Bab 983: There Isn't A Higher Honor

Davis just nodded his head without a change in his expression.

Belias Alstreim expected a sound, yes, but since the other party was someone whom he couldn't berate nor discipline, he complied before he reached out his hand. The paper in Davis's hand flew towards him before he kept in a special designated spatial ring without even looking at the papers.

"The answers will be reviewed at the same when the test reaches its time limit, or everyone submits their papers. So, until then, please wait in the designated Waiting Hall." Belias Alstreim gestured towards a direction.

Davis followed his direction with his eyes and saw a door leading to the aforementioned Waiting Hall. He flew towards it amidst the dumbfounded of numerous gazes without making a sound before opening the door and heading inside.

There was temporary chaos in the minds of everyone. Some had almost given up, racking their brains to come with a suitable answer.