Artekz Ziegler lowered his head and wandered outside Minister Barkomon's door for half an hour, hesitating whether to go in.

During this period, he kept looking at the student profile information in his hands and muttering: "How to deal with it?"

If this scene is seen by others, I would probably be very surprised: Professor Atekiz, the head of the college committee, the direct agency of the Ministry of Education, would actually hold a student information in his hand and be still there

Consider showing it to the Minister of Education.

As a purely educational planet, the highest administrative body of White Candle Star is not the Mage Conference, but the Ministry of Education directly appointed by the Crystal Tower Supreme Conference. At that time, the Minister of Education, Balkomon Pahlavi Baster was a veritable leader.

, the man holding the highest power of this planet.

"How should I report this? No matter how I look at it, it is too suspicious. If such a mistake is pointed out at this time, it is very likely to anger the minister. But if I ignore it like this, if something goes wrong in the future, the entire civilization may be

It will be affected."

Outsiders think that Professor Atekiz is only 78 years old and serves as the chief of the college committee. He governs the alliance of sixteen universities and is responsible for the adjustment of students and the allocation of resources for each university. He is already a high-powered bureaucrat with an unlimited future.

Scenery.

But even so, Attkez still raised his mind when he thought of dealing with Minister Barkomon.

Because this minister had just returned from the second level of the star abyss - the realm abyss, and had already suffered a curse of rising power and a strange personality.

There are rumors that he was once the biological flesh and blood of a certain senator in the Supreme Council, and he should have stayed in the mother star, but because of the curse of the floating curse, he was distrustful and excluded, and feared his strength, so he placed him in

The educational planet behind will not waste talents or worry about problems.

Atkez has never been to Xingyuan. As a young man who has just entered the Jota (Ι, the ninth Greek letter), he does not intend to dive too early to break through the shackles, and the Minister of Education has truly returned from the battlefield.

The Cappa level (Κ, the tenth Greek letter), as long as he wants, the planet will disappear in an instant.

When he talked about the narrative level, his tone became a little heavier involuntarily, and his eyes flashed with dissatisfaction and resentment.

"We initially suspected that he was cheating, or using magic or technological means, but we found that everything was normal, there were no traces of plug-ins in the background, and the magic fluctuations were also very stable, and the possibility of cheating was ruled out."

Attkez saw Barkomon at first sight, he was attracted by his temperament - it was a strange temperament. The light hit Barkomon and was faintly distorted. Even though he knew that he was a soldier.

His body is straight and his posture is upright, but in Attkez's perspective, Barkomon is not straight, his facial features and nose always give people a strange feeling of twisting and rotating like a spiral

.

Atekz can understand every element in the picture, but when combined together, he can only feel physiological discomfort and horror. He seems to be able to understand the meaning of the picture, but it is too abstract and abundant.

His emotions completely overwhelmed his sanity.

"Five minutes?"

“People’s creativity is always so poor.”

"Hmph, I've seen Hechlius, the general of [English Empire], who is arrogant, short-sighted and arrogant. In the abyss, if they hadn't shared the curse in groups, they really depended on themselves, they would still be

I may not be able to do well.”

Barkomon is a strong man with a cold appearance. He has a bald head, a shaved beard, and an inverted triangle-like physique with a bear-like body, making him look completely different from a mage, but a warrior or a warrior.

, but this is not the most eye-catching.

Since it was Barkomon who took the initiative to ask about his purpose, Artekz felt relieved and said the words he had thought:

"Minister Barkomon, our White Candle Star held a magic qualification exam today, recruited a special student."

The calm middle-aged male voice rang out, and Artekzilied his formal mage robe and immediately pushed the door open and came in.

Atekiz's previous greetings made Barkomon feel distracted. This serious soldier even teased Atekiz:

"Tell me quickly, you didn't recruit a hairless mouse to go to university, right? Actually, it's not impossible. The Crystal Tower is a very open civilization. For non-human and subhuman creatures, as long as they are not biochemical and biological organisms, as long as they are not biochemical.

We are happy to accept the addition of the cannibal monsters that are pretending or bad-minded, even silicon-based creatures and atmospheric creatures - this is also a manifestation of our interstellar influence."

"Come in."

Barkomont also told a cold joke:

"Although we are not in line with interstellar civilization."

After hesitation, out of his basic qualities as a technocrat, Attkez decided to knock on the door.

Barkomon took the neat paper, and Artekz immediately noticed that the words were twisted unnaturally where his fingers passed, as if the light would be bent by gravity, and the wire would be wrapped around in circles.

.

Barkomon didn't care:

The implication is that I am like this, all because of Xingyuan.

"What's more, Red King has betrayed Xingyuan. Besides, the old man has never noticed a little person like us. Just don't worry about scolding - by the way, you come to me, you shouldn't just discuss Xingyuan.

?”

"It is not good to argue for the gods, let alone He is the Lord God who holds the way of the [Robber]."

"Chief Attkez, you don't have to forcefully interpret the content of the painting."

"The name is Leoz, well, a very bad street name, I can even throw a stone into a bad guy with the same name and surname as the gods, angels, whether it is Red, Arthur, or Levie

Honest…”

"Oh, how special is he? He can actually make our youngest chief of the college committee teleport to me and discuss this issue in person."

"No need to worry, the people from [Annihilation Temple] and [Group of the Imperial Kingdom] have been scolding each other. I have never seen such a trick on my teammates. I will never cooperate with them again."

As soon as he entered the door, the first thing he saw was not the desk, but an oil painting hanging high on the wall. The painting style was exquisite and gorgeous, but the content was extremely messy and abstract - the cold blizzard broke the fat woman's belly, the baby

Incarnated as a giant, standing upright, breaking out of his belly, holding his umbilical cord in his hand, whipping the flames and smoke like a whip. Countless mantis are riding a human as big as a spacecraft, shooting at the soles of the baby's feet with popcorn

The beer bottle cap tore open the emerald green wounds, and gold coins and oatmeal porridge were pouring out.

This is not a good job. Contacting people like the minister will have to bear great psychological pressure.

"Not to mention the people of [Annihilation Temple], a group of missionary madmen have been searching for something called spirit maggots. For it, many people died and several people went crazy. There are also [United Enterprise]

There is really no good thing for these people who believe in Red King.”

"There are still problems with this, you will know at a glance."

Barkomon saw Attkez's hesitation and weirdness and explained casually:

But he didn't know whether the information he was going to submit would affect or stimulate the minister.

Barkomon smiled knowingly, as if he remembered something happy:

"My father was going to name me 'Acmond' - it is said to be the name of a big demon, and I hope I will not be disturbed by evil demons in the future - I'll get out of the way. Let me look at this Leoz's

Score, objective questions, full scores, experimental questions, full scores, subjective questions, full scores, composition..."

Artekz touched his nose:

"Most parents will have certain wishes for their children, and some of them will also give their children some great names. Of course, some will also deliberately give their children bad names."

"So, you came here to tell me: Minister, we have found the treasure? Is that true?"

"I didn't expect that there was such a genius in the Abyss? If I remember correctly, after the examination reform 20 years ago, the number of questions has increased by 40%. In five days, for mortals (gamma-level)

, The people who can finish it are already very good. It took him five minutes? Has he become an extraordinary person?"

"It's good that you think so, but I'm afraid something happens and I have to let you take responsibility."

"That's a good thing. Our planet has such a genius - contact the Supreme Council quickly and bring this young man into the 'Crystal Hall'. He is the target of our focus in the future."

"Sit down, this is not a narrative territory, you don't need to stand when talking to your superiors."

Barcomon was surprised:

"You are right, you can support your reputation."

He forced himself to suppress both physical and psychological discomfort and submitted the students' information.

Artekz explained:

"After all, objective questions can be cheated, and subjective questions cannot be cheated. No matter how a person avoids them, he cannot change him. He is a person with subjective emotions. His words will reveal the author's own thoughts and soul.

Through the work, you can see the author's position, experience, education, even emotional status and whether he has physical experience - after our tests, he did not cheat."

"That painting was a specialty brought from the Star Abyss. It was lucky and did not allow the narrative level to be confiscated."

The middle-aged man's voice sounded again, making Atkez wake up as if he was in a dream. He didn't dare to look at the picture again, but turned to look at the middle-aged man behind the maple table and said respectfully:

Barkomon was happy, and a strange and bent smile appeared on his face, which was twisted by invisible power, which was extremely ghostly and horrifying, which made Atkez feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Minister Barkomon, this student took only 5 minutes to take the exam."

Dear, dear, dear.

Attackz also said half-spokenly at this time, showing a worried attitude:

"No problem, I don't have much work today."

"Minister Barcomon, I'm sorry to bother you in your work."

Barkomon muttered:

So Atkez quickly struck while the iron was hot: "Narrative civilization is the overlord of the universe. They are used to being domineering, so they feel that the whole universe has to revolve around them."

Artekzi's eyelids twitched and advised cautiously:

The more Barkomon looked, his face became more strange. His face, which was already distorted by his irresistible invisible power, became even more distorted.

He spread out the information and read every line of words carefully, his eyes were serious and cold, his eyebrows were furrowed together, and the veins on the fierce big bald head burst out, like earthworms, looking hideous and terrifying.

Barkomon put his hands on the table and stood up slowly. He held the report and walked in the office. He first went to the bookcase, shook his head back and forth, and frowned. Then he thought Artekz didn't exist, so he just wanted to do so.

Sitting on the sofa, scratching his head, holding his chin, and almost squeezed his face together.

After a while, he walked to the window with his hands behind his back, looking at the white candle star lingering in the white atmosphere outside the orbit.
Chapter completed!