Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

She was in a room with a rich Western aristocratic style in the Kingdom of Aaron. In front of her was a wooden table with candlesticks, a soft chair sitting under her, a huge oil painting hanging on the wall, and a big red bed behind her. It looks luxurious and soft, and the extremely light gauze curtain covers the floor-to-ceiling windows, preventing any sunlight from shining through.

Aecilia frowned at the candlesticks that could be seen everywhere in the room. Fortunately, they were only for decoration and were not lit. The warm yellow light fell on her eyebrows.

"We welcome the candidates in Examination Room No. 255 to the 'Evening Chat Around the Fireplace'. I wish you all a happy exam."

An electronic sound sounded that was exactly the same as the previous two exams.

She remembered that the title of the copy that the invigilator had just mentioned was "Twelve Acts of Night Talk Around the Fireplace", but the electronic voice only read the first half. Is it possible to be lazy about this kind of thing...

Aecilia silently expressed her disdain.

"Start drawing identity cards now."

The gentle and smooth electronic sound sounded again, and at the same time, five phantom cards floating in the air appeared in front of her.

Looking from left to right, the words above each card with rich patterns are "undercover", "sage", "wizard", "mortal" and "medicine".

The character on the undercover card is a brown-haired young man wearing a white shirt and black trousers, holding a bloody dagger in his hand and a smile on his face.

The young man on the Sage card is wearing a golden cloak, and the hood covers his face, but on his shadow-covered face, his two eyes are smeared with dangerous red light.

The character on the mortal card is plainly dressed and has an ordinary face, which complements the word "mortal" above the card.

The character on the wizard card holds a bottle of black poison in his right hand, with a twisted and crazy expression.

The character on the Medicine Card holds a bottle of green antidote in his left hand, with a cheerful and warm smile.

"Susu" the wind sounded, and the five cards quickly started to rotate in mid-air. As time went by, the rotation speed became faster and faster, and finally turned into a circle of white shadows. The flowing wind raised the air. Celia's gray hair fell to her forehead.

Her eyes looked calmly and intently at the scene in front of her.

After a while, the rotation speed of the white card circle gradually slowed down, and the figures of the five cards clearly appeared in front of her again. They rotated in front of her eyes at an increasingly slower speed, with an extraordinary The nostalgic gesture stayed at the nearest place in front of her, and then moved to the next position reluctantly...

This cycle continued, and eventually, the other cards turned into broken stars and dissipated in the room. A card stayed firmly in front of her eyes, and it said...

"mortal".

She stretched out her hand, and the phantom of the card solidified into reality and landed smoothly on her palm.

Turning over the side with simple drawings of simple characters, there is a large paragraph of text written on the back of the card:

"Identity: Mortal

Bright card: You will not be killed by undercover agents and wizards, you can only be eliminated by collective voting..."

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Ethelia unscrewed the doorknob.

Behind the door is the corridor, surrounded by four similar wooden doors. At this time, people are standing in front of these wooden doors.

The girl in the pink skirt who was closest to her left was looking around curiously.

Further to the left is a girl with straight black hair. She has a dagger on her waist, and her whole person has a sharp and decisive temperament.

On the right is a black-haired boy with a fresh and clean temperament and gentle eyebrows.

Farther away is a boy with short blue hair. Just like the girl in the pink skirt, he does not hide his movements of looking up and down.

The girl in the pink skirt smiled slightly and took the initiative to break the quiet and awkward atmosphere:

"Would you like to introduce your first or last name first? My last name is Vincent."

The black-haired girl raised her eyes and glanced at her, then said:

"My last name is Smith."

Although everyone is a competitor, no matter what, you need to know everyone's title, and such a brief self-introduction is unavoidable.

Aecilia's light blue eyes were as calm as water, and her thin and pale lips opened and closed slightly:

"Green."

The remaining two boys looked at each other. The black-haired boy smiled politely, turned his head and nodded slightly to everyone. His tone was slow and his voice was clear and elegant:

"My name is Ryland, please give me your advice."

The boy with short blue hair next to him had an unfathomable smile in his eyes, but he raised an exaggerated smile on his face, with the corners of his mouth reaching behind his ears. His voice was calmer and more polite than Rylander's. It is more light and lively like a child playing:

"Hello everyone, my name is Lucius. I hope the undercover agent won't be the first to kill me tonight. The pharmacist had better give me the antidote in advance. I'm still quite afraid of death."

The undercover can kill one person every night, and the wizard only has one chance to kill in five nights. The pharmacist can designate a person to feed him the antidote in advance before the undercover and the wizard act each night. If that person encounters the undercover on this night Or being harmed by a wizard, you can still survive and not be eliminated.

After Lucius said these words, Aecilia couldn't help but look at him carefully.

His short curly blue hair is shiny and smooth, and his upturned eyes look extremely frivolous. However, his behavior strictly adheres to grace and etiquette in an active style.

Aecilia observed her competitors very carefully. She noticed from the beginning that Lucius could listen attentively and carefully when several people were talking - including Leyland and Vincent. She watched the three of them behave. After politely and even subconsciously leaning forward to show that she was listening attentively, Aecilia compared the differences between them and Smith, a girl with straight black hair.

It's not that Miss Smith and herself didn't listen carefully. In front of a strange opponent, they would carefully observe the details of the opponent's body and expression, and combine their words to draw their own preliminary judgments - but they would not communicate with the other three. Like people, she deliberately - she could only think of this word - deliberately showed a posture of listening carefully, as if she was about to go on the news network to face the review of the masses in the next second, as if she was afraid of anyone with sharp eyes. People point out that "this person doesn't listen carefully and doesn't respect the other person" and then it goes up to the level of "doesn't respect the other person's family"...

So her initial judgment is that Vincent, Leyland, and Lucius all come from well-educated and strict families, most likely from the same family, but there are also differences in the backgrounds between the three of them - Leyland and Lucius only reported his first name or dared not to report his last name, but Vincent said his last name without much care.

The first two people have a strong sense of honor and belonging to the family, and may be worried about bringing shame to the family due to their deviant behavior or failure in exams - or they may be easily punished because they make the family disrespectful.

Miss Vincent, who is wearing a pink gauze dress, has an ethereal and sweet temperament. Her character is shy and gentle, hiddenly lively and curious, but Esilia believes that this is just a part of herself that may not be true.

Miss Smith is more like the type who is used to acting alone. She has a sharp temperament and is good at keeping silent. Her actions are casual and unrestrained. She will not be restricted by her family in terms of external etiquette. She has a clear plan for every step she takes. clear.