rubbed his nose, as if he had already smelled the pungent smell of eucalyptus oil. Yesterday, as soon as Ez sat down at the dining table, the people around him who had lunch escaped, no matter how he explained that he had knocked down the plant essential oil. Larson and Chester also wanted to follow, but they annoyed the Druid apprentice. They had to stay and drink the pumpkin porridge in the jar. "If I were you, it would be better to admit defeat. Faltke is the apprentice of His Excellency the Silver Cross, and he can get eucalyptus oil."

Chester shook his face. "You want my counting class to lose to an apprentice who studies the changes in history? This is a great shame."

History makes people remember. Larsen thought. Sometimes astrologers will get prophecies that have appeared, which seriously interferes with the process of obtaining new prophecies. Relevant scholars believe that it is the echo of fate, often caused by the subjective consciousness of the observer. Chloita set up a history course in prophecies, not just to remember the past. Such people specialize in "echoes", trying to find its appearance rules to make restrictions. However, few people understand these things. Chester is an alchemist apprentice in the logistics department. Druid Ez has recently transferred to Chloita's most unpopular mysterious botany. They are not traditional astrologers.

"Look, Larson, he's almost tortured." Ez rolled his eyes, "Just show mercy and tell him not torture us."

"I'll talk about the test questions later." Chester echoed, "Try it with your magic first. Come on, show your mysterious means as a Saint apprentice." They stared at Larson with great enthusiasm.

As a result, when Larson woke up, he fell asleep by himself. The druid leaned against the pillar and dozed off, opening his eyes in a daze. "He came all night yesterday." Ez yawned and waved his hand, "Did you see the question?"

"Of course not. Do you think other astrologers can't think of this? If it works, the astrologers in the astronomical room would have made a lot of money long ago." They had to take a backup plan - search for old test papers in the database. Hopefully Otto blessed us, we can find it. Larson pressed his eyebrows, hoping to relieve the headache. "Hey, my magic is really hard to control."

"You said that at the beginning. Your tutor didn't think of a way?"

"This is my final assessment of research. Ez. Once I solve it, you will have to call me your honor." He stood up to relieve his dizziness. "So, don't count on me for your assessment."

"I don't need it. I plan to go to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

Larson was surprised, "Ministry of Foreign Affairs? Didn't they never accept transfer apprentices?"

"It's the cause of the war." The druid replied while searching for the roll of paper, "Didn't you hear that? The Ministry of Foreign Affairs lost a lot of garrisons in the vassal states, and even the Lord Kongjie participated in the war... The commander had to let go of the standards to supplement the manpower." He looked confused. "I'm not sure I want to be a garrison. You know, their training is too terrible and tiring, but... Damn, Chloita has never considered the needs of forest blood. I'm a druid, it's such a big joke. I may not belong here."

"Don't belong to the tower?"

Ez glanced at him nervously. "I mean, uh, the Department of Affairs or the Department of Logistics. I never thought of going to the Astronomical Room."

No one wants to be an astrologer except me. Larson patted his friend on the shoulder, not knowing whether it was comfort or encouragement. Our future is very different. He was an apprentice of the prophet, but he has not captured the scales of fate until now. "Maybe you are going to go much further than me," he whispered, "But what does it matter? You don't have to take your family."

"Yes, I won't marry an astrologer in the tower, like a prophet apprentice." Ez made a face. "You will be transformed into a model good husband by Helen, Larson, then, Lord Lion will regard you as a thorn in the side because everyone will compare you with him...Oh."

He pulled out a paper bag with a seal on the bottom layer, but was burned by magic. "Look at what this is, a must-read secret to finding a partner in life." He said exaggeratedly, "Author, the great romance scientist Larson Gallach."

"If I were to write a book, Ez, your name would be my pseudonym." Larson picked up the paper bag and used his magic to unpack the seal. "Is this fall out of the calculation module?"

"There is no magic on the seals of other bags," said Druid, "it may be it."

The door lock rang. "Okay, it's not like it." Larsen reacted quickly, turned off the light and pulled the door in one go. "I have the key to go to the door behind the second cabinet."

The druid blinked. "You never told us there was a door there. When...?"

"The lounge leading to the conference hall there." He revealed the secret without thinking, "Maybe Lord Saint sometimes wants to take shortcuts. Okay, let's go." He turned and woke Chester up.

Thanks to my foresight, Larson was worried that they would be discovered too late. The apprentice of Lord Saint and his accomplices came to the database in the middle of the night to steal the test questions. Helen would laugh at me.

The lounge in the conference hall was empty, but it was different from what he imagined. To be precise, it had completely changed. Last time Larson was lucky enough to listen to the gathering and saw that there was only a row of bare chairs in the lounge. He thought that was the reason why Lord Kongjing was willing to stay in it, so he did not pay attention to it, let alone enter.

"Someone lives in the lounge?" asked the Druid softly, "There are beds, cabinets and hangers...and so on, what is that?"

Chester licked his lips. "I guess, it seems to be a wrist guard."

A pair of steel arm armors hung on the hanger, with extremely asymmetrical position. But they are shining with cold light, and it is hard to say that the owner is not careful to maintain it. Larson looked around and found that only this thing could indicate that someone lived here... Maybe it was just decoration. What's wrong with the Department of Affairs renovating the lounge?

But it is difficult to see similar decorations in the tower. Stars are the patterns that the astrologers find pleasing to the eye. The two apprentices looked at each other and looked at the only mysterious creature here. Larson was not able to find out who lived here, but he had the ability to pretend to be nothing. "Let's go back the same way later." He announced, "Just don't move the things here."

"Or leave this first?" The druid pointed to the door, "What if someone comes back..."

We are dead. The one who lives here is probably a member of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. The Lord "Lion" has his own residence in Bloomnott, and the "gatekeeper" is often away. Maybe he is back... But what if the person who came is the envoy of the Qing or the envoy of the Bai? Or just be the commander? Otto saves me. The danger of waiting here is no less than staying in the database.

"Good idea." He twisted the handle, but didn't push the door open. Larsen was silent for a moment, turning around and looking at the other two unlucky ghosts until they jumped up in panic.

"Find the key!" Ez and Chester said in unison.

...

Last night's experience was crazy, but Chester's exam would not be affected. It arrived as scheduled, and the three people escaped from the database in the early morning. Larsen stared at the door, thinking about when the gap that determined fate would open.

Ez rushed back before the bell rang. "Falkert didn't take the test!" he said quickly, "This bastard missed class for a week."

Larson decided that this was good news: "Now we don't have to worry."

"He's scared?"

"Who knows? In short, Chester won without a fight."

"He wouldn't have lost," the Druid murmured. "That bag is enough for him to handle all the calculating tests in the future."

"You're wrong," Larson told him, "I just took a look and found all the failed test papers in that bag, which was meaningless. The only thing I had to say was the piece of paper I found later."

"I didn't pay attention to what those are."

Larson expressed his understanding. He was also panicked and could not pay attention to anything else. To be honest, after seeing what Chester brought out of the room, he was so scared that he was so scared that he flew away. "It seems to be the test question." He replied, "It's similar to the database. I didn't dare to open the seal." They searched through the room but couldn't find the key. Fortunately, no one came back during the period. The paper bag that Chester took was originally left alone in the cabinet, and both were covered in dust. If Larson remembered correctly, it was almost the only paper material in the lounge.

At this time, the door opened. It seemed like a water bag suddenly got a needle in the room, and people came out of the hole. "Unbelievable." The alchemy apprentice of the Logistics Department suppressed the cheers, "I have taken every question right."

Larson blinked at Ez. "Congratulations. We had good news to tell you. But now it's not that good."

Chester looked at him in confusion.

"You stole out of the lounge..." the druid asked whispered.

"What? I didn't cheat!"

Larson almost laughed angry at him. "Yes, we all know." He nodded seriously.

"Really. Guys. I'm really...well, there's no answer, only the question. Hell, what's that little time done? I have to calculate it myself."

No answer? "Did you find a new test paper?"

"No name." Chester shrugged. "Maybe it is. It's impossible for someone to do the test papers like new ones after they are done. Do you think so? Of course, if I had handed in the blank paper, I wouldn't have written a name."

Larsen nodded.
Chapter completed!