Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 491 Enrollment
"That's right, that's right, we should all focus on teaching!"

"Speaking of which, this is the first time for everyone to be a teacher. Ian Boone not only has to learn how to be a teacher, but also has to figure out the 'Dean of Academic Affairs' role. It's not easy at all!"

"I agree with the Ian brothers. If you need my help with anything, just let me know. Don't be shy!"

……

Ian was somewhat bewildered by the way these people acted so arrogantly at first and then so obsequiously.

Without waiting for his response, Yaro interrupted again: "Alright, enough chit-chat, we still have a lot of things to arrange..."

First, the subjects and grade levels to be taught are assigned to each individual.

The first grade is somewhat similar to a literacy class, teaching only common words and addition and subtraction within 100.

Starting from the second grade, in addition to literature and mathematics, Yarrow also introduced other courses to adjust attention and maximize learning effectiveness.

For example, basic drawing: mastering drawing skills makes it easier to depict design drafts.

For example, the Dangerous Animal Defense Course covers emergency treatment methods for common insect and snake venom, survival skills for encountering wild beasts, and survival methods for dealing with some common low-level monsters.

The students were assigned to the Yaro themselves. In any case, these wizard apprentices who could read wizarding books, sketch and perform magic tricks on their own were almost all 'geniuses', so these courses were basically not difficult for them.

In addition, there was a course called "Mechanical Structure Design" taught by He Li.

"Body Shaping and Combat Skills Class" (Physical Education Class) - Teacher: Anabe.

And "Handicraft Class"—that is, going to the assembly line to make bullets and screwing screws for the great Lord Yarrow.

The "Handicraft Class" only lasts once a week (and only half a day), it doesn't require much brainpower or effort, and they might even find it very interesting.

Next, we need to assign subjects, arrange class schedules, and create exam papers for different classes and levels...

Yarrow was only responsible for asking questions.

One tedious task after another was completed through discussion among the group.

Even though these young wizards didn't initially value the establishment of the 'Cat School,' they still felt a wonderful sense of accomplishment after joining in and constantly overcoming difficulties and solving problems.

—This game seems pretty interesting?
Some shrewd and intelligent people even believe that Yarrow's resentment towards Owl Academy... or even the Jungle House, has a long history.

Isn't the entrance exam a death test?
Are students divided into classes based on their grades?

So that's what you were thinking!

To be honest, this model of mass teaching and monthly exams does seem to have some feasibility?
Like sifting sand through a sieve, those that pass are passed, and those that fail are recast, until all the sand is ground into fine sand.

The idea is good, but impractical!

The so-called establishment of an academy is nothing but a game!
Is that what Yaro thinks?

Of course not, but that's just how others see him, because that's the kind of person they think he is.

Therefore, in the eyes of these intelligent people, Yarrow valued the academy far more than he showed.

Even if they had other ideas in mind, they still showed even more concern.

The atmosphere in the room became even more harmonious, and everyone seemed to be in high spirits, discussing one thing after another that Yaro had raised.

These events, like strokes of a drawing, intertwined and gradually wove a hazy, beautiful picture in the hearts of the young wizards.

……

The sky suddenly darkened, a fierce wind howled, and dark clouds rolled in.

The sudden disaster shattered the illusion that had enveloped the entire village in an instant.

Pale skeletons rose from the ground, flames roared, buildings collapsed, and people panicked and fled in all directions!
Time seemed to stand still, every moment filled with oppression and despair!

“Es”.

Hope? Where is hope? "Ace, Ace, wake up."

The sound seemed to come from the horizon, yet it also seemed to be right next to us.

Oh, by the way, Ace is my name...

As consciousness returned, Ace slowly opened his eyes, staring blankly at the sky.

"woke up?"

Es looked up and was met with a dirty, smiling face.

His face was thin and sallow, with a pair of bright and clear eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a mischievous and skinny little monkey charm.

"Having a nightmare?"

“Hmm,” Ess propped himself up and asked in confusion, “What’s wrong, Jack? Are we still working today? Didn’t you say the main structure of the house was already finished, and now we just need the skilled craftsmen?”

"Work hasn't started..."

Before the skinny-looking Jack could finish speaking, Es lay down again, lazily saying, "If we're not working, we're just lying here sleeping. Lying down won't waste food. We'll check the fishing traps in the river at noon to see if they've caught anything."

Skinny Monkey grabbed Ace's arm and pulled him outside: "Get up! The vice dean is doing a great favor today and is hiring farmhands. They only need to be between ten and twelve years old. First come, first served. If you're late, you'll miss your chance!"

"Let go, let go, Jack! I know how to walk!"

Es shook off the skinny monkey's hand and muttered irritably, "Others hire long-term workers, why talk about doing good deeds?"

Although he kept saying that, Ace still obediently followed behind the skinny monkey.

He knew it in his heart.

There are countless refugees now, and instead of hiring servants, people are only hiring farmhands, and they are hiring teenagers with big appetites and physical strength that are not comparable to adults.

That's exactly what it means to have a kind heart.

"The conditions they offered were no monthly salary, but plenty of food, and we could live in the housing they built in front of us, and study at the college for free. Don't you think they've done something incredibly kind?"

Hearing Jack's conditions, Es suddenly felt a little scared.

Can a free cake really fall from the sky?

Moreover, some of these refugees escaped from the blood sacrifice site, and they know perfectly well that many extraordinary beings are eyeing their lives!
Es's steps grew heavier and slower.

Jack noticed this, turned around, and said with a grin, "Isn't it great that you found out now? Doesn't it feel unreal?"

Es nodded slightly.

Jack patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I've already asked around."

You probably know that the lord previously recruited some people to help him make something, right?

If we could become farmhands, we would do those things every afternoon after school.

In addition, if the long-term employment contract is for ten years, there will be no monthly salary for the first five years, and the monthly salary will be paid depending on the situation for the last five years.

Um...actually, I think it's more like ten years without a monthly salary.

They get to study for free, but have to work for free for ten years.

The average lifespan of ordinary people in the Kingdom of Lanelli is no more than thirty years.

They recruit students in their early teens, and in another ten years they'll be in their early twenties. In comparison, they probably only have another ten years to live.

But Ace was only slightly relieved and exclaimed in the same way, "The vice dean is really a great person!"

(End of this chapter)