A bright and strong white light penetrated through the gaps in the glass door. After staying in the dark environment for a while, my eyes were stabbed and my tears unconsciously slid from the corners of my eyes.

I hurriedly raised my hands and covered my eyes, and then I felt better. The white light slowly became softer after two or three seconds. I put down my hand, opened the glass door completely, and walked into the interview venue.

I walked forward step by step until an old voice came from me: "Please go to the interview table in front of me, Sarvos."

I stopped and found myself standing in the middle of a not-so-large circular site. In front of me was a platform slightly raised from the surface. The base of the platform was marble and a wooden podium on the platform.

I nodded, walked to the back of the podium, and observed the situation around me.

The council hall is no different from the classroom I saw at the Bard Academy before. The platform I was on was the lowest point of the entire hall. The circular seats climbed in turn. Above my head was the same round skylight. A beam of sunlight hit the skylight, which just illuminated the lowest platform.

Ninety percent of the seats in the hall were occupied by figures that I couldn't see clearly, and whispers came from every corner and every seat. I guess these were the students who were watching the fun.

I could feel their eyes all gathered on me. To be honest, this did bring me a lot of psychological pressure. I took several deep breaths and tried my best to keep myself calm and calm.

There were also a series of seats in front of me, a whole circle of seats that were more advanced than the students’ seats. The old voices before also belonged to a member of these seats.

I think they are all the professors, tutors and department chairs in charge of interviewing me in the eleventh department.

"Silent! Silent!" The old voice before sounded again, accompanied by it was a loud and crisp sound of a wooden hammer.

An old man in front of me knocked the mallet on his hand hard, and waited until the students in the audience calmed down before continuing: "Before the interview begins, I want to confirm the last time. Is Mr. Savoscott the one who is preparing for the interview in the audience?"

"Yes." I nodded and looked straight ahead calmly.

"Very good, my colleagues may have questions. If not, the interview will officially begin."

After the old man finished speaking, he looked around and saw that no one was speaking, so he tapped the hardwood board on the table with a wooden hammer, "Very good, the interview has officially begun, who should come first?"

"If you can, let's first, Lord Dean," a thick male voice came from my left, with a very obvious friendly atmosphere: "Bob has been telling me that this kid is very good at math."

"Of course, Hexis," the dean's voice came, and he tapped the mallet again, "Then the Department of Mathematics will ask first, please turn to your left, Mr. Savos."

I turned to the left, and Hexis, who was speaking, sat behind a wide wooden table with four other professors, among them Bob I knew, smiling at me with Hexis.

The wooden table carved with one to ten characters of Strand and various calculation symbols, and there is no doubt that this is the Department of Mathematics.

"The first question, Mr. Savos," Hexis smiled and stretched out his finger and knocked on the wooden table, "Let me introduce the calculus."

This question is not too difficult. I received a lot of mathematics education in Trazor, and soon I gave the definition of calculus.

"Very good," Hexsis nodded in satisfaction, then turned his head, "Do you have anything to ask?"

"I have a question," said the middle-aged lady sitting behind Bob. She picked up her pen and sang her pen on the table for a while, then raised her writing, "Please give me an answer to this question, Mr. Sarvos."

That was a very simple fixed point, and I gave the answer after just a little thought.

"Very good, Mr. Savos," the lady nodded with equal satisfaction, "Your math is excellent."

"So," the dean knocked on the mallet on his hand and asked, "Have you ever had any results in the Department of Mathematics?"

"The Department of Mathematics passed," Hexis shouted, "his first year tuition fee is waived, and all his basic mathematics courses automatically pass with a+, and his level of knowledge is already much higher than that."

"This is the decision of the Department of Mathematics. Congratulations, Mr. Sarvos." The dean nodded, put down the mallet and began to applaud.

The applause quickly formed a whole lot, and soon faded slowly under the dean's instructions.

"What is the next department?"

"The Department of Chemistry decided not to do an interview," a voice came from behind my side. I looked back and found that Director Dada stood up from behind the table representing the Department of Chemistry and said loudly: "The treatment is the same as the Department of Mathematics."

After saying the call, he blinked at me and slowly sat back.

"The same is true for the Department of Physics. We have already read his test paper." Before the dean could speak, the director of the Department of Physics also stood up and announced.

"Okay, Professor Dada, Professor Dougwood." The dean nodded, "Do you have any objections to the professors attending the Department of Physics and Professors attending the Department of Chemistry?"

"No."

The answer sounded in unison, the dean nodded, raised the mallet and knocked it again, "I announce that Mr. Savos has passed the interview in the third department, next."

"We have some questions in the Department of Medicine that we want to ask Mr. Savos," a young lady in front of me stood up from behind a table with a saint staff painted by the God of Light, and she looked at me calmly, "I heard that Mr. Savos's Department of Medicine is not as good as in physics, chemistry and mathematics."

I called out a little bad in my heart. The Department of Medicine is indeed an open weak link. I can only hope for the content of my surprise attack last night, as well as the words and deeds of Pastor Valenlia.

"Okay, Ms. Ivanteed."

Director Ivanteed bowed slightly to the dean, then turned around and looked at me.

"The first question, Mr. Savos," she spoke slowly, her crisp voice echoing in the hall, "If your friend accidentally falls in the academy, and has a wound on his head and is bleeding, you are the only one with him, what is your choice?"

"Is the bleeding serious?" I asked cautiously.

"Serious." Ivanteid added calmly.

"Then I will do a simple press to stop bleeding first," I racked my brains to recall the scene of the priests stopping the bleeding for the wounded soldiers, and gave an uncertain answer, "and then I will find the medical teacher as fast as possible for help."

Ivanteed's face showed a satisfied look for the first time, "Very good answer," she nodded at me, "You may not have enough medical knowledge, but I think you will be a good student, welcome to join the medical department."

"Does other teachers have any questions?" the dean raised the wooden hammer and asked loudly again.

There was no teacher in the medical department's answer, and the dean nodded and looked at Ivanteide.

"Ms. Ivanteide, what is your final opinion?"

"He is not worthy of his special treatment for me to attend school normally."

"Then he has passed the Four-Director interview," the dean knocked the mallet hard, "Congratulations, Mr. Savos."

Amid the thunderous applause, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The days I spent with the pastors finally saved my life. If what these medical staff hate the most is undoubtedly the casual rescue of the layman.

Kuruger once told me that if you don’t have enough strength, don’t wave your giant sword with both hands, as it will only hurt yourself, and the same is true in medicine.

I know how poor my first aid level is, and I believe Professor Ivanteid must also know, so I made such an answer, and fortunately, my answer was correct.

"Next." The dean waved his hand and spoke after the applause subsided.

Next, I was interviewed by the Department of Geography, History and Language respectively. These were all projects that I was good at, so it was not too difficult.

The Department of Geography provides the treatment of exempting tuition fees and free exams, while the Department of History provides the treatment of exempting tuition fees and free of dwarf history.

The treatment in the language department is the most exaggerated. I am given thirty Jinpushila scholarships every month, and all the basic courses and first year courses are exempted.

I quickly ran to the language department table and returned the Rutchen that a teacher had lent me.

"Your attainment in songs and poetry is really impressive. If you can be more elegant, you can even come to our department to be a teacher, Mr. Sarvos." Mrs. Ma Wen, the head of the language department, said with emotion, and asked with some expectations: "Forgive me, are you Norman?"

"Yes, madam," I bowed slightly to her, "the Norman, who is a fake, has grown up in songs, dramas, music and poetry since childhood."

"It's only nine years old, but it's enough." I added quietly in my heart.

"No wonder," Mrs. Ma Wen sighed suddenly, "Your language talent is really enviable."

"It's really a profound impact, Mr. Savos," the dean took off his glasses and looked at me seriously. "As of now, you have passed the interview in seven departments. As long as you pass the interview in the next four departments, your interview will be over."

“If you fail the test in any of the next four departments, you can also enroll,” the dean continued. “It’s just that for every extra department that fails, you have to bear some of the costs for today’s interview. Do you know?”

"I understand." I nodded to the dean.

"Very good, so please start the interview for the next series."

"Let's do it." A muffled voice came from my right, and a strong man with dark skin stood up from my right, "We will come first in the Steam Engineering Department."

The dean nodded, closed his robe and sat back.

"Most of our department's content is linked to mathematics and physics, Mr. Savos," the strong dark man smiled at me, "so you don't have to be too nervous."

"I only have two questions," he raised a finger, "first, please define the steam engine in one sentence."

"Inventions that change the future." I replied without hesitation.

"Oh." The strong man nodded with a smile, "Then the second question, please tell me about the working principle of the steam engine."

"The machine that uses steam as power."

“Where does the heat source required for steam come from?”

“Coal, charcoal.”

"Very good," the strong man nodded, "I have no problem, Dean."

"Your comments, Kevin Stone Engineer?"

“Normal admission.”

After the Steam Engineering Department, I asked the Department of Biology, which is a department I don’t know much about, but I also have my advantages.

I have excellent memory. Since I started doing various brain exercises, my memory has been better than it one day. This morning I spent a while memorizing the messy and dizzy biology classifications.

They come in handy now, and after a rather difficult question and answer, my efforts have been given a double tuition qualification.

The department chair of the Department of Biology explained this: "This somewhat dull student must pay more for the resources he spent on the Department of Biology."

It's not a good result, but it's better than paying a fine if you fail. There are so many students coming to the meeting hall today, so the cost of this interview will definitely not be low.

"What are the three most basic principles of alchemy, Mr. Sarvos?" After the dean announced the results, the head of the alchemy department immediately raised a question to me.

"First, the principle of equivalent exchange, the principle of energy conservation, and the third, based on world rules."

"Please explain it to me one by one, Mr. Sarvos." The head of the alchemy department's face was hidden under his wide hood, making me unable to see his expression, but he obviously did not intend to let me go so simply.

"Equivalent exchange, that is, how much you pay, you can get it. A pile of stones will never be able to exchange for a lot of gold."

"Energy conservation. During the entire alchemy process, energy is conserved. You have no choice and should not try to generate energy out of thin air."
To be continued...