Angele nodded.
Angele packed his things and was about to change his clothes.
"We have to pay at least 100 gold coins per person. How are we going to earn back the money?!"
"Good. This is the price set by Master Banner himself. If you want to earn money from teaching the commoners, you have to follow the rules. Is that okay? "the boy asked.
"Thanks, I'll think about it." Angele smiled and stopped talking.
"The new curriculum is out!" A boy's voice came from the staircase outside. "It's posted outside the fifth building. The price is 5 gold coins per person. Don't charge more than that! "
Someone knocked on Angele's door. He walked to the door and opened it. A black-haired boy with freckles on his face was standing by the door. He was wearing a red noble suit with yellow edges. "Hey, new guy? Did you hear the price? "
The carriage entered the forest quickly. At the end of the road was an iron gate that was about 10 meters wide. On both sides of the gate, there were tall walls that reached the top of the mountain. The gate was wide open, and outside was a large empty field of grass. Four or five small carriages were parked on it. There were all kinds of emblems on the carriages, and the horses were cheap and expensive. Some people in luxurious clothes got on the carriages from time to time. The carriages that entered the gate stopped on the empty ground. Young boys and girls got off the carriages. Most of them were wearing luxurious clothes, and only a few of them were wearing simple clothes. They were probably here to register. The ages of these boys and girls ranged from twelve or thirteen to fifteen or sixteen. It seemed like the school did not have a minimum age limit.
Angele nodded his head. The harbor school was like a private school on Earth. You could enter it as long as you paid the fee. The quality of the education there was not high either. However, compared to his previous life in the castle, where he had to eat, drink, and be merry all day long, or rely on the A.I. Chip when he was confused and couldn't make heads or tails of things, even if the content of the lecture was shallow, it was still much better.
"This is the price set by Master Banner. If you have any questions, you can talk to him. I'm just a messenger."
The carriage moved forward quickly. On the way, Henderson started explaining the situation of the Port Academy to Angele in detail. "Young Master Angele, the lady asked me to remind you that if you don't have to attend the courses in the harbor school, the fees will be …" Henderson did not finish his sentence, but it was clear what he wanted to say.
Of course, Angele was not a noble anymore. The Rudin Kingdom was currently in a precarious situation, facing the danger of being destroyed at any time. His father chose to leave his motherland and go to Andes. It was obvious that he had chosen to give up his title. Therefore, Angele was just an ordinary disciple of a commoner. Fortunately, the Andes Alliance did not have a strict rule regarding the color of one's identity. Ordinary colors could also be worn by civilians. Otherwise, just the white clothes he was wearing would have been considered a felony.
Angele stopped the carriage and followed Henderson through the gate. Like many of the other young men who came to register, he looked around the academy curiously.
The stairwell was instantly filled with commotion.
Angele followed the instructions on the form and entered a building on the left, looking for his dorm. The dormitory was very crowded, and many of the rooms were open. Some students were walking back and forth between the rooms. Every floor was bustling with noise. It reminded Angele of the knight trainees in his father's castle. However, compared to those trainees, most of the students in this academy wore fancy clothes, and they talked slowly. It felt like they were pretending to be elegant.
"In addition, the academy's entrance fee isn't considered high. Some children of small merchants also study there. As for those who can't afford the high tuition fees, most of them gather around the students who have attended classes and choose to pay some price to be taught knowledge and lessons by these students. Compared to the price paid to the tutors, the price paid to the students is much lower. This is a common phenomenon in the academy. You can also consider this method, "Henderson kindly reminded him.
The courses and the corresponding price list were clearly printed on it.
He was wearing a clean white silk shirt, a gray vest, and a pair of tight blue pants and a pair of black boots. He looked like a nobleman from the countryside. He wanted to be fashionable, but he didn't know that his clothes did not match his style.
He didn't even need to guess to know that if he wanted to obtain knowledge from other students, he would need more than just money. It was very likely that he would need to lower his head and curry favor with others. It was impossible for Angele to do that. Although knowledge was valuable, he had the chip, so he didn't need to do that.
After waiting for a while, Henderson followed a man with blonde curly hair. He led Angele away from the group and entered a side door. Angele glanced at a bronze statue when he passed by.
"Earl Albert Burlington, donated 20,000 gold coins to the Harbor Academy in 1307." Angele scrunched his eyebrows. It would cost him at least 100 gold coins to finish one course.
Angele scrunched his eyebrows. It would cost him at least 100 gold coins to finish one course. He brought two high-gold cards with him this time. He had brought two High Gold Cards with him this time. The high-gold card represented the amount of gold coins that were deposited in the academy. The card represented the amount of gold coins that were deposited in the academy. You could exchange them for the corresponding amount of gold coins at the logistics department of the academy.
Large tracts of mountains were covered with lush and exuberant woodlands. Between the mountains and hills was a winding two-lane carriageway. The white carriageway extended into the depths of the forest, and Angele couldn't see the end of it after several turns.
Angele paid the fee quickly and received his identity card. It was a white leather paper with his student number, grade, room, personal information, and other information written on it. There was also a red stamp on it, which meant that he had paid the fee. After Henderson was done with the paperwork, he took the initiative to say goodbye and left.
Angele was speechless. He looked at the other bronze statues and realized that all of them were people who donated money to the academy. Even the smallest donation was around 10,000 gold coins. Angele stopped looking at them. He followed Henderson to the hall on the first floor of the white building.
The bedroom was only big enough for a wooden bed, a desk, and a chair. All the furniture in the room was made of brown wood. There was no paint on it, and a light smell of wood filled the room.
It was afternoon, and the sky was gloomy. Many carriages were moving on the carriageway. Some of them were going into the sand forest, and most of them were going out. Occasionally, they would meet someone they knew, and the carriages would nod and smile at each other when the windows of the carriages met. They seemed to be very polite.
There were two rows of bronze statues on both sides of the cobblestone road. There were inscriptions carved on the bronze seats.
The rooms were all independent. The academy probably knew that nobles wouldn't want to share a room with others.
The driver of the carriage was a balding middle-aged man wearing a gray servant's uniform. These two people were Angele and Henderson, who were heading to the registration area of the academy.
Music, two classes for an hour, 20 gold coins. Painting, two classes for an hour, 20 gold coins. Dancing, two classes for an hour, 20 gold coins. Equestrian, two classes for an hour, 20 gold coins. Bare-Handed Combat, two classes for an hour, 30 gold coins. Alliance History, two classes for an hour, 10 gold coins. Battle Tactics, two classes for an hour, 50 gold coins. Swordsmanship, two classes for an hour, 20 gold coins. Knife, two classes for an hour, 20 gold coins. Two-Handed Heavy Weapon, two classes for an hour, 30 gold coins. Archery, two classes for an hour, 50 gold coins. Language, two classes for an hour, 20 gold coins.
Henderson licked his lips. "I've never heard of anyone who couldn't get in because of money. I think so. "
In the middle of the hall, it looked like a party. A middle-aged man with a mustache was sitting in front of a table, writing down the names of the students with a quill in his hand.
Angele nodded again. "No problem." He didn't want to make money from this.
On one of the white horse carriages that was traveling into the forest. A young man with short brown hair was looking at the carriages that were passing by. The complicated emblems on the carriages made it hard for him to look at them.
Angele nodded. "I understand. But I don't think anyone can get in as long as they have money. "
After entering the iron gate, Angele saw a spacious green grassland. There was a row of white buildings with five or six floors facing the gate. There was a cobblestone path leading from the iron gate to the entrance of the white buildings.
* Dong Dong Dong *
Angele was at the back of the line, so he turned his head and looked at the front. There were about 20 to 30 people there. Henderson took Aunt Maria's token and went to look for Sir Shiva. The people in the front and back kept their distance from Angele. Their eyes were filled with disgust and disdain.
There were 10 classes in total, and the next class would be arranged in one month. The fee had to be paid on the same day.
"Good." The boy nodded, satisfied. He turned around and left. "Oh right, since you're so smart, don't forget to pay the fee according to the course list on the back."
Angele closed the door. He looked like he was thinking about something. He picked up the sheet on the table and flipped it over. There were rows of blurry course timetable on the back. It seemed like the timetable was printed on the paper, not written by hand. That was why it was so blurry. It was all thanks to the boy's reminder.
West of Marua City.
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