Chapter 382 - Strange Game Authorities (1/2)

The next day after the test, the children all went to school.

Of course, they had to pay one gold coin per semester, twice a year, as their tuition fee.

According to the curriculum Roland devised, they had to study at least five years before they could graduate as useful magic apprentices or official Mages.

Naturally, the children of the poor couldn’t afford the tuition fees, but Roland asked them to sign a rather loose contract, in which they could pay part or all of their tuition fees by running errands for the Magic Tower, depending on their amount of work.

Also, the loan could be paid back over a period of thirty years, with no interests charged.

It meant that, if the students were willing to work a couple more years in the Magic Tower, they could soon pay their tuition fees in full. After all, it was not hard for Mages to make money. So, they were almost studying for free.

All the civilian students signed the contract. They were young, but they knew that it was their only chance to climb higher on the social ladder. They would sign the contract even if the terms were ten times harsher.

The children of the merchants and n.o.bles who weren’t wealthy signed it too.

A minor problem happened on the first day of school. While most n.o.ble children could read, none of the civilians were literate.

How could a Mage not read?

Eventually, the two cla.s.ses were rearranged. Those who could read were placed in one cla.s.s, and those who couldn’t were placed in the other.

Essentially, the rearrangement was based on their familial backgrounds.

Roland would mix them up again a year later when the civilians knew how to read and write.

The gap between n.o.bles and civilians was huge as it was. If they were taught separately, they would likely become two hostile communities that would never talk to each other.

So after the civilians became literate, the two cla.s.ses had to be mixed and taught with additional lessons on behavior.

After the cla.s.ses were rearranged, Roland and Vincent left them alone for now.

Vivian and other magic apprentices could teach the students how to read and the rudiments on magic. Roland and Vincent didn’t have to do it personally.

At this point, Roland and Vincent were having fruit wine and chit-chatting in the lab.

“I have a question.” Vincent drank a mouthful of the wine and asked, “Will we accept players in the future?”

“Of course we will.”

Vincent frowned and said, “But the players can be very playful and naughty. As players ourselves, we know them very well. I don’t think we can control them.”

“Fair enough.” Roland thought a moment and said, “Then we’ll only accept the players we approve of. There shouldn’t be a problem if there aren’t too many of them.”

Vincent stood up with his cup. Looking through the window at the teaching building not far away, he smiled and said, “Do you think we can ever watch those children grow up?”

“You’re talking as if we’re dying.” Roland found it amusing.

“No, I’m worried that the server will shut down.” Vincent heaved a long sigh and said, “It’s been more than a year since the game was launched. They said that this was a beta test, but how can a beta test be so long? No more game cabins have been built, and in-game purchases never opened. The rich players can’t pay any money even if they want to. Even more unbelievably, a secondhand immersive cabin is already five million yuan on the market, but the authorities still haven’t produced any more cabins.”

Roland fell silent too.

He knew that Vincent was speaking the truth.