Wizard: I brought the wrong system...

Chapter 492 The Academy's Future Planning

"I asked you to recruit students for me, and you actually recruited more than four hundred farmhands?"

Yaro was both amused and exasperated.

I thought I was pretty clever by offering "craft classes" and "using classes as a substitute for crafts".

Unexpectedly, Anabe went even further, openly recruiting employees and turning schooling into "pre-employment training."

"Following your approach, shouldn't 'Cat Party Academy' be renamed 'Cat Party Vocational Technical Academy'?"

For some reason, Ya Luo thought of an old joke from his past life—"Wudaokou Vocational and Technical College".

Anabe dismissed it: "What's the difference?"

When I said I would only recruit 300 people, everyone rushed to sign up. After the 300 people were recruited, the remaining people all knelt down and begged me.

I even pretended to ask you before finally accepting all the remaining people.

Go outside and see for yourself; who among them doesn't remember your kindness?

Yaro shook his head: "I'm not talking about loyalty."

The relationship between the college and the students is one of mutual help, support, and mutual benefit.

The viscount's territory is too small. If Cat Academy wants to grow and expand, it must recruit talents from all directions and take in all the elites.

The students in the college now are all long-term laborers, which gives others the impression that they have to give up their freedom to enter the college.

This has a negative impact on the initial image of our college.

Genius arises from sheer numbers.

One of the main reasons why Wudaokou Vocational and Technical College is so excellent is that it can accommodate the elites from a population of over one billion.

Yaro didn't want the "Cat School" to be confined to this small viscount's territory.

Anabe seemed to understand but not quite: "Didn't you say before that you wanted to recruit all the people of suitable age from the refugees?"

But if I directly say that I am recruiting students, a large majority of them will definitely secretly leave the viscount's territory.

In addition, we don't have enough manpower.

We already have over four hundred students, with about eighty students in each grade. This is an astonishing number, and we simply don't have enough manpower to recruit more students.

Although Anabe failed to grasp the crux of the problem, Yaro could still discern Anabe's serious attitude towards handling matters.

He was indeed prioritizing the recruitment of refugees.

They even kindly promoted Aro and tried their best to maintain the loyalty of the refugees.

Yaro shook his head with a wry smile: "I did say that we should prioritize recruiting refugees, but I didn't expect you to use this method."

If the displaced people are not properly resettled, they will become a hidden danger in the territory.

Aro was reluctant to let these people leave—especially the young people who were still young and had potential.

Seeing that Anabe still didn't understand, Yaro prompted, "As a public school, you can have fewer normal students, but you must have some. If you don't have a single normal student, what will others think?"

Anabe asked in a deep voice, "So what should we do now?"

Yaro frowned, his knuckles unconsciously tapping the table in front of him.

Anabe was restless. Seeing that Yaro had not answered for a long time, he gritted his teeth and hardened his heart.

"If that doesn't work, I'll go to a few more families and hire a few more teachers!"

"No, no need!"

Yaro knew very well that if he recruited a few more teachers, he and "Cat School" would not be able to maintain their neutral position.

The Fernando wizarding family might tolerate a thug hustling in a corner playing in the mud, but they absolutely cannot tolerate the emergence of a force that opposes them.

Yaro reassured him, "You don't need to worry about the teacher; I've already made arrangements."

The students enrolled here are all around ten years old. Although they have no prior knowledge, it doesn't mean that their learning ability is the same as that of a five- or six-year-old child.

Therefore, the college's first and second year classes can be conducted in the form of literacy classes.

As for the other grades... if all else fails, we can split them into two classes, with about forty students in each class. That would have been normal in my previous life!

Seeing Yaro's confident demeanor, Anabe felt slightly relieved and then asked, "What about the students' problem?"

"Go and inform them that... those who can pass the entrance exam and directly reach the fourth grade can be exempted from their long-term labor contract and become formal students, and will also be exempted from tuition and meal fees."

Hmm, let's add a title, let's call it "Outstanding Student Living Allowance Award".

In addition, Dylan was instructed to issue a notice to the entire Viscountry announcing that the "Cat School" was now accepting applications.

Oh, and ask him if there's any way to spread this news to the surrounding noble territories, with the same admission requirements as for the refugees—no one too young.

I didn't say I wanted to recruit nobles. Surely there are commoners who want to learn? My target is these people…”

Since we're going to turn first and second graders into "literacy classes" anyway, we might as well just let them all go together, since we're herding one sheep or a whole flock of sheep anyway.

"I understand! Dean Yaro, rest assured, I will definitely handle this matter well!" Anabe said firmly.

Just as Yaro nodded, Anabe immediately started to walk out, but then called him back.

"Is there anything else you need, Dean Yaro?"

Yaro said gently, "It's already dark, it's time to get off work, let's not talk about any orders, we're just chatting casually."

"Off work? Okay."

Anabe plopped down in the seat opposite him, casually pulling an old metal bottle from his waist. "Since we're off work, wanna have some?"

"No need, thank you."

Seeing that Yaro refused, Anabe didn't stand on ceremony and gulped down the wine from the bottle.

The metal bottle looked no bigger than the palm of his hand, but Yaro clearly saw Anabe's Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he drank for half a minute straight.

"Phew, that feels good!"

When Anabe finally let out a long sigh, wiped his mouth, and put down the bottle, there was still a faint sloshing sound of the liquid inside.

"What would the Dean like to discuss?" Anabe asked frankly.

Yaro chuckled and said, "I thought you were going to complain."

"Complain? Complain about what?" Anabe was taken aback.

Yaro said with interest, "For example... complaining about being put in charge of the academy? I can tell you haven't done this kind of thing before, have you? Who managed the Witcher Academy before? Edgar?"

Anabe: "Francis handles the big picture, Edgar manages the details, well... kind of like you and me, except Edgar is much better at managing these things than I am."

"Then why didn't you call Edgar over to help you?" Yaro asked meaningfully.

Anabe looked up in surprise, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I will naturally call them if there is any real trouble. Like last night when I needed to host the banquet, I called them back. As for other times... don't they still have a lot of vacancies in their magical plants?"

Yaro didn't beat around the bush: "The academy is about to start, and there are so many troublesome things to deal with. Do you think it's possible to have Edgar come back and help out first?"

"Do we no longer need to look for the magic plant?" Anabe asked tentatively.

Yaro shook his head: "You've also undergone the Qi and Blood Frenzy training, so you know how quickly the magical plants are consumed during training. Our current quantity is simply not enough, so we can't reduce it, but we can let him owe us some for now."

(End of this chapter)