"What did you get for question ten?" Rudy asked, scratching his head as they left the classroom.
"I put B." Michael replied, looking unsure.
The guy groaned, almost pulling his hair in frustration. "I put D. I could have sworn that was the answer…"
"The answer was A, hundred-year ginseng… Did you guys even study properly?" Melody piped up beside them, wearing a judgmental expression."
Now it was Michael's turn to despair. If he were to believe anyone's answer—that would be Melody's. However, he quickly brushed it off. There was no point in complaining about results that he could not change.
"Stay sharp, we still have our elective exams today. Then tomorrow is spellcrafting…"
"Was that meant to make me feel better?" Rudy remarked, massaging his brow. "Just thinking about inscriptions is giving me a headache."
Michael's eyebrow rose, "I forgot to ask you, what sort of exam is it for inscriptions? Do you need to carve your own runes onto an artifact?"
