[Comprehensive] Every exam must be passed

(shiny silver pocket watch)

Bilika froze for a moment, pointed at the tip of her nose and tilted her head, meaning: Are you calling me?

"Don't be so strange, Bili-chan, let me know, my name is Dick." The boy named Dick walked towards her carelessly, and Bilika reached out to shake his hand, but he immediately wrapped his arms around her neck.

Dick behaved frivolously, half of his body pressed against Bilika, and said in a low voice: "I heard that you made a city full of butterflies? Ordinary formations don't have such a large range of influence. How did you do it? Teach me too!"

Bilika remembered Mrs. Hughes' teaching, and broke away from his arms with a straight face: "Mr. Dick, please pay attention to your words and deeds." After a pause, she asked in a low voice: "How do you know about butterflies? of it?" Admiral Mustang clearly issued a gag order.

Dick closed his mouth tightly, then raised his hand, imitating the action of unzipping the zipper, from one corner of his mouth to the other, and parted the two lips with the movement of his hand, and said with a smile: "Ba! That's it , as long as the method is right, someone will always speak."

Before Bilika could react, Dick suddenly jumped away as if he had been pricked by a needle, and there was a circle of obvious scorched marks where he was originally standing.

All the soldiers around stood at attention and saluted, and their movements were uniform, and Bilika also subconsciously stood up straighter.

President Gulaman, General Mustang and several senior military officers came from the front to meet the eyes of everyone. General Mustang had a dark face and gave Dick a hard look. President Gulaman put his hands behind his back and pretended to be I didn't see the little disturbance just now, so I asked the little old man with a smile: "Are you going to stand on the stage with us, or...?"

The little old man glanced at Admiral Mustang and wisely said nothing.He folded his hands and looked around the venue, pointed to a window next to Gulaman and said, "No, let's just stand there and watch."

President Gulaman made a gesture of asking for permission, and watched the little old man pull the reluctant Dick to the window and stand still before leading the other officers to stand on the high platform at the front of the venue.

This time, Bilika was not so nervous.

Admiral Mustang had already told her in advance that there was only one content of the practical exam, and that was combat, using alchemy to fight.

But the standard of passing the test is not as simple as defeating the opponent, but a scoring system.In other words, before the battle is over, one must demonstrate the ability to impress the examiner.

Bilika looked around, and saw a total of eight examiners lined up on both sides, holding backing clips and pencils in their hands, watching their every move with sharp eyes.

The two candidates except Bilika are all grown men, wearing military uniforms. One is nearly 40 years old, and the other is younger, about 20 years old. Xiaodou Ding Bilika is sandwiched between them, and the three stand side by side. Like a V shape.

A mid-level military officer who was coordinating the examination asked for instructions in a low voice. President Gulaman waved his hand and ordered, "Don't worry about me. You can take the test as you like." The officer listened and turned to the President. After saluting, he walked to the front and waved to the left.

One of the examiners came out knowingly, walked towards the three candidates, and asked, "Have you brought the tools for drawing and forming formations?"

Bilika nodded and put her hand into her pocket, but the examiner pointed to the ground without any intention of checking, and warned them: "If you brought an amplifier, hand it over now. Once the check array lights up during the exam, Immediately disqualify the exam!"

"Yes!" The other two candidates stood at attention and saluted. Bilika, who is not yet a member of the military department, hesitated for a moment, lifted her skirt and knelt slightly.

The examiner turned his head to look at the officer on the stage, nodded after receiving the instruction, and raised his right hand: "Prepare—" The other two candidates immediately retreated far away, one occupying a corner of the field, and the other holding a palm-length engraved Knife and chalk in the other hand.

"Start!" The examiner waved his hand, and the knife and pen in the examinee's hands immediately moved.

The guidance on practical exams in various reference books is basically the same, to be fast and accurate, to block the opponent's first round of attacks, and to carry out effective counterattacks as soon as possible.

One candidate quickly made a row of sharp thorns using the marble floor, and the other candidate drew and formed the formation, then sprinkled the material package prepared in advance according to the proportion, and made a solid shield and a silver long sword .

And Bilika, who has received the most attention, is much more conservative. She has been refined into a... dungeon.

The square cage wraps Bilika inside, covering it almost airtight, like an upside-down cardboard box on the ground, people outside can't see the inside, and Bilika inside can't see the outside .

The candidate with the sword glanced casually, snorted, didn't even bother to attack Bilika, turned to another candidate, and said with a sneer, "After I finish you, I'll pry open that little turtle's shell! "

"Hmph, it depends on whether you have the ability." Another candidate obviously didn't take the 12-year-old Bilika seriously, and the two ignored her by coincidence, and directly handed over.

President Gulaman, who was watching the battle, stroked his beard and smiled: "For an alchemist, the defense of earth and rock is not high. How long is she planning to hide in it?"

"Hiding?" Admiral Mustang smiled slightly, full of confidence in Bilika: "You look at it, it's just delaying time."

Two days ago, Bilika held her head and worried: "What kind of formation can impress the examiner? Cannons? Roses? Ah, I can't think of it!"

Admiral Mustang reminded her: "Mr. Meek's training formation is very shocking, why not consider starting from this aspect?"

"The butterfly one? But you didn't mean..."

"Let you learn from it, not copy it!"

……

The two candidates who were in the midst of a fierce battle did not notice in time, but the proctors around them found that the air around them fluctuated strangely.

The dungeon changed into the shape of the floor again, and it was laid back as it was. A black marker pen rolled away, and Bilika, who was half kneeling on the ground, hung her head, and her feet were composed of circles, triangles, straight lines, arcs, etc. An extremely complex formation.

"That is--"

"I'm starting!" Bilika clapped her hands once, and then quickly slapped the ground.The circular formations are gradually lit up, and each line is shining with dazzling white light. At the same time, the wind in the venue is blowing wildly, and the ground, walls, ceiling...every inch that the eyes can see is distorted and deformed, as if There are aliens breaking through the ground.

The two candidates in the battle subconsciously stopped their movements and stared dumbfounded at the big movement made by Bilika. This formation, which they had never seen before, actually brought them indescribable deterrence.

Admiral Mustang on the stage remembered the issues discussed with Bilika before.

"Do you know why the formation formation of Thousand Butterflies must be launched near the water source? In fact, these butterflies are not directly triggered by the formation formation. The formation formation drawn controls the water flow to form a larger underground formation." Formed into an array, the power of the alchemist is transmitted through the groundwater, thus covering the entire city."

"If water can do it, maybe wind can do it too; if butterflies can do it, maybe other forms can do it..."

The changes finally stopped, but the expressions of the examiners watching the battle with their mouths open turned from astonishment to speechlessness, they exchanged glances, and the corners of their mouths twitched.

The venue is filled with tall, oddly shaped... cacti.

Bilika's palm didn't leave the ground. Under her control, the hard thorns on the cactus aimed at the two candidates in the encirclement, and a frightening black light glowed from the rough thorns.

"Ah!!!" The two examinees who had just been beating in the dark, with sparks flying, threw away their swords and hugged each other, screaming in horror against the wall.

After shouting for a long time, no one paid any attention to him, so he slowly opened his eyes, and saw numerous spikes clinging to their skins, piercing deeply into the wall, from the top of their heads to their heels, forming a perfect human shape, enclosing the two People are in it.

A level of lethality, A level of accuracy, and S level of attack range.

***

Bilika's use of alchemy is undisputed.

In the office, Admiral Mustang sat behind his desk and threw a small black box over: "Good performance."

Bilika quickly reached out to catch it. The logo of Amistoris was printed on the box cover, and a shiny silver pocket watch was placed on the black velvet doily inside. The coat of arms of the President and the six-pointed star logo were engraved on the cover.

"Is this the identity certificate of the national alchemist?" Bilika held it curiously and looked left and right, and her fingertips traced the protruding lines on the surface, showing a jerk look.

"An annual research fee of 1000 million nuns allows access to various documents, including special research materials, and gives priority to the use of all public facilities including state-run hotels. The military rank is equivalent to major." Admiral Mustang spoke quickly, symbolically After briefly introducing the privileges of the national alchemist, he leaned on the back of the swivel chair and smiled: "Congratulations, you are officially a 'military lackey' from today, "Stab". "

"……prick?"

"The title bestowed on you by the President. How about it, isn't it too arbitrary?" Admiral Mustang doesn't think it's suitable for a soft and cute little girl with such an aggressive title, but Bilika doesn't have any Opinion, even very satisfied: "The Alchemist of Thorns... I quite like it! This kind of murderous feeling!"

Admiral Mustang smiled, lowered his head and opened the information booklet at hand, with a gesture of seeing off the guests: "When you see Mr. Meek, say hello to him for me." After a while, seeing that Bilika did not move, he raised his eyebrows Looking at her, he asked, "What, is there anything else?"

Bilika closed the lid of the box and said, "I remember you said before that after becoming an international alchemist, you must accept the mission assigned by the military department." If there is a mission, how can you have time to go back to your hometown?

General Mustang snorted: "Do I have to explain? You are a special case. Unless there is a large-scale war, the military will not give you any tasks. Similarly, except for the priority of state-owned industries, it will not give you any tasks." Any of your subordinates or research funding." He paused, his sharp eyes fixed on Bilika: "It's the same as what you applied for before."

This answer was not acceptable to Bilika: "But... didn't you reject it at the time?"

"That's right, at that time, I did not agree. No, it should be said, I did not have the qualifications to agree. After all, all national alchemists are directly under the leadership of the President." Admiral Mustang put his elbows on the table, fingers Crossed in front of him: "But now, it is the President himself who gives you this special treatment."

The author has something to say: Dick = Rabbi, the pseudonym used before entering the Black Order.