Chapter 360 Silver Ping Three
“Hey! Man! What are you doing?!”
Suddenly, the two female guards nearby saw Jilan’s behavior, their expressions changed slightly, and they quickly pulled out He rushed over with a short sword at his waist.
However, Jilan turned a blind eye to this and kept walking at extremely fast speeds, darting to the center of the square in a flash.
There are already queues of young men and women standing here, forming a large square formation. It looks like there are nearly a hundred people.
However, based on their clothing, 70% to 80% of the nearly 100 people were nobles, and only a small number were commoners.
The two sides are clearly divided and stand on opposite sides.
It is very simple to distinguish the identities of nobles and commoners, because in this era, ordinary people can only afford linen sweaters and woolen sweaters, and there are many traces of sewing and mending. No matter how ordinary thirty or forty patches are, but.
Only the nobility wear brand new silks and furs, as well as colorful tights and pointed cowhide boots.
Gilan's sudden intrusion attracted the attention of this group of people.
Among the people who came to take the apprenticeship assessment, there were only a very small number of men, less than ten. Therefore, such a "reckless" civilian man came running in front of everyone, making the nobles present show contempt and disgust.
“Get this guy out quickly!”
A young female noble sneered.
The other nobles around her also kept urging the female guard to come, and the noise became louder for a while.
As soon as Jilan approached the crowd, the civilians quickly moved away, as if they did not want to have anything to do with him to avoid being implicated.
But just as the group of female guards surrounded Jilan, a female voice with an indifferent tone and dignity sounded:
"Quiet!"
Everyone fell silent and looked at the sound.
I saw a tall woman wearing a silver-white silk robe and blond hair shawl walking slowly.
Beside him, there is a female minister wearing a crown and long clothes. It was this person who spoke just now.
"What happened?"
The female minister, who looked like she was in her forties or fifties, asked in a cold voice without a smile.
"Minister Herald, this civilian has trespassed into the assessment area and we are about to expel him."
The guard quickly lowered his head and said.
The female minister glanced at Jilan and said lightly:
"Then what are you waiting for? Move quickly."
"Yes, minister."
The female guards swarmed up, surrounded Gilan, and were about to drag him out.
Gilan, however, had a calm face and said to the silver-robed woman:
“I’m here to take part in the apprenticeship assessment, madam.”
"Assessment?" The female minister sneered. "There is no need to waste Master McCalla's time. A third-class civilian is still a man. He must not even be able to pass the first test."
"How will you know if you don't try?" Gillan said.
"Take it away!" The female minister seemed not to waste her words and ordered the guards to rise.
However, the lady in silver robe raised her hand to signal.
“Forget it, let him stay here, the assessment will be over soon.”
McCalla's voice was soft and comfortable to the ears.
Hearing this, the female minister was helpless, but due to the status of the master, she had no choice but to acquiesce expressionlessly.
“Then, let’s start the assessment now.”
The female minister said loudly to the crowd.
“No whispering is allowed, keep quiet throughout the process, and those who violate the rules will be kicked out of Queen’s Square immediately!”
As she spoke, she made a gesture.
Several waitresses ran behind him and handed out pieces of parchment to each assessor. It also comes with a charcoal pencil.
Gilan took a pen and paper and looked down. There was a poem written in ancient Roman characters on it:
"Siren Statue"
This is a fortress Renxiang,
The sculptor is highly skilled.
The bronze statue has clever mechanisms:
There are water pipes hidden in the hands, mouth, and fork tips.
The water pipes in the hands fill the pool in three days;
< br>Fork tip water pipe, only takes one day;
Spitting water from the mouth will be faster,
Nine hours and thirty-six minutes will be enough.
If water is released from three places at the same time,
When will the pool be full?
‘Hmm...is there a mathematical problem hidden in the poem? Also, mathematics can be regarded as the basis of alchemy. If you can't even solve this simple linear equation of one variable, you are not qualified to be an apprentice at all. ’
Ji Lan secretly thought.
‘In addition, this question also hides a potential filtering condition, which is literacy... If you cannot understand the question, you will naturally not be able to solve it. ’
He raised his eyes quietly and noticed that the civilians were all scratching their heads and scratching their heads, their faces full of mourning and despair, and they were obviously illiterate.
Even among the nobles, there are a few expressions of embarrassment.
Gilan shook his head and wrote the answer on the parchment with charcoal: 6 hours, 15 minutes and 36 seconds.
His writing movements were quite conspicuous among the examiners, and immediately attracted the attention of the female minister and Mrs. McCarra.
"Huh?" The female minister frowned. "Why so fast? You're really really good at it, or you're just pretending..."
"Hmph! You, go over and have a look!"
She raised her finger and dispatched a guard.
The female guard who took the order quickly stepped forward, approached the blond young man, glanced at him, and then quickly returned.
"Report to the minister, the man wrote down the answer, which is 6 hours, 15 minutes and 36 seconds."
The guard lowered his head and said.
The female minister couldn't help but be stunned.
Mrs. McCullar on the side nodded and said softly:
“He got the answer right.”
The female minister showed displeasure, but she just snorted coldly.
Fifteen minutes later.
The guards, working with the maids, took back the parchment in the examiner's hand amid exclamations and wails.
After review and screening, 89% of the people were eliminated in this first round, leaving only a dozen people.
The only civilians among them were Ji Lan and another young man.
Ji Lan noticed that the young man looked nervous, sweating on his forehead, and his character seemed submissive and very introverted.
He quickly looked away because the second round of assessment began again. This time, each person was given a piece of parchment.
After Jilan got it, he read it again.
Soon, he raised his eyebrows.
There is another poem on the parchment, but it is full of unfamiliar ancient Roman characters and even symbols.
If he hadn't spent the mysterious points to study this language, he might not be able to understand it. The difficulty of identification is no less than that of Han Yu's "Lu Hun Mountain Fire and Huang Fu Shi Yong Qi Yun" in the previous life, comparable to this paragraph:
"Three rays of light are relaxed and the rhyme is no longer rhyme, and the tiger and bear are no longer rhyme." Elks, pigs, and monkeys are caught; water dragons, turtles, fishes, and turtles; crows, owls, eagles, pheasants, and swans are flying; Zhu Rong bids farewell to the humble, and flowers bloom in the garden, and hibiscus is covered with flowers."
"Thousands of bells and drums are heard, and the ears are noisy. There are mixed chirpings, boiling chirps, and red banners. Yuan, Ti Yan, Fei Chu, Leopard and Two Tigers.”
Even a Chinese would not dare to say that he knows every word of this poem.
One can imagine how difficult poetry on parchment is for examiners.
However, this does not trouble Gillan.
He picked up the pen again and marked the pronunciation of each character with ancient Roman American alliterative symbols.
But there was a person who was even faster than him.
"Madam, I have finished marking."
Not far ahead, a young woman in luxurious clothes raised her hand to signal, with a confident smile on her face.
The female minister immediately sent someone to take back the parchment in her hand and handed it to Mrs. McCalla who was standing aside.
The lady in silver robe nodded after looking at it and said softly:
“Yes, everything is correct.”
“Madam, that is the daughter of Count Nicholas’s family, My name is Le Mei. I am nineteen years old. I am smart and knowledgeable. I will definitely become your outstanding disciple.”
The female minister smiled from the side.
McCalla just hummed and said:
"No rush, there is still one last test, let's take a look."
Another fifteen minutes passed.
The maids took back all the parchment and handed it over for review.
This time, most of them were screened out again, leaving only eight people. Ji Lan discovered that the civilian young man still stayed.
After the eliminated candidates were sent out of the square by the guards, the female minister took two steps forward and said in a deep voice:
“The next is the final round of assessment.”
She Looking around, he ignored the two civilian men, smiled and nodded at the noble children, especially casting an admiring glance at the girl named Flamel.
“As long as you pass this round of assessment, you will be qualified to become Master McCalla’s apprentice.”
Hearing this, the remaining examiners looked expectant and excited. Only Jilan remained calm and glanced at the silver-robed lady without any trace.
‘Mrs. McCalla is the apostle of “Ms. Snow” in later generations, so where has her strength gone now? ’
Jilan thought secretly.
He did not dare to rashly turn on his spiritual vision to investigate, because it would definitely attract the other party's attention.
Soon, the third round of assessment began.
This time, instead of handing out parchments, Ms. McCalla personally stepped forward, took out three strange items, and placed them in her palms for everyone to identify.
They are pink corals the size of a finger, with small dense green bulges growing on the surface.
An irregular black pebble, and a green leaf covered with jagged teeth and red veins on the surface.
“As long as you can recognize one of the three materials, you will pass the test.”
McCalla said softly.
She walked up to the first noble woman and raised her hand to signal.
However, this aristocratic woman frowned, her expression changed several times, and she could not explain anything when she opened her mouth.
Mrs. McCarra shook her head and walked directly to the next person without waiting for a reply.
"Coral, obsidian, and...fern."
The noble woman gritted her teeth and answered.
"It's all wrong."
McCalla said softly.
She took another step and showed herself to the next person.
But five people in a row all answered incorrectly, and none of them passed the assessment.
The face of the female minister became more and more ugly. She even wondered in her heart whether Master McCalla did this on purpose and never thought of recruiting apprentices.
All this is just the other party perfunctory the royal family.
Soon, a clear and lively female voice sounded:
"This should be 'Yingshan'! The other two are 'Dead Coal' and 'Moon Blood Grass'!"
The person speaking was the noble girl who passed the examination the fastest in the second round. She had short purple-black hair and a good face.
“Your name is Flamel Nicolas, right?”
Mrs. McCalla smiled at the girl.
"Madam, yes."
The noble girl said respectfully.
McCalla nodded, quite pleased.
“That’s right, you got two of your answers correct… The last one is not ‘Moon Blood Grass’, but ‘Crimson Fern’.”
"So that's it." Flamel was a little frustrated. "Yes, 'Moon Blood Grass' will have silver spots, I forgot about this."
"It's already pretty good." Mrs. McCullar smiled. "You go and wait aside first."
"Yes, madam." Flamel smiled, walked away obediently, and walked to the side.
Then he turned his attention to the last two civilian youths remaining, quite curious.
McCalla took away the three materials on hand, replaced them with three more, and showed them to the young man beside Gillan.
The man was sweating continuously, his face turned pale, and he hesitated and said three nouns.
However, what is unexpected is that one of them got it right and successfully passed the assessment.
"What's your name?"
McCarrath asked softly.
The young civilian man stammered and said:
"Back to... back to Madam, my name is Galken Sousa."
"Very good, Mr. Galken, you can also go and wait at Flamel's place."
McCalla said softly .
The commoner young man named Galken let out a long breath, wiped his sweat, and walked to Flamel's side with his head buried under the unkind eyes of the nobles.
Finally, Mrs. McCarrah changed another wave of materials, handed her hand to the blond young man, and said with a gentle smile:
"What are these three things?"
Jilan lowered his eyes, a flash of light in his eyes.
The beautiful entries suddenly appeared.
(End of this chapter)