The "book" quickly swept the entire test paper, and then wrote the comprehensive total score of the three subjects at the front of the paper: 17 points. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was a full 100 points off the final result.

"Hmm...... Looks like the problem is with Maisie?" Nanava said, tilting her head.

"Eh, is that all there is to it?" Mystery Moon was disappointed, "Isn't it that the book deliberately shielded Maisie and used the condition of high scores in exchange for honey barbecue - ouch!"

Lily slapped her on the back of the head, "Shut up!"

"Do you want to keep reading?" Asha asked timidly, "It would be better for us to get out of here sooner, in case someone finds out." ”

"Wait," said Candleflame in a deep voice, "maybe something went wrong in the transcription." ”

"No, I already know the outcome, that's it......" Evelyn shook her head. If it was the original way of writing, it was indeed possible to confuse the tightly arranged numbers, but in the popular education promoted by His Majesty Roland, the numbers were replaced with simple and easy-to-remember single-stroke glyphs, so the chance of recognizing the mistake was too slim.

"I think it was Maisie who flew in through the window and jerky the meat - stop!" Mystery Moon covered her head, "Don't do it, I won't say it." ”

I saw that the "book" checked all the test papers and began to transcribe the scores, until everyone's grades were concentrated on a table, and the score in the Maisie column was still seventeen points.

"It really isn't Mr. Scroll's problem," Candleflame sighed.

"Can we go?" said Asha anxiously.

Evelyn was about to answer when the "scroll" suddenly stood up and looked in the direction of the door. The six of them immediately followed her gaze, only to notice that the door had been opened at some point, and a town hall apprentice appeared in front of the office door.

"What are they talking about?" asked Mitsuki.

The illusion has no sound, so everyone can only judge the conversation between the two by the shape of their mouths.

"It seems to be Lord Scroll...... H.E. Barov...... Looking for you?"

Then the "scroll" nodded, and followed the apprentice out of the office.

At the moment when the door closed, perhaps because of the air current, a cold wind suddenly rolled up in the room, blowing everyone's test papers and scattering them on the floor.

"Ah...... Window. Lily was stunned.

Evelyn saw it too—the window that had been closed before had been opened open a crack. It can only be said that the scroll did not close the window, but the window was driven by the air flow generated by the opening and closing of the door, and the window was washed open. With the autumn wind outside, the window swayed back and forth, opening wider and bigger, and it didn't take long for another strong wind to smash it back onto the window frame, although no sound could be heard, but from the degree of tremor of the glass, it could be seen that the impact was not small.

A jaw-dropping scene happened.

The air swept across the office again, scraping the pen holder onto the table, and the quill slammed into the mouth of the inkwell, and suddenly flew up, landing on the spot that happened to be the report card.

The nib of the quill pen landed first, and it unbiasedly brushed the grid filled with Maisie's score, leaving a short vertical that turned the original seventeen points into a three-digit one hundred and seventeen points.

Someone probably heard a loud noise coming from the office, and the door was pushed open again, and the apprentice who had left the notice rolled out first looked around, and then walked in in surprise.

She walked to the window, re-tightened all the windows, and crouched down to tidy up the office for the books.

It wasn't until all the papers were put back together and neatly laid out on her desk that she left with a light foot of satisfaction.

Is that what happened? Evelyn and Candleflame looked at each other.

Was it not a transcription error, nor was it a deception, but a fortuitous wind?

Evelyn could already guess what was going to happen, and the scroll received an order from Her Majesty's envoy Changge to hand over the transcript to Wendy, who was not the grader, and would not question the scroll's judgment even if she was confused by Maisie's results.

"Ha, at the insistence of Mystery Moon, the truth has finally been discovered," Mystery Moon looked up and said, "The culprit is ...... Scroll Teacher!"

"It's the wind!" Lily said through gritted teeth.

"But if the windows of the books were closed, the wind wouldn't mess up the papers and blow the quills away, would it?"

"How can you say that!"

"No," Nanava mused, "if so, it should be the fault of His Highness Roland. It was he who built the new town hall here, not only enlarging it, but also building two more floors. Without this extra second layer, it would not have been possible for the scroll to be judged here. ”

"Uh...... You have a point, so the culprit is—Your Majesty Roland?"

"Enough of you!"

"Excuse me...... Can I finish it?" said Asha looked like she was about to cry.

"I'm sorry, it's already okay," Evelyn patted her on the shoulder, "thank you, let's go." ”

"Eh, let's go, maybe we'll be able to find the next quiz in the book's office?"

"That's what you're here for!" Lily pounced, "I'm not going to let you mess around!"

"I—I'm just talking!"

......

Eventually, the investigation ended like a farce, and after saying goodbye to the candlelight, Evelyn returned to the Witches' Mansion alone.

Although the truth came out, her mood could not calm down at all.

For some reason, the flying paper and the falling quills kept coming to her mind—the irregularity of the trajectory of the two, but at the last moment, they produced a clever and perfect result.

Not only the pen and paper, but also the air flow driven by the door, the time the apprentice takes in and out, all of which are components of this result, and without any of the conditions, it is impossible to change the score.

However, these conditions are unconscious and confusing.

That being said, the same goes for bartending.

Add various ingredients to the wine, but do not feel each flavor in turn, they blend and influence each other in the wine, and each taste that can be accepted by people requires countless attempts, and sometimes a chance combination creates those unique flavors.

Evelyn couldn't help but think of what His Majesty Roland had said about the microscopic spheres—they were always disturbing in disorder, each seemingly unrelated, but as a whole expressing wonderful traits.

She closed her eyes and felt something coming out of her mind.

The world is full of chaos.

But there are hidden results in the chaos.

It's like it's predestined.

Evelyn snapped her eyes open and reached for the glass of water on the table.

The cool water that had been left for a day rippled in a circle, and then the color changed, like a drop of paint poured into it, and the surface of the water gradually turned orange-red, and a fragrance that had never been smelled before wafted into her nose.

She hesitated for a moment, then stuck out her tongue and licked it.

An indescribable sweetness suddenly filled the tip of her tongue - slightly astringent, but the strong and mellow sweetness was not comparable to any type of drink.

It's like a mixture of juice and milk, a mixture of tea and honey, and Evelyn can't describe the exact taste, but she's sure of one thing.

This is definitely not wine.