The day of the final exam arrived quickly.

The witches sat together in the hall, waiting for Juan to distribute the shijuàn.

Andrea gracefully trimmed her nails with a small knife, her mind already drifting to dinner—according to His Highness Roland, the first term of study would come to an end after today's exam. To celebrate, everyone would receive a serving of ice cream bread.

For her, this meant that she would be able to eat far more than one serving of bread.

These days, whenever she had free time, she would play Landlord with Ashes and Sylvie. This game, which required a certain amount of strategy and skill, was somewhat similar to the Beast Chess popular among the upper aristocracy, both emphasizing strengths and avoiding weaknesses, and moving after careful consideration. She believed that she was no worse than Tilly, and Ashes was not a match for her, and the facts proved this. Now she had obtained six ice cream bread IOUs, four from Ashes and two from Sylvie. In other words, as long as His Highness arranged this delicacy in the desserts, the two of them would have to give it up.

Today was obviously a good day for a harvest. At dinner, she would be able to enjoy three servings of ice cream bread all by herself, enough to eat her fill!

As for the exam, Andrea was naturally confident.

Since learning about it, she had asked Sylvie about the last test and had even done the questions herself. As a result, she found the test very simple, about the same as the aristocracy's enlightenment, mainly on literacy and vocabulary, and some of the so-called arithmetic knowledge was the simplest profit and loss calculation, not as good as the level of the steward's accountant, let alone the family's financial calculation. In this area, she was recognized as a genius in the family, and she was already able to check the accounts at the age of fifteen.

To do everything to the best of her ability, that was the demeanor of a noble.

The shijuàn were quickly distributed.

There were three questionnaires in total. Andrea quickly glanced at the top. The three papers were respectively titled Kingdom Language Test, Basic Arithmetic, and Elementary Nature.

Good, just like last time.

She couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, first unfolding the Kingdom Language test shijuàn, and picking up her quill to write directly.

It only took her a quarter of an hour to answer the questions on the paper. Although the vocabulary range was wider than last time, and there were several strange examination methods, such as "reading comprehension" and "cloze," these were not difficult for her. Isn't it just answering questions and completing sentences after understanding the content? It's just making a mystery.

Next was basic arithmetic.

The beginning was still a simple profit and loss calculation, but gradually, Andrea's speed slowed down.

What does this mean? Describing two intersecting lines with several dots above them using an equation?

She felt a tightness in her heart. The feeling of reading "The Theoretical Foundation of Natural Science" surged into her heart again. Why did she recognize every word, but didn't know what it meant when they were put together?

The next few questions were the same.

Andrea felt beads of sweat on her forehead.

She took a deep breath, held her breath, and quietly turned her head to look at Nightingale in the back row—as a fellow noble, could she give her a hint?

But the other party's expression immediately made her feel cold.

Nightingale was staring blankly at the paper, her quill in her mouth, her eyes not moving for a long time.

Could it be that the questions were too difficult?

Tilly did not come to take the exam, and Anna xiaojie, who was rumored to be gifted, was also nowhere to be seen, and the people around her were still struggling with the first page, so there was no way to refer to them.

After about a quarter of an hour, everyone began to turn to the second paper. Even so, the pens in their hands did not stop for a moment, and even Maggie was constantly writing—good heavens, she didn't even hold the pen correctly, holding the quill in her fist like a claw, could she still answer the questions?

Andrea finally couldn't hold back, pretending that she had finished the basic arithmetic paper, and turned to the last Elementary Nature.

However, compared to the simple question and answer last time, this time there were numbers and incomprehensible symbols. Wait...did this also require calculation?

She suddenly felt that the development of the matter had deviated from her expectations.

The only gratifying thing was that Ashes had stopped writing long ago, obviously equally helpless with these questions.

But...damn it, she thought bitterly, what's so happy about winning over a big fool whose brain is full of muscles?

In anxiety, Juan announced the end of the exam. Andrea leaned back in her chair, watching the papers in front of her being taken away, and for a moment felt that the three servings of ice cream at night were not so sweet.

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"Your Highness, here are all the shijuàn," Juan placed a stack of papers on the desk, "Do you really want to check the results yourself?"

"That's right," Roland smiled, "Sometimes grading is also a kind of fun."

For example, you can see many strange answers, or capture the pain and suffering of the test takers between the lines, which are spiritual food for leisure.

"Shall I help you count the scores?"

"Then I'll trouble you." He nodded, and then shouted, "Nightingale, don't peek."

"I knew it," Nightingale appeared from the recliner, pouting, "Why doesn't Anna have to take the exam? Isn't the semester over? All the sisters in the Witch Union should participate."

Roland couldn't help laughing, "Because this shijuàn was made by her and Juan."

Her voice choked, and it took a long time before she said, "What about your sister?"

"Tilly...she acted as the reviewer, and did the paper in advance to see if there were any omissions," the prince spread his hands, "By the way, her score is full marks."

Nightingale's figure suddenly seemed to become very heavy.

Roland shook his head helplessly and began to grade the papers.

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When all the scores were tallied, he stretched lazily. The Sleeping Island witches had made considerable progress in this final exam. Candle, Evelyn, and Sylvie, who stayed, all passed. Among them, Evelyn improved the most, from five points last time to sixty-two points this time. Although it was still the lowest of the three, it was obvious that she had put in a lot of effort.

However, the scores of the three new combat witches were generally low, and no one exceeded fifty points. This was probably due to the short teaching time, coupled with the decline in the proportion of Kingdom Language scores, so it was understandable that the scores were not ideal.

But Nightingale was very bad. She had been studying with everyone, and the sum of the three scores was lower than last time, which made Roland a little dumbfounded. It seems that learning is really a talent, and sometimes you can't force it.

The only thing that made him feel strange was Maggie.

She didn't get many of the math and natural calculation questions right, and the formulas she used were also completely wrong, but she got jiug right on the multiple-choice and true-false questions, and finally got sixty-three points, which was really incredible.

How did she do that?

Roland couldn't figure it out for a while.