Downs was too young, and had once again underestimated human nature.
He truly hadn't expected to sense magical fluctuations in the exam hall the moment he finished speaking.
"..."
Although Downs was only a High-Level Mage, when it came to sensing elements and magic, he was absolutely no worse than a Master Level mage.
If his master hadn't specifically told him not to catch anyone cheating, Downs would probably have already lost his temper.
Lein's exact words had been: "These exam papers aren't even a real test. So tell me, does their cheating really count as cheating? Don't worry. The ones trying to get clever won't become your junior brothers."
Thinking of that made Downs feel much better.
It wasn't just Downs. Even Lein, who was watching through the system, was amazed.
First came the more straightforward methods.
Touching an elbow, then touching a wrist—signals that, in the eyes of a certain transmigrator, even seasoned mahjong players wouldn't deign to use. Yet here, they were being used with abandon.
At least these guys knew to watch their angles, only pulling their tricks where Downs theoretically couldn't see them. They also made a point of doing their work in the middle and back rows, showing at least a little respect for Downs, who might theoretically become their Senior Brother.
Half an hour later, a marvelous creature known as a "suicide bomber" appeared.
One look at the fellow told you he came from a family of civil officials. He had no magical items on him, nor any insignia from an organization or guild. He was dressed in a velvet outfit that practically radiated civil official.
He might have known nothing about magic, but he'd clearly studied general knowledge and the basics thoroughly.
He suddenly stood up and shouted, "I'm giving up on