All of the trainee knights who chose [Mysticism] this semester were present (the very few who failed the test were not present).
Han Dong swept over the group of trainee knights from the same class.
The students who were able to pass the Mysticism Department test unscathed were only two other than Han Dong.
One of them seemed to be from Arabia, yellow skinned and wearing the iconic Arab headscarf, a young male around 19 years old, sitting cross-legged in his seat and meditating during the waiting time.
Feeling Han Dong cast his gaze, the man opened his eyes slightly and smiled politely.
The other person was somewhat special.
The girl wearing a half wooden mask, short black ear-length hair, melon face with the high nose and thick lips of a westerner, and a pair of deep black eyes that gave her a sense of 'mystery'.
It should be noted that on the belt at her waist, she also had various medicine vials hanging, and her backpack also contained props related to 'herbology'.
This girl currently took out a mortar and pestle, and after matching the herbs in her backpack, she added the special preparations in her waistband to grind them.
A green-colored grass ointment was produced that could effectively disinfect, stop bleeding and even speed up wound healing to a certain extent.
She then distributed the grass ointment to the wounded trainee knights with a kind smile on her face, winning the trust of many people.
"Leadership qualities? If there is a class structure similar to that of the university, this girl should be the class president in the future."
Not long after, the short-haired girl walked past Han Dong and seemed to see that Han Dong was not injured and nodded slightly with a polite smile.
Han Dong, who once taught at the university, had seen countless young girls.
He had never seen a top student with such good looks, temperament and strength.
The short-haired girl also seemed to smell some difference in Han Dong and looked back at him many times.
The total number of trainee knights in the meeting room was 37.
The trainee knights who had passed through layers of life and death assessments this year and had invested their fate points in [Mysticism Science] were all already here.
Even with the distribution of Green Grass Ointment, the students were still grumbling about the tests within the department.
"I've heard that the trainee knights of others [Crusader Department] will be standardized by a special testing equipment and judging panel, so there won't be any danger, and it's fair and impartial... Why is it that the Mystic Department has fewer new students already, but still arranges such a dangerous test? "
"That's probably why so few people choose the Department of Mysteries."
"My Mystery Department Entrance Test is based on the Mystery Plan written by Mr. Black and White, and has been amended for three generations to obtain the test method."
Suddenly, a powerful voice came from around the conference room, overpowering everyone's discussion.
"Such a test includes the positioning of an individual's strength, the evaluation of their heart, and the assessment of their intelligence....
After all, the Novice level Destiny event you are experiencing was done in a multi-team premise, and you could have gotten through it by taking advantage of gaps or the death of others.
A thorough evaluation of your individual strengths is necessary.
Mystics, you need to be able to fight alone.
Otherwise, you will be the first to die when you join the Order and fight outside the city walls due to the Mystic's special position.
Any trainee knights who are not satisfied with the test can submit your opinions in writing to Mr. Black and White... If your opinions have the value of being adopted, you will even receive a commendation."
As soon as this voice was heard, the meeting room immediately became silent.
At the same time, groups of teachers arrived.
Every teacher has supernaturally emerged, seated on the second tier of suspended seats.
Invisible pressure swept through the room.
Each teacher has completely different abilities, with different costumes and accessories.
But they all have one thing in common.
They all wear the iconic "beak masks" on their faces, which have the effect of "goggles".
The bizarre-looking beak masks originated from the Black Death, one of the greatest plagues of the Middle Ages in Europe.
A group of people called 'plague doctors' appeared, and they wore these beak masks, which were filled with various spices and herbs to filter out the so-called disease, and were early versions of gas masks.
However, with the medical technology of the time, there was no cure for the Black Death.
These 'plague doctors', with their seemingly professional costumes, did not understand the principles of the disease and only used folk remedies such as.
1. Believing that illness came from the stench in the air, they lit incense to disperse 'sickness'.
2. Believing that illness is caused by contamination in the blood, the simple and crude 'bloodletting therapy' is widely used by them. These therapies not only have no therapeutic effect, but also may cause the patient to die prematurely in the middle of treatment.
Since they couldn't save the body, they had to collect the body.
Most plague doctors would recover the bodies of sick and dying patients for autopsy.
Their arrival was seen as akin to the arrival of the Grim Reaper, and whoever they treated would die.
In time, the oddly costumed plague doctors were rumored to be called 'death messengers' and the beak mask became an ominous symbol.
"The test evaluations have been completed, and your test performance has been divided into three grades.
Each grade corresponds to a different right to choose a tutor.
First, a list of 'passing grades' will be announced, and trainee Knights who are evaluated as passing will not have the right to choose for themselves.
Academic questions will be initiated to you by the tutors, and those who answer satisfactorily will become the tutors' personal apprentices."
"What if the answers are unsatisfactory?" Immediately someone asked.
"If no mentor is willing to take you in, you will become a low-level apprentice in the Mysticism Department, unable to obtain resources from the mentor's channels, and will have to fend for yourself... If you can't stay, you should choose to drop out."
Such a reply made many people's faces turn ugly.
Immediately following, a female teacher was in charge of reading out the names of the "pass file" students.
The one trainee knight who was read out looked ugly, and had the illusion of being labeled a slave.
There was a need to please the tutor as much as possible so that the tutor would accept them...or else there would be no future at all.
Out of a total of 37 students, there were even 25 students whose names were read.
"Next, we're going to announce the 'middle' list, and the students who are evaluated as 'middle' will at least be chosen by the mysticism faculty teacher whose title is 'lecturer'.
If your academic answers and your own talent are good, you may be chosen by an associate professor...it is highly unlikely that you will be chosen by a professor."
The students who tested up to the middle grade were nine in total, and Han Dong was not among them.
That meant that there were still three people left with evaluations above the middle grade.
"The list of 'excellent grades' will be announced next.
Students who have been rated 'excellent'; you have a double choice!
The first and second mentors may be selected and, at the end of six months, may shed one to specialize in one direction according to their preferences."
"Students who receive an excellent evaluation are.
Norman, overall rating 90."
The young Arab sitting cross-legged on a stone bench would smile.
"Mia Seminovich, overall rating 93."
The short-haired girl who had given out grass ointment to everyone before, when she heard her name, flipped her hair and smiled wanly, unable to hide her joy.
However, time passed.
The name 'Nicholas' was never pronounced, as if it was 'redundant'.