In Sumeru, pretend to be a scholar!

The two chatted for a while longer about ancient writing and mechanical arts. The more they talked, the more excited Fiona became, and she almost wanted to talk with Wang Yan all night long. It wasn't until Wang Yan reminded her that it was late and she had to work the next day that she reluctantly let her go.

It's clear that Farusian was quite lonely after leaving the ruins.

The world has changed drastically, and all the people I knew are no longer here.

Even the Order of the Church has changed its appearance, and the mechanical arts that the school once mastered have been transferred to the Myōrō school...

Farusan was like an ancient ghost, completely out of place in the entire Church House.

If it weren't for the arrival of the previous travelers, which helped Farusan resolve some of her inner conflicts, this woman who looks like a young girl but is actually a hundred years old might have fallen into depression.

It's worth noting that before the travelers arrived, Farusan had even reached the point where she couldn't find any students, and funding for her research project had stalled.

Aside from her status as a senior, it's fair to say that everything has gone wrong for Farusian.

Nowadays, most of the disciples that Farusan takes in are beginners, rather than proper scholars of the Order of the Church.

There was nothing we could do; her situation was just too unique.

As a member of the Jigmeta-sambodhi school, he was most skilled in the mechanical arts of the Myo-sambodhi school.

Even if she has a high status, students still have to consider the actual situation when choosing a mentor, that is... how to graduate.

Of course, if Farusan were willing to transfer to the Shahavara Academy and become a "Habantha" of the Myo-sastra school, then none of the problems would be problems.

Unfortunately, Farusian refused.

Once you're an epistemologist, you'll be an epistemologist for life.

...

"It's settled then. Report to my place after the exams!" Farussan saw Wang Yan to the door, repeatedly reminding him, "Those design drawings are waiting for you to translate!"

"Certainly." Wang Yan bowed respectfully. "Senior, please wait. This junior will take his leave."

When I left Farusan's house, it was already completely dark, and the lights of Sumeru City lit up one by one, like stars scattered on the sacred tree.

Fortunately, there is no curfew in Sumeru City, otherwise it would be really difficult to get home at this hour.

Holding the letter of recommendation in his hand, Wang Yan finally felt a weight lifted from his heart.

He not only qualified for the high school entrance exam, but also gained the opportunity to participate in the Farusan research project. More importantly, through this meeting, he could clearly feel Farusan's appreciation for him.

With a highly experienced [Hebantu] as his mentor after entering the Academy, Wang Yan was able to establish himself in the Academy.

This foundation is not based on his previous reputation in the translation field, but on something that can truly be transformed into a resource.

No matter how famous he is in the translation industry, he is still just someone who is hired to earn a living.

Once Wang Yan becomes a formal scholar of the Order of the Church, with Farusan as his mentor, he can access the Order's resources, and even start research projects and attract investment from private capital.

More importantly, with Farusan as his mentor and the promise from the Little Lucky Grass King, Wang Yan will be able to access more advanced knowledge from the Order Academy.

The fundamental reason why Wang Yan took a series of actions was to acquire enough power to protect himself.

"Next, I need to focus on preparing for the entrance exam." Wang Yan looked up towards the direction of the Academy of Education, his eyes shining with anticipation.

He walked back along the path he had come from, his steps light and quick.

On the way, they encountered a patrol of thirty people. They didn't say anything, followed them for a while, and soon returned to their rented room.

When Wang Yan got home, he realized he was a little hungry.

I had lunch with Dixia, but dinner was still undecided because of my visit to Farusan.

At this time, naturally, not many shops are open outside.

Fortunately, Wang Yan had some roasted naan bread stored at home as dry rations.

After boiling some water and eating half a naan with it, Wang Yan washed up and rested.

He usually reads for a while, but today he had really used up a lot of energy, and Wang Yan couldn't help but yawn.

...

Before we knew it, the end of October had passed and the beginning of November had arrived. The March examinations of the Order of the Church had officially begun.

As dawn broke, the area in front of the Instruction House was already bustling with activity.

Candidates from different countries gathered here, some buried in their studies, others looking around nervously; their clothes varied and their accents were mixed, making the square packed with people.

The examination hall was set up in the side hall of the Wisdom Palace. Several instructors stood in front of the heavy stone gate, verifying the recommendation letters and identities one by one.

The long tables in the hall were neatly arranged, ink bottles and draft paper were ready, and the mechanical clock on the wall ticked, adding to the solemnity.

Wang Yan, like the other candidates, quietly waited in line.

Soon it was his turn.

"Exam admission ticket," the instructor said coldly.

It's not that it's targeting Wang Yan, but in this kind of situation, officials must maintain a certain distance.

Wang Yan acted quickly, taking out the examination permit that Falushan had processed for him and handing it to the instructor.

The instructor reached out and took the exam admission ticket, his gaze sweeping over the recommender's name, "Falushan," and the mark of "Habantha."

His gaze flickered slightly, but he didn't say much. He returned the admission ticket to Wang Yan and then handed over a set of stationery and a small tag.

"The Intellectual School, Examination Room 3, Row 5, Seat 8. Remove all supernatural items before entering the examination room, otherwise it will be considered cheating. If there are any special circumstances, such as pathological treatment props, inform the invigilator immediately." After the instructor finished speaking, he still said coldly, "Next."

Wang Yan reached out and took the item, nodded, and continued walking into the examination room without saying a word.

Following the instructions of the instructor and the information on the small sign, Wang Yan quickly found the examination room belonging to the Zhilun School and found his place.

After sitting down and tidying up the stationery on the table according to his own habits, Wang Yan looked around.

At this moment, many candidates had already entered the examination hall, but none of them were whispering to each other. Instead, they all closed their eyes, seemingly resting.

Seeing this, Wang Yan also withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes, and began to recall the knowledge in his mind.

Since meeting with Farusan, Wang Yan has reduced his workload and increased his study time.

Wang Yan also read through most of the basic books on the epistemology school commonly available on the market.

Thanks to his [language proficiency], Wang Yan understands written and linguistic knowledge very quickly.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to study for only a month before taking the exam.

You should know that the people sitting in the same exam room as him now have more or less several years of study experience.

The liberal arts in Teyvat are different from those before I transmigrated; this is a world that truly possesses extraordinary power.

After waiting for another half hour, the examination room finally filled up with people.

A middle-aged man wearing a laurel wreath walked in, followed by three scholars who appeared to be his assistants.

This is a [Hebantu] and his three students.

Wang Yan subconsciously thought so.

The laureate scholar walked to the podium, glanced at the candidates below, and paused briefly when his gaze swept over Wang Yan.

As a member of the Epistemology school, he naturally paid close attention to news within the school. Recently, Wang Yan has gained some fame within the Epistemology school.

After all, Wang Yan easily broke the monopoly of the epistemological school of thought on translation work and also won over many scholars who had challenged him in the past.

This is considered news even within the Council of Religious Affairs.

However, the laureate scholar only paused for a moment before withdrawing his gaze and saying in a deep voice, "I am Reginald of the Hevajra school, responsible for monitoring this exam. The exam will last two hours. Now, please place your admission tickets in the upper left corner of your desks. Please check your desks and drawers to ensure that no materials have been left behind..."

His voice was steady, yet very attention-grabbing.

It took a full three minutes to finish explaining the exam rules.

Then, Reginald gave a look to his three assistants.

"We are now distributing the test papers/answer sheets. Please check that the pages are complete and that there are no printing problems."

"Please fill in your name, examination number, and other information in the designated locations on the test paper/answer sheet first. Do not answer any questions in advance."

"There are 5 minutes left before the exam starts. Please get ready."