You call this a black hand?

what to do?

These words made everyone in the conference room look a little weird.

"Since Vice President Longfellow said that there is no way that Egg Wilson can pass the test, then there is no need to discuss it, right?" someone said.

"But what if? What if he passes?"

"Even if he passes, we won't really regard him as our master."

Another person said: "But the specific situation depends on what rights the heir has."

As he said this, he looked at a figure sitting in the front seat who had never spoken.

Compared to most of the people in the conference room who were middle-aged and elderly, this figure looked particularly young, and could even be said to be a child of seven or eight years old.

However, when many eyes focused on this child, the emotions that existed were basically respect and caution, not contempt.

"The heir has many permissions, including but not limited to prohibiting a person from using certain measures of the school, being able to ignore any blocking magic and closed wards of the school, having the highest level reading qualification in the library, and accessing any item in the storage library at will.

Required items.”

Seeing that everyone was looking over, this child with a bald forehead and whose gender could not be identified spoke, with a deep voice that sounded completely like an adult.

“However, in order to successfully complete the heir trial, one needs to have knowledge reserves of at least the senior wizard level, physical fitness of at least the senior hunter level, be no more than twenty years old, and, most importantly, have to do a lot of good deeds.

"

“A lot of good deeds?”

"During the Duni Dynasty, the owner of St. Grant's Castle was regarded as a guardian. His duty was to protect the people in the nearby area from the evil tide and monsters. Of course, his successors must also shoulder this responsibility.

"

"As far as I know, the minimum requirement for competing for the heir is that you need to have rescued no less than 500 people. If you have less than this number, you will only be turned away."

"Some people may not be able to save one person in their lifetime, let alone five hundred."

These words made people in the conference room laugh. Juliana on the side had to let go of some of the expectations in her heart after hearing the words.

"It seems that there is no need to discuss this topic at all."

…

As time passed, the answer sheets on the table were filled up one after another, and an ordinary-looking wooden door slowly appeared in the corner of the originally closed secret room.

After pushing open the door and looking around, Meren found that he had arrived at an underground training ground.

When walking in this training ground illuminated by torches, he could feel a squeezing feeling coming from all directions, as if it was repelling his existence.

But this feeling is not very obvious to Mellen.

After adapting for a while, he arrived at the other end of the training ground smoothly.

After opening another door, Meren found himself in a gladiatorial arena.

The environment was relatively dark, and the surrounding auditoriums were empty. On the opposite side of the venue, there was a row of iron cages holding many huge figures.

"It doesn't look like a creature from this era..."

After carefully looking at the things in the cage, Meren carefully took out the supposedly extremely sharp stabbing sword from his magic pocket.

Then it didn't take long for him to realize that his behavior was completely in vain.

Because those monsters, such as griffins, giant spiders, and even pterosaurs, look scary on the outside, but in fact they are not only clumsy in movement, but their defense power is also not outstanding.

He hacked them all to death in just three or two blows.

So Mellen came to the conclusion that the sword in his hand was indeed very sharp, and it could cut the monster's bones without any dullness, as smoothly as cutting tofu.

After studying the corpses of these monsters for a while, he continued to walk towards another door deep in the arena.

Then I went through various scenes such as mazes, laboratories, libraries, etc.

This trial seems to be testing Mellen's all-round abilities, from combat to daily life, from his way of thinking to his outlook on life.

In some places, he dealt with it very easily, but in some situations he had no solution.

For example, a scene that required him to sacrifice his own heart to save an old woman who was seriously injured and dying seemed ridiculous to him.

Although this is fake, the fake Melen can't do it.

But the strange thing is that after he was "stuck" in this level for more than half an hour, he saw a door emerging.

The same is true for other similar difficulties. As long as you stay there for a long time, an exit will naturally appear.

It seems that this trial does not require him to meet certain requirements.

So in the end, Mellen came to an iron door.

There is a number of five hundred engraved on the iron door. I don't know what it is for.

After pushing it open, I walked through a dark corridor and saw another iron door in front of me.

The mark is six hundred.

Then seven hundred, eight hundred, one thousand, one thousand and five...

"What does this mean? Are you testing the power of teasing?"

Mellen was puzzled by this.

But when he arrived in front of the iron gate No. 1900, he found that he couldn't push it.

This seems to have reached a certain limit.

But before he could think about it, the surrounding environment seemed to melt instantly, distorting from one appearance to another.

Then Mellen discovered that he was currently sitting in a dark, dusty chamber.

Opposite him sat a golden skeleton dressed in luxurious robes.

The skeleton is not alive. It is slumped motionless on the classical high-backed chair with its head tilted. It is obvious that it cannot die anymore.

But there were three things placed on the table in front of it, which attracted Mellen's attention unconsciously.

A necklace, a scepter, and a suitcase.

There were no words or even signs that could tell Mellen what was going on.

But he thought, maybe this was because he had successfully "cleared the level" and thus received a reward?

The necklace and scepter look ordinary.

The former silver pendant is a circle with an inverted triangle, which is obviously the symbol of Fort St. Grant.

The latter is about one meter long, and the whole body seems to be made of pure gold. The top is shaped like an eagle's claw, tightly clasping a black gemstone.

These two things don't seem to be of any use.

It was the last suitcase with a brown leather exterior that shocked Mellen when he opened it and looked at it.

Because there is nothing in the suitcase, but it is empty. There are stairs and handrails, just like the entrance to a basement!

This thing had a sense of familiarity, and Mellen couldn't help but become interested.

After thinking about it, he first took out his wand, chanted a spell and ignited a milky white halo at the tip of the wand, then spread the suitcase on the ground and stepped into the space inside.

…

At the same time, when Mellen appeared in the dark secret room.

Many senior officials of Fort St. Grant who were discussing matters related to traitors in the conference room suddenly heard a melodious horn blast from deep inside the school.

"What's the noise?"

Everyone's attention was attracted.

"It seems to be coming from the old campus?"

"With such a loud sound...who ran to do the spell experiment?"

As "modern people", they are completely unaware of what the existence of this trumpet sound means.

However, after a brief discussion, people in the conference room suddenly discovered that the "child" sitting in the main seat, whose expression had not changed since the beginning, turned very abnormal at this moment.

That seems... surprising?

"What's wrong with you, Principal Browning?"

Someone asked in confusion.