Mages Are Too OP

The day after the selection, the children went to ‘school’.

Tuition is naturally payable, two semesters a year, one gold coin per semester.

According to Roland's curriculum, it takes at least five years for them to barely count as' mentors' and become useful magic apprentices or official magicians.

The poor children naturally couldn't afford it, but Roland made them sign a fairly relaxed written contract. They can exempt themselves from certain, or all, tuition by working for the Magic Tower, depending on how much work you do.

Moreover, the repayment period has been relaxed to 30 years without interest.

In other words, if apprentices are willing to stay in the Magic Tower for a few more years after leaving, help with some work, and soon will be able to repay the tuition fees. After all, it is easy for magicians to earn money, which is almost equivalent to free instruction to train them.

All civilian apprentices have signed, and although they are young, it is clear that this is their only chance to climb up out of the existing class, even if the conditions are more than ten times harsh.

There are also merchants with less favourable family conditions, as well as descendants of poor aristocracy.

On the first day of teaching, there were minor problems, and the vast majority of noble disciples were literate, while the civilian population did not.

How can a magician not read?

So the last two classes are adjusted, so we will temporarily divide the literate into one class, and the illiterate into another.

Essentially, it's class division.

Roland waited a year before letting the children of the civilian population read all the words and then split the classes.

Because the division between nobility and the civilian population was already clear, and there was a huge class divide, if the two sides were to be taught separately, they would surely form two groups that would not interact with each other or even be potentially hostile in the future.

So when civilians are literate, the two classes have to be re-mixed.

There is also a need for thought and moral guidance.

Once the class has been divided, Roland and Vincent leave the class alone for the time being.

After all, they teach literacy and basic magic, like how to perceive elements.

This knowledge can be taught by Vivian and others, and it is not the turn of Roland and Vincent's two 'Dinghai Needles’ to do it.

They were sitting in the lab drinking fruit wine and talking.

“I have a question.” Vincent drank a sip of fruit wine and asked, "Will we be receiving players in the future? ”

“Yes, of course. ”

Vincent frowned: "But the player jumped off too much and loved to make a scene. We're players ourselves, and we know exactly what these people are up to. I was afraid the two of us wouldn't hold back. ”

“You're quite right.” Roland thought about it and said, "Then just let the players we identify with come in. If the quantity is small, there should be no problem. ”

Vincent stood up with the glass, and he walked up to the window, looking at the teaching building not far away, and he smiled, "Do you think we can see these kids growing up? ”

“It sounds like we're going to hang up soon.” Roland thought it was funny.

“No, I'm worried about the server shutting down.” Vincent sighed, “It's been over a year since the game started. Say it's a test. Is there a test this long? The game cabin hasn't built an extra one in over a year, and the recharge system hasn't opened up, and many homeowners want Krypton to fail to do so. What's even more extraordinary is that virtual cabins on the market are now five million, a hundred times higher than they were. There is still no official outflow of one more virtual cabin, and it is still priceless. ”

Roland was silent, too.

He knew Vincent was telling the truth.

Capital was born to make money, but until now, apart from the first half a million virtual cabins sold a little money, no game official has ever made even a penny.

Even free games, even if they don't sell Krypton props, should have at least a few ad slots.

But that's not true either.

Half a million virtual cabins sold 25 billion, but for such an unprecedented large-scale technology project, more money would be burned, as long as someone with a little common sense knew.

How long will $25 billion burn?

The maintenance of servers, the erection and maintenance of communications equipment and even the salaries of maintenance personnel should not be small.

Roland estimates that $25 billion should be burned by now.

For another year and a half, it should be over.

Roland thought about it and said, "Maybe when they need money, they'll find a way to make money. ”

“I don't think so.” Vincent shook his head: “Or that sentence, the capital company wanted to make money, and now this game, this virtual cabin is perfect, why don't they make money? Why? A day behind Kryptonite, they make less money a day, which is totally inconsistent with capitalist character. ”

“So what do you think is causing the gaming company to be unable to open the Krypton system?” Roland asks, "You're a rich second generation. Did you hear anything inside? ”

Vincent raised his eyebrows and looked a little surprised: "Your instincts are pretty sharp! ”

“Looks like it. ”

Vincent nodded.

“Can you tell me? ”

“Outside, I dare not say, but here, I feel fine.” Vincent said, "Now that the virtual compartment stands for, a lot of people already know what it means to be a second life. Some people with more background... You know, their children used to snort at this stuff, and now they can't regret it. But they can't rob. What kind of society, public opinion society? One of the bad things is about Mum and Dad, so they convinced their parents, joined forces, put pressure on the gaming companies, wanted to change some local policies, about gaming. That is a reasonable course of action, and no one can say anything. ”

Roland frowned.

“Then there are white eagles, white elephants, stick foot chickens and other countries under pressure to have the game officially hand over the technology, which can be called internal and external worries.” Vincent said very troubledly, "But the game officials don't know why, they don't have enough special alloy material to bite, they don't want to build another virtual hatch, and they don't know why! ”

When I heard about this, Roland also thought things seemed a little bad.

He doesn't understand either. Officials need to do more virtual cabins. Why not?

Do you have to fight so many forces? So much iron?

Are you afraid that a hundred thousand more people will collapse in the game world?

What the hell are the game officials thinking?

Roland feels completely incapable of understanding the official brain circuit of the game.

Vincent went on to say, "Anyway, I don't really like the official future of the game. Build more virtual compartments unless they announce outward. ”

Roland felt a little sad, he loved the world, he loved the game.

Now his future is tied to this game.

If the game is gone, his bright future will have to be broken again.

Think about it.