The day after the selection, the children went to school.
Naturally, they had to pay the tuition. There were two semesters a year, and it cost one gold coin each semester.
According to the curriculum that Roland set, they had to study for at least five years before they could become useful magic apprentices or official Mages.
Naturally, the children of poor families couldn't afford it, but Roland asked them to sign a rather loose contract. They could waive part or all of the tuition fees by working for the Magic Tower, depending on how much work they did.
Moreover, the repayment period was relaxed to the point of 30 years, and there was no interest charged.
It meant that if the apprentices were willing to stay in the Magic Tower for a few more years after they finished their apprenticeship, they could soon pay off the tuition. After all, it was easy for Mages to make money. It was almost free education.
All the civilian apprentices signed the contract. Although they were young, they knew that it was their only chance to climb up. They would sign it even if the conditions were ten times harsher.
Some merchants and nobles who weren't so well-off signed the contract too.
There was a minor problem on the first day of teaching. Most of the nobles were literate, but none of the civilians were literate.
How could a Mage be illiterate?
So, in the end, the two classes were adjusted. The literate ones were temporarily divided into one class, and the illiterate ones into the other.
Essentially, they were divided into classes based on social class.
Roland waited for a year until the civilians were literate before he divided them into different classes.
The nobles and the civilians were already divided into different classes. If they were taught separately, they would definitely become two groups that didn't interact with each other and might even hate each other.
So, after the civilians were literate, the two classes had to be mixed again.
They also had to be given moral guidance.
After the classes were divided, Roland and Vincent left it aside for now.
After all, they were only teaching them basic magic knowledge, such as how to sense elements.
This knowledge could be taught by Vivian and the others. There was no need for Roland and Vincent, the two "anchors", to do it.
At this moment, the two of them were drinking fruit wine and chatting in the laboratory.
"I have a question." Vincent drank the fruit wine and asked, "Will our organization accept players in the future?"
"Of course we will."
Vincent frowned and said, "But the players are too jumpy and playful. We are also players, so we know what kind of people we are. I'm just afraid that the two of us won't be able to suppress it. "
"You have a point." Roland thought for a moment and said, "Then let's only allow players who are approved by us to come in. If there aren't many of them, it shouldn't be a problem. "
Vincent stood up with the wine glass in his hand. He walked to the window and looked at the school building not far away. He smiled and said, "Do you think we can see these children grow up?"
"You make it sound like we're about to die." Roland found it a little funny.
"No, I'm worried about the server shutting down." Vincent sighed and said, "It's been more than a year since the game was launched. Although it was a test, was there a test that would take so long? For more than a year, not a single gaming pod had been made, and the top-up system had not been released. Many rich people wanted to spend money, but they could not. What was even more outrageous was that the virtual cabin on the market was now priced at five million, a hundred times more than before. The authorities still haven't released a single virtual cabin, and it's still priceless. "
Roland also fell silent.
He knew that what Vincent said was the truth.
Capitalists were born to make money, but until now, except for the first 500,000 virtual cabins that were sold for some money, the game authorities hadn't made a single cent until now.
Even if it was a free game, even if it didn't sell pay-to-win props, there should at least be a few advertising spots.
But that didn't happen.
The 500,000 virtual cabins were sold for 25 billion, but for such an unprecedented large-scale technology project, anyone with a bit of common sense knew how much money it would burn.
How long could 25 billion burn?
The maintenance of the server, the erection and maintenance of the communication equipment, and even the wages of the maintenance staff, couldn't be a small amount.
Roland estimated that the 25 billion should be almost gone by now.
After another year and a half, it would reach the bottom.
Roland thought for a moment and said, "Maybe when they're short of money, they'll find a way to make money."
"I don't think that's likely." Vincent shook his head. "Like I said, capital companies have to make profits. This game and this virtual cabin are already perfect. Why don't they make money? Why? If they don't open the pay-to-win system, they'll make less money, which is completely inconsistent with the nature of capitalists. "
"So, what do you think is the reason why the game company can't open the pay-to-win system?" Roland asked. "You're a rich second generation, did you hear any inside information?"
Vincent raised his eyebrows, looking a little surprised. "Your intuition is quite sharp!"
"It seems so."
Vincent nodded.
"Can you tell me?"
"I can't say it outside, but here, I don't think it's a problem," Vincent said. "Now, many people already know what the virtual cabin represents, it's a second life. Some people with more backgrounds … You know, their children scoffed at this thing before, but it's too late to regret it now. But they can't rob it by force. What's the society now? A society of public opinion! One wrong move, and it'll be a scam to their parents, so they convince their parents to join forces and pressure the game company, trying to change some local policies about games. This is a very reasonable approach, and no one can say anything. "
Roland frowned.
"Then, there's the bald eagle, the white elephant, the Korean chicken, and other countries jointly pressuring the game officials to hand over the technology, which can be described as internal and external troubles," Vincent said in annoyance. Vincent said in annoyance, "But for some reason, the game authorities refused to build another virtual cabin. I don't know why either!"
Hearing this, Roland also felt that things didn't seem good.
He didn't understand why the game officials wouldn't do it if they just made more virtual cabins.
Why did they have to fight against so many forces? Why were they so stubborn?
Were they afraid that the game world would collapse if there were a hundred thousand or two hundred thousand people?
What were the game officials thinking?
Roland felt that he couldn't understand the brain circuits of the game officials at all.
Vincent continued, "In any case, I'm not very optimistic about the future of the game officials if this goes on. Unless they announce to the public that they'll build more virtual cabins. "
Roland felt a little worried. He liked this world very much, and he liked this game very much.
Now, his future was tied to this game.
If the game was gone, his bright future, he would have to start over again.
He felt uncomfortable just thinking about it.
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