Release that Witch

The "Book" quickly swept the entire test paper, and then wrote a total score of three subjects at the beginning of the volume: 17 points.

And the final result is a full percentage.

"Oh... it seems that the problem lies with McMug?" Nana Wa.

"Hey, is the result just like this?" Mystery is greatly disappointing. "Isn't it that the book is deliberately covering the wheat, using the conditions for high scores in exchange for honey sauce!"

Lily slaps on the back of her head. "You shut me up!"

"Do you want to continue watching?" Axia asked, "We will leave here early, if it is discovered, it will be bad."

"Wait a minute," the candle sighed. "Maybe something went wrong when you transcribed."

"No, I already know the result, so that's it..." Evelyn shook her head. If it is the original writing method, it is possible to mix the numbers in a compact arrangement. However, in the popular education implemented by Roland, the numbers are replaced with simple and easy-to-remember single-character glyphs, so the chances of admitting mistakes are too embarrassing.

"I think it is McMug who flies in from the window and stops the meat!" Mystery Month grabbed his head. "Don't do it, I don't say it."

I saw that the "book" checked all the papers and began to transcribe the scores until all the results were concentrated on one form. The score in the section of the wheat is still seventeen points.

"It seems that it is not a question of the teacher of the book," the candlelight took a sigh of relief.

"Can we go?" Axia was anxious.

Evelyn was preparing to respond, and the "book" suddenly stood up and looked in the direction of the door. The six immediately followed her gaze, only to notice when the door was opened, and a town hall apprentice appeared in front of the office.

"What are they talking about?" asked the mystery.

There is no sound in the illusion, so everyone can only judge the conversation between the two through the mouth type.

"It seems to be an adult book... Lord Barov... Is there something for you?"

Then the "book" nodded and left the office with the apprentice.

At the moment when the door was closed, perhaps because of the airflow, a cold wind was suddenly rolled up in the house, and all the test papers were blown up and scattered on the floor.

"Ah... window." Lily muttered.

Evelyn also saw that the window that had been closed before was opened with a slit. It can only be said that the book does not close the window, and the window is opened by the airflow generated by the opening and closing of the door. With the sudden autumn winds, the window swayed back and forth, the bigger and bigger, not long after, it was a strong wind to bring it back to the window frame, although I could not hear the sound, but the tremor from the glass The degree can be seen that the impact is not small.

A jaw-dropping scene happened.

The airflow swept through the office again, and the pen holder was scraped onto the table. The quill pen slammed into the ink bottle mouth and suddenly flew up. The landing position was exactly the transcript.

The tip of the quill pen first landed, and the square filled with the score of the wheat stubble was wiped unbiased, leaving a short vertical, turning the original 17 points into a three-digit one hundred and seventeen points.

Probably someone heard the loud noise from the office, the door was pushed open again, and the apprentice who left the notice book first looked at the probe and then walked in with surprise.

She went to the window and pulled all the windows back together, then squatted down and picked up the office for the book.

Until all the documents were reorganized and placed neatly on the desk, she walked away with satisfaction.

Is this the case? Evelyn is opposite to the candlelight.

Isn't it a mistake in the transcription of a book, or is it a lie, but a casual wind?

Evelyn could already guess what happened next. The book received an order from the majesty to make a long song, and handed the transcript to Wendy, and Wendy was not a reviewer, even if he was confused about Mai’s performance. Nor will it question the judgment of the book.

"Hah, in the mystery of the moon, the truth is finally discovered," the mystery month looked up, "the culprit is... the book teacher!"

"It's the wind!" Lily gnashed her teeth.

"But if the book is closed, the wind will not blow up the papers, isn't it a blow?"

"Where are you saying this!"

"No," Nanawa muttered. "If this is said, it should be the fault of His Royal Highness. It is he who built the new town hall here, not only expanded a circle, but also covered two layers. Without this The extra second layer, the book is not likely to be judged here."

"Oh... you said it makes sense, so the culprit is Roland?"

"you are enough!"

"Excuse me... can I end it?" Axia looked like she was crying out.

"Sorry, it's ok," Evelyn patted her on the shoulder. "Thank you, let's go."

"Hey, let's go? Maybe we can find the next quiz in the office of the book?" The mystery month was in front of everyone.

"This is the real purpose of your coming here!" Lily rushed up. "I won't let you mess!"

"I, I just talked about it!"

......

The final investigation ended in a farce, and after the farewell to the candle, Evelyn returned to the witch building.

Although the truth came to the fore, her mood was not calm at all.

I don't know why, the flying paper and the falling quill pen are constantly appearing in her mind. The trajectory of the two is irregular, but at the last moment, it forms a subtle and perfect result.

Not only the paper and the pen, the airflow driven by the door leaf, the time when the apprentice enters and exits, the components of this result, without any one condition, can not achieve the change of the score.

However, these conditions are unconscious and confusing.

That being said, the same is true for bartending.

Adding various ingredients to the wine, you don't feel every taste in the taste. They blend and influence each other in the wine. Every taste that can be accepted by people needs countless attempts, sometimes once. By chance, the unique tastes are created.

Evelyn couldn't help but think of the microscopic **** that Roland said. They are always doing disorderly disturbances. Each one looks irrelevant, but it can express wonderful traits as a whole.

She closed her eyes and felt something in her heart.

The world is full of chaos.

But the results are hidden in chaos.

It is like being destined in general.

Evelyn opened his eyes and reached for the cup on the table.

After a day of cold water, a ripple of ripples appeared, and then the color changed. Like a drop of paint poured into it, the water gradually turned orange-red, and an unscented fragrance floated into her nose.

She hesitated for a moment, sticking out her tongue and licking.

Unspeakable sweetness is filled with a slight gargle on her tongue. The strong and mellow sweetness is not comparable to any kind of drink.

It is like a mixture of juice and milk, and it is like a mixture of tea and honey. Evelyn can hardly describe this taste, but one thing she is sure.

This is definitely not wine.