The day after the selection, the children went to "school".

Tuition fees are naturally required, two semesters a year, one gold coin per semester.

According to the courses set by Roland, they have to study for at least five years before they can barely be considered "departed" and become magic apprentices with some purpose, or formal mages.

The children of poor families naturally cannot afford the money, but Roland asked them to sign a rather relaxed written contract. They can exempt certain or all the tuition fees through their own labor and help the Magic Tower. It depends on how much work you have done.

Moreover, the term of repayment for money is relaxed to thirty years, and no interest is charged.

In other words, if the apprentice is willing to stay in the Magic Tower for a few more years and help with some work, you can pay off the tuition soon. After all, it is easy for a magician to make money, which is almost equivalent to free teaching and training.

All the civilian apprentices signed. Although they are still young, they are very clear that this is their only chance to break away from the current class and climb up. Even if the conditions are more than ten times more demanding, they will sign.

There are also some businessmen with less-than-good family conditions and children of down-and-out nobles who have signed up.

I encountered some minor troubles during the first day of teaching. Most of the noble children were literate, while none of the civilians knew how to read.

How can a magician be illiterate?

So the last two classes are adjusted, and the ones who know how to read are temporarily divided into one class, and the ones who know how to read are not read are divided into another class.

In essence, it is the class division.

After Roland waited for a year, he waited for the civilians to recognize all the characters and then divided into groups and mixed groups.

Because there is already a clear distinction between the nobles and the civilians, there is a huge class gap. If you teach them separately, then the two sides will definitely form two groups that do not interact with each other and may even hate each other.

So after the common people learn to read, the two classes must be mixed again.

Ideological and moral guidance is also required.

After sorting out the class, Roland and Vincent left the matter in advance.

After all, it is just teaching literacy and teaching them basic magical knowledge, such as how to perceive elements.

Vivian and others can teach this knowledge, but it is not the turn of Roland and Vincent to take action.

At this time, the two were sitting in the laboratory drinking fruit wine while chatting.

"I have a question." Vincent took a sip of the fruit wine and asked, "Will we organize the acceptance of players in the future?"

"Of course I accept it."

Vincent frowned and said, "But the players are too free and flirt with each other. We are also players, and we are very clear about the virtues of our people. We are afraid that both of us will not be able to suppress them."

"You make sense." Roland thought for a while and said, "Then only players who have passed our approval will be allowed to come in. If the number is not large, there should be no problem."

Vincent stood up with a glass of wine. He walked to the window, looked at the teaching building not far away, and smiled: "Do you think we can see these children growing up?"

"It seems like we are going to die soon." Roland felt a little funny.

"No, I'm worried about the server shutdown." Vincent sighed and said, "It's been more than a year since the game server was launched. It's said it's a test. Has there been such a long test? The game cabin hasn't built one more in more than a year, and the recharge system has not been opened. Many local tycoons can't even make money. What's even more outrageous is that the virtual cabin on the market has now been sold to 5 million, which is one hundred times the original one. The official still has not leaked one more virtual cabin, and it still has a price but no market."

Roland was silent, too.

He knew Vincent was telling the truth.

Capital is born to make money, but until now, except for the initial 500,000 virtual cabins sold for some money, I have never seen the official game make even a penny.

Even for free games, even if you don’t sell krypton gold props, you should at least open a few advertising spaces.

However, this is not.

500,000 virtual cabins sold for 25 billion, but for such an unprecedented large-scale technology project, anyone with some common sense knows how much money it will cost.

How long can 25 billion be burned?

Server maintenance, communication equipment installation and repair, and even the salary used to maintain personnel should not be a small amount.

Roland estimated that 25 billion should be almost burned now.

After another year and half, it's time to get to the end.

Roland thought for a while and said, "Maybe, when they are short of money, they will find ways to make money."

"I don't think it's possible." Vincent shook his head: "As the same thing, capital companies want to make profits. Now this game and this virtual cabin are perfect. Why don't they make money? Why? If they open a krypton gold system for one day, they will make less money. This is completely inconsistent with the personality of capitalists."

"So what do you think is the reason that the game company cannot open the Krypton gold system?" Roland asked: "You are a rich second generation. Have you heard any internal news?"

Vincent raised his eyebrows and looked a little surprised: "Your intuition is quite keen!"

"It seems to be."

Vinson nodded.

"Can you say it?"

"I dare not say it outside, but here, I think it's okay." Vincent said: "The meaning of the virtual cabin now represents, many people already know, it's the second life. Some people with more backgrounds... You know, their children sneered at this thing before, but now it's too late to regret it. But they can't force it. Now, what society, public opinion society! One bad thing is to cheat parents, so they convinced their parents, unite, put pressure on the game company, and want to change some local policies and games. This is a very reasonable approach, and no one can say anything."

Roland frowned.

"Then there are bald eagles, white elephants, stick-footed chickens and other countries outside to jointly put pressure on the game official to hand over the technology, which is internal and external troubles." Vincent said very upset: "But the game official doesn't know why, but he just refuses to build another virtual cabin, and he doesn't know why!"

Hearing this, Roland also felt that things seemed to be a little bad.

He didn't understand either. The official just needs to do more virtual cabins, why not?

Do you have to fight against so many forces? So stubborn?

Are you afraid that more than 100,000 people will collapse if there are more than 200,000 people in the game world?

What is the official game thinking?

Roland felt that he could not understand the official brain circuit of the game.

Vincent continued: "No matter what, if this continues, I am not optimistic about the future of the game official. Unless they announce to the outside world, they will build more virtual cabins."

Roland felt a little sad. He liked the world very much and liked the game very much.

Now his future is tied to this game.

If the game is gone, his bright future will have to be broken again and come back.
Chapter completed!