Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint.

Chapter 122 Noble, You Win
The events in Frosttown did not cause much of a stir at the school.

Although the news of cracking down on a pearl rosemary plantation and the priests of a temple is absolutely sensational.

But Vasily clearly wouldn't allow it to be released.

This operation wasn't discovered during a routine patrol by the Discipline Knights; it was a surprise inspection. Those who like to find news simply didn't have time to react.

By the time they realized what was happening, all they could see was a public announcement from the Holy Court stating that the High Priest of the Frost Temple had been arrested on charges of corruption, embezzlement, and collusion with heretics.

This kind of thing happens every now and then, and most people are used to it.

Students don't usually pay attention to such 'trivial matters' unless it's a major event that the whole world is focused on.

Studying is still more important.

In particular, the annual performance review is approaching.

After returning from Frost Town, life gradually returned to normal.

After Ainars returned to school, she seemed to be back to normal, which put Celia at ease.

In the following period, everyone was focused on preparing for the annual performance review.

Celia could sense that the atmosphere at the school had changed.

The activity area was much less crowded, and even those who were there were mostly there to practice magic; it was rare to see anyone there just to play or even date.

"The atmosphere was so serious that even I became serious."

Celia stretched and tossed the "Code of Conduct for Sorcerers" aside.

"Why can't we just use the smart bracelet to look up the answers to these completely unnecessary lessons?"

"The Code of Conduct for Sorcerers" is the least important, but the most required, course among all first-year courses.

The assessment is purely written, relying solely on rote memorization; there are absolutely no shortcuts.

Rather than answering questions that require nitpicking over word meaning, Celia would rather memorize history books.

Ross also exclaimed, "The content of this book is even more outrageous than the driving test's first part. Why nitpick over the wording?"

"Driving test subject one?"

"Don't worry about it, just treat it as the first subject of the flight exam."

"Oh...but there's no exam for flight lessons."

"Turn to pages 45 to 50 of the 'Code of Conduct for Sorcerers' and see what's in there."

Celia picked up the "Code of Conduct for Sorcerers" again and opened it. When she saw that the code of conduct was about the rules for sorcerers to fly, her eyes widened.

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with longing: "Lord Ross... no, great god, please help me pass the annual assessment!"

Celia was extremely envious of this photographic memory.

It can even pinpoint exactly which page the content is on.

Celia really wanted to learn.

But now, she'd rather have Ross help her get through her annual performance review.

She wasn't worried about the other courses, but she really had no idea how to handle the "Code of Conduct for Sorcerers".

The same question can have several different answers.

For example, in a flight regulations question, the first type is: When flying at low altitude and high speed, if you spot a monster ahead, you should—ignore/avoid/slow down/increase altitude? The correct answer is to increase altitude, because at high speed, there is no time to slow down or avoid it.

The second question is about flying at low altitude and high speed, and sensing a monster ahead. What should you do? Ignore/Avoid/Slow down/Increase altitude? The correct answer is to avoid, because sensing the monster means there are conditions for avoidance, so you should avoid it.

Slow down? You want to die?!
Celia didn't quite understand why she couldn't raise the height for the second question, and why she couldn't avoid the first question once she discovered it.

And why can't we just ignore it?

But that's the answer, and there's nothing she can do about it.

"That damned 'Code of Conduct for Sorcerers' is a hundred times worse than Doris! Help me, God! Or teach me the magic of photographic memory."

Ross stared at her for a long time before saying calmly, "There's no such thing as photographic memory, only strong memory and... the hand of a mage."

"The Mage's Hand?"

Celia was taken aback.

"After mastering the Mage's Hand, you can manipulate it with precision. With advanced mastery, you can even see through the pages of a book and read its contents." Celia's eyes lit up. "So the Mage's Hand can do that?"

She admitted that she was attracted to him.

This is practically a cheating tool!

"Yes, so you need to practice more and strive to reach a level of proficiency as soon as possible."

Ross chuckled inwardly.

It's not so easy for a mage to achieve this level of skill.

The simple word "mastery" has stumped countless sorcerers.

There used to be one or two sorcerers who were proficient in spells, but Ross thinks that's unlikely now.

All the sorcerers put the spells they wanted to learn into the puppets.

No matter how many times you use a puppet's spells, you will not gain proficiency.

Its mastery of magic is always fixed; it can only unleash 100% of the magic's power and cannot achieve the infinite variations that a sorcerer can develop through study.

"Once you master the Mage's Hand, you'll discover a completely new way of fighting."

"Okay, I will try my best!"

Celia thought it wouldn't be difficult to master.

With her current ability to control the Mage Hand, she felt she could master it by the second year and reach the level Ross mentioned!

Ross simply smiled without saying a word.

Naive.

Mastery and advancement are things comparable to ascending to godhood; they are the result of sudden inspiration, long-term practice and use, and a qualitative change achieved through quantitative accumulation.

To master it in a short time, you'd need to open a course.

In a sense, Celia has also opened up her mental channels. If Ross hadn't persistently opened them up, she wouldn't have been able to get started so easily.

"Next, it's time to review pharmacy."

After daydreaming about the future, Celia returned to reality and picked up her thick pharmacy textbook to start reading.

"I hope I won't fall too far behind the other candidates in the first year."

Being a saintess isn't just about being good at fighting; it requires extensive knowledge and a smattering of understanding in various fields.

Moving up to the second grade from first grade is probably a basic requirement.

I haven't seen Doris for a while, so I don't need to guess that she's advanced in her cultivation and has probably learned quite a few second-tier spells.

Anyway...

"Go for it, Celia, you can do it!"

Time slipped by unnoticed amidst the painful process of studying.

In the blink of an eye, it was October, and there were only three days left until the annual assessment of the Holy Magic Academy.

That day, Elena found Celia.

"Celia, let's go to the Holy Court."

"Go to the Holy Court? What for?" Celia asked blankly.

"Go get your annual evaluations."

"Annual...evaluation?"

“Yes.” Elena nodded. “The daily behavior of the candidates for sainthood will be recorded and evaluated before the annual assessment. The scores will be added to your assessment based on the evaluation results.”

As she spoke, Elena smiled slightly, "You helped us find a summoning node of the Deep Sea Aid Society, and you also helped the school crack the stronghold magic array and preserve a lot of valuable data. This is a great achievement, and your evaluation will definitely not be low."

They also destroyed the Twilight Cult's stronghold, toyed with a fourth-tier heretic, and incidentally sent three high priests to prison...

If this isn't even the best evaluation, then it must be suppression by nobles!

(End of this chapter)