ghost on paper

Chapter 119 The Cheater of the Spiritual Essay Contest

another world.

Really in trouble.

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The topic of the first preliminary test of the spiritual essay competition announced by Princess Elizabeth is "Copy the spiritual essays you have completed independently or participated in the translation, the one with the most wins, and 1000 people will be selected to advance from 10 people."

At the same time, the princess also announced that "those who advance will receive the Knight of the Rose Piercing Medal issued by the king himself, and become a glorious king's knight."

When Princess Elizabeth announced this honor, almost all the contestants present gave out their admiration, and the surrounding citizens of Lundini suddenly burst into discussion.

Knights, the lowest rank of nobility, can already enjoy the privileges of nobility. The difference from real nobility is that their status cannot be passed on.

The king was really generous this time.

He even planned to issue 10 knight medals at once.

The citizens of Lundiny remembered that this was a war-time reward.

The honor of knights in peacetime is as precious as jewels, especially the knights canonized by the king. In the past 10 years, the number of knights of the king did not exceed 20.

The citizens cast their envious eyes on the King's Square, and among the 1000 contestants, these 1000 people will give birth to 10 aristocratic classes that are completely separated from the civilian class, which is enviable.

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In Truman's view, 1000 out of 10 people are selected, and the elimination rate is 100:1, which is almost the same as the popular positions in public examinations on earth.

It can be called 'clean and neat'.

For this kind of test efficiency, Truman is somewhat appreciative.

But for the test questions, he was a little confused.

I have known for a long time that even with the wealth of the king, it is impossible to allocate a real spiritual carrier for each contestant, and to verify their spiritual level through spiritual translation.

But Truman did not expect to use this form of answer sheet for the assessment.

I wrote a spiritual text, who can prove that I completed it independently or with my participation?
Isn't that just bragging?

Thinking about it again, it actually makes sense. After all, Lingwen is a kind of magical language. If it has not been translated, it will not be engraved in the translator's mind. This engraving is hard to forget.

During the three months that Truman was in the potion workshop, the total number of translated spiritual scripts was about 3. Until now, the structure and shape of each spiritual script can be clearly recalled.

Therefore, although ordinary paper, ink, and brushes are used, and the written spiritual text has no magical power, it can still prove the translator's spiritual proficiency level from a certain aspect, at least the level of related projects that he has participated in.

To eliminate 1000 contestants with such an efficiency, this method seems outrageous, but it also makes sense.

Of the 300 spirit texts in Truman's memory, there are about 250 after removing the duplicates.

The repetition of the spiritual text refers to the repetition in consecutive words, which will not trigger the principle of uniqueness of the spiritual text. If it is copied in the competition, it will be deducted and it will not count as a result. After Princess Elizabeth announced the start of the competition just now, the A clerk said it when he read the rules.

And the number of these 250, if they are all copied, should be enough to rank in the top 10... Shouldn't it?

Truman glanced left and right, and saw that after everyone received the papers, they began to write hard. Although the standard answering time given by the king is only 2 hours, do you really have so much content to write?

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At this moment, on the wide King's Square, each contestant has received a wooden board, a dozen light gray fiber papers, a quill pen, and a bottle of ink.

There is no clean white paper in this era. Although the paper used by the king is made of the whitest white linen, because there is no bleaching technology and chemicals, the paper is still light gray and covered with capillary-like texture.

Moonlight Knight was dazed looking at the paper in his hand.

In the beginning, he was indeed full of pride.

Speaking of the number of spiritual texts translated, he once completed a 56-character long spiritual text in public on the Shenwei Prison behind him, and the resulting spiritual tide permeated the entire King's Square. It is called a spectacle, and he is still a citizen of Lundin The miracle of word of mouth.

Therefore, when it comes to the previous achievements in spiritual text translation, Moonlight Knight is worthy of anyone... Huh?

There were 1000 contestants lined up on the King's Square, and the distance between every two contestants was only about two meters. With the eyesight of the moonlight knight, he could glance left and right and take the paper next door into his eyes.

Of course, with the pride of the spiritual master Moonlight Knight, he disdains plagiarism, he just casually looks at the progress of his opponents.

Then he saw a middle-aged uncle next door writing quickly on the paper. During the time when Moonlight Knight was proud of himself, he had already written at least 20 spiritual texts, and he still continued to write. .

Those spiritual texts flowed out from the uncle's quill pen very smoothly, and within half an hour, one article was filled, not to mention 50, but also 30, or 40.

Moonlight Knight was stunned.

"Uncle? I haven't asked yet, which potion workshop did you graduate from?"

Moon Night Knight asked in a low voice full of admiration.

This uncle, who was dressed plainly and looked more like a folk teacher, raised his head and smiled at Moonlight Knight while he was busy: "I am the administrator of the National Museum."

"Librarian~" Moonlight Knight suddenly realized that this is a very powerful profession, "I admire, I just don't know where you have completed such a huge amount of spiritual translation work?"

The uncle administrator chuckled, and ignored Moonlight Knight.

The Moonlight Knight wanted to chat again, but he didn't get a response, but there was no need to chat anymore, because looking to the left, the burly contestant who looked like a coal worker also had a lot of writing on the paper. Thirty words.

"Your Excellency is also the librarian?" Moonlight Knight asked cautiously.

"I'm a steelworker," replied the strong man.

"Then what adventure did you have to participate in an outstanding deciphering work so that you can rewrite so many spiritual texts?" Moonlight Knight was curious.

hehe.The strong man smiled honestly, ignored the Moonlight Knight, and continued to write his spiritual text.

"I really didn't realize that there are spiritual experts everywhere in Lundini~"

The Moonlight Knight looked left and right, and found that each contestant could write at least ten or eight, and at most thirty or fifty, especially powerful ones. For example, the librarian is still writing. Go to one hundred and eighty characters.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

The Moonlight Knight looked up to the sky and sighed.

"Since I gave birth to the Moon Night Knight, how can I give birth to all the residents of Lundiny?"

"I bid farewell to the translation of spiritual texts, and I will only be my city's hero!"

Say it.

Moonlight Knight is about to throw a pen away.

He suddenly heard a 'pop' sound, turned his head and saw a booklet dropped out by the steel worker next door, the Moonlight Knight's eyes were sharp, and at a glance, he could see all the spiritual inscriptions in tiny characters on it.

In an instant, Moon Night Knight's eyes widened.

"Cheating!"

he screamed.

"You cheat!"

The iron worker immediately turned pale and begged for mercy, "Don't yell, Lord Knight, others can recite spiritual scriptures, but I have a bad brain and can't memorize many spiritual scriptures, so I can only copy them down. Please, don't report me !"

"Fart! I worked so hard and almost became an idiot to translate 56 characters. You can copy forty or fifty at random. Is that fair? If I don't report you, am I worthy of my brain?!"

(End of this chapter)