At 7:30 PM, the exam finally started with math.
Several teachers were supervisors, standing in various corners making it impossible to cheat.
When the students saw the paper containing the exam questions, they felt like crying.
"I give up," Harry said, dropping his head on the desk.
Arthur was still calm, but he thought there was little he could answer.
Living in another world didn't make him good at math, after all, he'd never studied math there.
He began to answer each question slowly, thinking carefully.
The time given was only two hours.
Arthur had only managed to complete half of the questions by the time the time was up.
However, this is not unusual, many others are like that. Answering carelessly will only make your score drop further.
The teachers who were also the invigilators quickly took each student's paper.
After that, they were allowed to go home immediately.
The good thing is that the European exams are not too many, consisting of only three subjects. One subject for one day.
***
When Arthur came out of the classroom, he found Carla and Bella already waiting outside, it seemed that they finished early.
"Arthur, how many questions did you manage to answer?" Bella asked with a playful smile.
It seemed that she had completely forgotten that she almost had to run to Southeast Asia.
Arthur chose not to respond. He looked at Carla and said, "let's go home!"
"Wait!" Carla suddenly said that.
"Arthur, where is the gold, I want to see it?" she asked in a low voice.
Arthur thought she had forgotten, but it seemed that she did not have the moment to say it before this.
"Gold? What gold?" Bella was surprised to hear that.
In the end, Arthur waved his hand.
"Follow me," he said before taking a step.
He didn't see Nova in her class, maybe she finished all the exam questions earlier than Carla and Bella.
On the other hand, Bella still kept asking about the gold.
Carla seemed to want to explain, but Arthur signaled her not to do so now.
Only when they reached the sidewalk would he allow it.
When hearing that Arthur stole more than 20 tons of gold, even a Bella who was born and raised with many treasures could not help but freeze.
Her mind seemed to go blank.
Carla had to pull her hand to keep her from stopping her steps.
She only calmed down after walking 200 meters.
Taking a deep breath, she said, "Arthur, it seems that your mouth is getting bigger and bigger, you dare to steal so much."
What she was concerned about seemed to be the theft, forgetting the fact that the previous owner had also stolen it.
"If you think it's no good, it's better not to look at it," Arthur replied without taking his eyes off the front.
Bella pouted slightly at his nonchalant response.
"Huh, you're getting cocky!" She snorted softly.
The distance between the school and the church was quite far. Arthur and the other two had to take the subway before continuing on foot.
When they got there, Arthur saw some mercenaries in front of the church.
They were quite relaxed, some lying down while listening to music. At first glance, they looked like a group of gangsters guarding their territory.
Arthur's arrival with the young woman surprised them a little.
Hastily, they stood up.
However, Arthur waved his hand when they wanted to approach him, signaling them not to do anything.
He passed by them without saying anything, entering directly into the church where Rose was waiting for them.
Seeing the woman again, Carla and Bella couldn't help but observe her closely.
They could finally feel her power.
However, since they were already strong as well, their admiration for her strength was drastically reduced.
"Where's Andi?" asked Arthur.
"He's in the backyard," Rose replied.
"I'll meet him, accompany them to the basement," said Arthur.
Rose nodded and looked at Carla and Bella.
"Follow me, ladies," she said gently to them.
The two glanced at Arthur first before following Rose.
Arthur went to the backyard.
There, he found Andi sitting on a swing with his laptop on his thigh.
However, he was not typing on his laptop, but watching a movie.
Andi didn't realize that Arthur was coming with light steps. He was only surprised when he felt a palm land on his shoulder.
When he looked back and found it was Arthur, he jumped in surprise.
"B-boss," he said in a shaky voice.
"Rose should have ordered you to write down the Evolver data you know, have you finished it?" asked Arthur.
When asked about that, the man's expression suddenly became very panicked.
Arthur knitted his eyebrows, he said, "haven't you written it yet?"
"N-no, no, I've already written it, it's just that it's not finished, only forty percent of it," he replied.
"40? Are there a hundred thousand Evolvers now?" Arthur's expression became rather ugly.
He'd shot there were only a hundred more Evolvers for now and Andi probably knew about 20 or 30 of them. But the fact that he had only written forty percent of them was really slow.
"Boss, I can't really write," the man replied.
"You know about them, right?" asked Arthur.
"Sure, I know quite a few, after all, many of those Evolvers are my close friends. And we've also done some training together, so I'm quite familiar with their powers."
"I see!" Arthur finally picked up a chair and sat on it.
"It seems you really can't write, then tell me everything directly, I'll listen," he said.
Hearing that, Andi couldn't help but hesitate.
"Boss, you might forget."
Andi had a memory because it was the result of experience. Without it, even remembering the names of 20-plus people would be a difficult problem.
"Just say it!" Arthur didn't need to explain that his memory would remember everything he saw and heard.
The man finally nodded, and began to speak.
Of course, what he was talking about was not only the identity of the Evolvers, but also the research process up to the experiment.
Apparently, the success rate was really low. Many failed and ended miserably.
The number who died was ten times the number who succeeded in becoming Evolvers.
However, they did so voluntarily because of their desire for superpowers.
Their deaths were beyond anyone's responsibility.
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