Chapter 141: Roots Replace Veins
In Fynren Village, two police officers stood guard, while a young housekeeper pointed at Seraph.
He accused Seraph of being a thief, of taking his gold coins.
Seraph stood calmly, his staff in hand.
The surrounding villagers looked at him, wondering what had happened.
Seraph raised his hand to stop the situation before it escalated.
The two police officers stood ready to arrest Seraph and a beggar.
"Calm down, sir. This is clearly an accusation. If this lady's gold coins were tossed elsewhere, I will take the blame unnecessarily."
The young housekeeper smiled. "It's not suspicious, it's strange. A sum of gold coins. You, with your torn, dirty clothes, give a beggar a gold coin. It's very suspicious. A short while later, I checked and discovered
a gold coin missing. And over there, you took it out of your pocket." Even though you're dressed like this, the two of you are the culprits. No offense!
Seraph shook his head, denying the accusations. [No evidence, but this is beautiful!]
"In short, these are accusations without any basis, just talk. You see, I'm a fairly wealthy man. Don't accuse me based on my appearance."
The maid's expression was extremely serious, unsure of what to do next.
Tears streamed down the young maid's cheeks as she collapsed, her head bowed to the floor.
The young maid burst into tears.
Sobbing...
"Please, if that gold coin goes missing, the money I earned will be in debt and my life will be over. So please, give me the gold coin."
The young maid bowed her head, begging. The one gold coin was a significant amount, and the young maid cried heavily.
Seraph sighed. "I can't help it, this beggar." I'll give the gold medal to this man instead.
Seraph took the gold medal and handed it to the young maid.
Seraph walked over and bent down to help the maid stand up.
"Don't cry anymore. I understand that the situation has changed, forcing me to say this. Next time, don't be so careless. Take good care of yourself. Then, I'll be going."
Seraph placed the gold medal in the maid's hand.
The maid stopped crying. Seraph stood up and dusted himself off.
Seraph walked away with a cold expression.
The old man sat there, confused, wondering where my gold medal was, amidst the applause of the people around him.
The applause reverberated loudly.
The people of Fynren Village admired his kindness.
Seraph walked away, thinking hard. [I thought I'd gotten away with it, thinking I'd been arrested for theft. At least he escaped with flying colors.]
Seraph walked until the applause faded from Seraph's body.
Kisen Staff asked, "Excellent, Seraph. You did a good job. What's next? How do we get inside the Phirenin School? Should we use the same plan again? I'm very good at concealing myself."
Seraph shook his head. "No, we should go directly to the school and ask to join the Phirenin School. How about this?"
"That's fine. There's no set time limit. I'll help you out a bit more. As for the test, I'm good at it."
Seraph nodded, appreciating the Kisen Staff. "Excellent. You deserve it, big brother Kisen, who saved my life. I'll do my best on this mission. I'll do my best for you."
[Well then, in any test, I'll have to be separated from the Kisen Staff. Once I can be separated from you, goodbye. I'm going back to Gollen Village.]
Seraph had anticipated that the entrance exam for the Phirenin Academy would be prohibited from bringing magical weapons into the testing room.
Time passed, and Seraph arrived at the entrance to the Phirenin Academy. It was a school predominantly water-based, with a bright blue shirt and fish-patterned patterns. People from the village were lining up,
waiting to enter the Academy.
The man in charge of the Phirenin Academy entrance exam was sitting on a chair. He was an elderly man, about fifty years old.
[Hmm, there are only ordinary people. Geniuses are rare. The Phirenin Academy is slowly declining.]
"Failed, next one."
The people lining up were children older than Seraph, with a noticeable age gap. The voices were chattering and gossiping. "Look, that kid is so young, trying to join the Phirenin Academy like this?"
"That's right. Even my older son didn't pass. How could he pass?"
The gossip could be heard.
Seraph must have said, "Next time, please keep your voice down. I can hear everything. Please be considerate."
The Seraph stood in front of the old man, waiting to take the test.
The children in front of the old man, upon hearing the word "fail," probably walked back with tears in their eyes.
At the testing table, there was a testing orb.
The old man's voice told the children taking the test in front of them:
"Failed."
"Failed." "Failed." "Failed." "Failed." "Failed." "Failed."
"Failed." "Failed."
The test began at any moment, with the simple act of touching the orb to determine whether a student was qualified to become a trainee.
"It was like Seraph's entrance exam for Seren Tenshin Academy."
As time passed, the sound of "failed." became so loud that he wondered if the word "passed."
"Failed." Seeing so many people failing, Seraph worried that if they didn't make it through this round, he would miss his chance to leave the Kisen staff.
"Oh, crap! Qualifications are a test. I don't like it that much. Each school has different criteria. Mine was just a test."
I'd already passed the Seren Tenshin Academy, but now I'm facing a test to join the Pyrennin Academy. It's a new level. Every other kid who's taking the test is a lot older than me, but I'm failing. I need urgent help.
I hope I can make it to the next round. Please, please, please. I'd better ask the Kisen Staff. Is there anything I can do to survive the test?
Seraph whispered to the Kisen Staff, "Brother Kisen, I'm not sure I can pass this test. Is there anything I can do to help me?"
Seraph asked for help because older kids are failing, so how can I, the younger ones, pass?
"Then I have a solution. It might hurt a bit, but I'll use my own roots instead of your hand to touch the marble. Be my root instead. Like this, you'll definitely pass. If it's your qualifications, you might not pass, but if it's mine, you'll definitely pass. I can trust this brother.
"Then, I'll take care of you."
The Kisen staff stabbed Seraph's hand, replacing his veins with his own root.
Seraph's right hand was touched by the root, controlling the veins of Seraph's right arm.
Seraph didn't feel any pain, and he didn't even know what had happened.
Seraph walked up to an old man sitting with a lazy expression. The writing on the table was clearly written.
Those who wish to take the entrance exam for the Flairin School must touch the crystal ball in front of them.
The old man in front of you will tell you whether you pass or fail. Any words outside of that, or any questions, will not be allowed.
The writing was written like this, making it easy to understand.
Seraph looked at the crystal ball in his right hand, raising it, ready to touch it.