Western Fantasy: I can write unlimited entries

After some time, Joyce completed the task assigned to her by Ron.

There are more than 6,000 textbooks in total. The content is not much and only covers basic knowledge, so each textbook only has ten pages.

Ron designated it as the first volume of the textbook, and a second volume will follow.

By the way, these six thousand textbooks cost a total of 120 silver coins, which is considered cheap.

Considering the problem of wear and tear due to repeated use, these textbooks will not last long and will be used as secondary consumables for the time being.

"My lord, as per your instructions, I have posted notices in every village and town, and I have arranged for clerks from the villages and towns to explain it throughout the day."

Egbert made a report, "I believe that soon, all the people in the Arnold Territory will know about the existence of the 'School'."

This is the definition given by Ron. Because it is not large in scale and is divided into ten places, it cannot be called a general 'college'.

On the side, Joyce couldn't help but ask: "Lord, now that the school is ready, how do you let the subjects go to the school?"

She didn't think Ron was the kind of person who relied on the majesty of the lord to force the people to obey. He must have a way to make the people willingly participate.

Ron didn't speak, and Egbert smiled and said: "Miss Joyce, please don't worry, this matter was assigned to me by the lord, and it is also the work I will report next."

Now Joyce is no longer a maid, but Melitoya's teacher and the manager of the territory's political affairs. Coupled with the abilities she has displayed during this period, she deserves Egbert's respect.

"Lord, I have spread the news about the scholarship. Most of the feedback from the people is that they don't believe it. Should the amount be reduced?" Egbert said.

scholarship?

Joyce's eyes lit up, and he knew Ron's method in an instant, and he respected him even more in his heart.

From what Egbert said just now, the amount of the scholarship should be quite large, 1 silver coin? Or 10 silver coins?

"No, it's still based on the standard of 1 gold coin. It will be the same now and in the future." Ron shook his head and said calmly.

1 gold coin!

Joyce was moved. This was undoubtedly a huge sum of money for a civilian family. Under such temptation, she believed that no one would refuse such a pie.

"But all ten schools are based on the standard of 1 gold coin, which is 10 gold coins. You stipulate that scholarships will be awarded every six months, which will be a huge expense."

"Don't worry, this is just a small amount of money compared to the future earnings."

Ron chuckled. In fact, 20 gold coins a year is not a big expense, but if the money is spent without any return, it is a big loss.

In the Arnold Territory, where talent is extremely scarce, Ron's approach is tantamount to throwing away money, but he doesn't care. What he wants is to bring this learning atmosphere into the lives of the people in the territory.

Make learning knowledge a daily routine, even if it takes a long time, he will do it.

"Have all the teachers in the school chosen well?" Ron asked specifically.

Egbert replied: "They have been selected. They are somewhat famous in the town. I also asked Miss Joyce to evaluate them. They all have good teaching abilities and pass the test of character."

"That's good."

Ron was very satisfied with the work efficiency of the two, and then briefly explained the significance of the scholarship to Joyce.

Ten schools hold a unified examination every six months, and the best student in each school will receive a scholarship of 1 gold coin.

The most important thing is that there is no age requirement for ‘students’, even adults can enter the school to learn knowledge.

This means that adults also have the opportunity to get that huge sum of 1 gold coin.

That is, of course, if they believe it to be true.

——

Cote town.

A crowd of civilians gathered around the sign and asked what it said.

A neatly dressed civil servant next to him opened his mouth to explain to everyone. When he finished speaking, everyone shook their heads, obviously not believing it.

"Going to school is a treatment that only aristocratic masters and young masters from wealthy businessmen have. Not only do they not have to pay tuition, but they are also given money. They really treat us as fools."

"That's right, one gold coin is too much. I went into the mountains to look for herbs for a whole day and only got 2 silver coins."

Most people didn't believe it, and some even sneered, mocking the lord from the bottom of their hearts.

The man did not explain much, but calmly explained to everyone, "Those who want to go to school can go to the school on West Street. Registration starts today. There is no age limit. Anyone who is really willing to study can go."

Everyone dispersed in a hurry, a group of people left, and a group of people came. The civilian staff took the trouble to repeat the explanation.

Not for anything else, just because this job is worth 1 silver coin an hour!

Only for one month!

Most of the civilians coming and going watched the fun, but there were still a few people who came to the school with doubts.

"Can I register here for the school class?"

A woman carrying a vegetable basket came to the front of the school according to the address and saw two people sitting behind the long table, one of whom was dressed in a particularly different way.

"Yes, please fill out this form. Please fill in the name and home address of the classmate. If you don't know how to write it, I can do it for you." The man dressed differently skillfully handed a form to the woman. people.

The woman hesitated for a moment and filled in her child's name. When he finished filling it out, the girl next to the man handed the textbook to the woman and said, "This is a textbook for class. Please give me 2 copper coins."

"Ah? I still need to pay."

The woman was shocked. Didn't she agree that the class would be free? Is it true, as those people said, that this is a lie?

The girl said sincerely: "This is a textbook for class. It was compiled by Ms. Veronica of the Lord's Mansion. Take a look at the content here. Is it better than other reading materials?"

As she spoke, she opened the pages of the book and let the woman look through them.

"You can buy this quality for only 2 copper coins, you've made a lot of money!"

After listening to the girl's words, the woman believed it. Even if she didn't come to class, the textbook alone would be enough.

After the woman paid for the teaching materials, the girl said again: "Is this the name of your child written on it?"

"Yes, what's the problem?" the woman asked uneasily.

The girl smiled and said, "Of course, no problem. If you can find a companion for your child to study with, and the two of you can urge each other to make progress together, you may have a great chance of getting the 1 gold coin scholarship."

The woman wanted to say something more, but a few people signed up later, and the girl took care of the others.

But the girl's words were remembered in her heart, 1 gold coin!

The more she thought about it, the more the woman felt that what the girl said was not a lie, and the scholarship could not be a lie either!

She thought that the child next door was about the same age as her own child, so she should mention it to her neighbors when she returned home.

As evening approaches, there are fewer and fewer people on the street.

At the entrance of West Street School.

The girl rubbed her shoulders. She was exhausted after the day. She looked at the thick stack of lists in her hand and felt happy.

The man exhaled, looked at the girl with a pleased look, and said, "Miss Rosalind, thanks to you today."

The girl was Rosalind. When she heard the man's words, she said helplessly: "Teacher Xavier, please don't call me miss."

Xavier shook his head, "I have only been your teacher for a period of time. You are Lord Black's daughter. I should call you Miss."

"Even so, you are still my teacher."

It was obvious that Rosalind had great respect for the man, and the two of them no longer struggled with the issue of address.

Xavier said: "Mr. Egbert came to me to be a school teacher. You should be involved in this."

"I just mentioned it in front of grandpa, and it was my grandpa who made the final decision."

Rosalind chuckled, "And with your ability, teacher, ten people will definitely be selected."

Xavier was silent for a moment, "Do you think this school has great development prospects?"

Although he was Rosalind's teacher for a short time, the girl's intelligence was unprecedented in his life.

Rosalind's business talent impressed Xavier even more. In his view, the establishment of the school was just a means for the lord to promote his reputation.

Many nobles will do some good deeds to win the loyalty of their subjects. This is a very common method.

But Rosalind strongly recommended him to be a school teacher. Is there something in this that he didn't discover?

Thinking of this, Xavier looked at Rosalind with even more amazement.

Upon hearing the teacher's question, Rosalind did not answer immediately. She frowned and said, "I just have a vague idea. I'm not sure yet."

Suddenly, Rosalind looked at Xavier seriously and said, "Teacher, I need your help."

Xavier immediately understood what she meant and said with a complicated look: "Have you not given up yet?"

"Yes."

Rosalind nodded affirmatively, "I must prove it to my grandfather and father."

"In my opinion, your proof is unnecessary."

Xavier sighed, looking at the girl's unprecedented serious expression, he mused: "Mr. Egbert has always been tolerant, and he treats you and Master Matt the same. But it's hard to talk about Mr. Black."

Seeing the girl's mood getting lower and lower, Xavier sighed in his heart, seemed to have made some determination, and said, "Miss Rosalind, I will help you."

Rosalind smiled brightly, "Thank you, Teacher Xavier."

——

A few days passed.

In the study, Joyce reported to Ron the number of people in the school.

"There are ten schools in three towns, and more than a thousand people are willing to attend classes. Among them, West Street School in Cote Town accounts for three-tenths, which is much more than other schools."

There are more than 30,000 people in the Arnold Territory. It is already good that a thousand people are willing to listen to the class in a short period of time. After all, this cannot be done overnight.

"What happened over there on West Street? Why are there so many people? Is it because the teacher is very good?" Ron became interested.

"I have already inquired, and the people who come to class are all children. They supervise each other's studies in small groups, and they all compete for scholarships." Joyce replied.

Um?

Is this a study group?

Ron was stunned. He didn't think it was the child's own idea, let alone the parents behind him.

"What's the name of the teacher at West Street Academy?" Ron asked curiously, and he believed that this teacher came up with the idea.

"It was a teacher named Xavier, who had been a teacher in Mr. Egbert's family."

Ron nodded and took note of the name.

Then he told Joyce to pay more attention to the school affairs and asked him to leave.

On the training ground of the mansion.

Sig once again sent off the elated Irene. After so many days of practice, his control over temperature had improved to the point where he could do whatever he wanted.

For example, I just helped Erin cool down the popsicles in just three seconds!

As he mastered his own abilities, his body became stronger after being trained in high temperatures for a long time. Along with this, the speed of Dou Qi cultivation increased rapidly.

Sig felt that the speed of Dou Qi cultivation could no longer keep up with the strength of his body. No matter how much he absorbed Dou Qi, there was only a feeling of emptiness in his body.

The body feels like a sponge that can never absorb enough water.

The more you use your abilities to exercise your body, the deeper this feeling becomes.

At this time, Ibuprofen came over and asked strangely: "Why does Eileen always come to you these days? Do you two have some secrets?"

Sig rolled his eyes at him and said nothing.

After he received the gifted ability, he did not tell anyone else that Irene was Ron's personal maid and came to him only after obeying his orders, so Sig showed off his ability to the fullest.

Although every time he used his powers, Erin would say 'How amazing' and then ask him how he did it, and he would laugh it off.

Since the lord didn't say anything, of course he, as the most loyal subordinate, wouldn't say anything.

Although he didn't know why, Sig believed that the lord had his own intention.

Seeing that Sig was unmoved, Ibuprofen felt bored, put his arm on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Let's go to Master Hadey's for a drink."

After a push, there was no push, and Ibuprofen continued to persuade: "I also called Anthony and Malcolm. Although I have to pay Master Hadey every time I drink, the wine he brews is delicious. worth."

Sig: "I don't have any money."

"How is it possible that all the salary that was paid out a few days ago has been used up?" Ibuprofen obviously didn't believe it, thinking that Sig just didn't want to go drinking with him.

Sig was also confused. Although the lord had said that he would no longer be given a salary on the day he was given the ability, he still gave him a salary later.

But something strange happened later. The salary he had in his pocket disappeared and he couldn't find it no matter how hard he looked for it.

By now, Siegel was truly penniless.

After listening to Sig's explanation, Ibuprofen looked suspicious, "Real or false?"

"I did not lie to you."

Seeing that Sig didn't seem to be lying, he waved the ibuprofen and said, "Forget it, I'll treat you. You have to pay me back next time."

"If you have money, I will definitely treat you!"

The two made an agreement and called Anthony and Malcolm to go to the blacksmith workshop together.

As the days passed, Nancy's alchemy workshop was finally completed.

On the day the construction was completed, Nancy moved out of the Baron Mansion. There was no other reason than that Melitoya would come to her every day to 'play', and every time she would bring pudding, popsicles and other delicious things, which made her uncomfortable. Chase people away.

A few days after Nancy moved into the alchemy workshop, the 'Consecrated Cordo' was made.

Although it sounds strange, this is the name given by Nancy, and the effect is as good as artificial rainfall, even more magical and cheaper.

Ron came over after hearing the news and fell into deep thought while looking at the potted plant in front of him.

He pointed at the potted plant, glared and asked, "Explain to me, what is this 'Consecrated Cordo'?"

Nancy looked towards the sky through the window and said in a soft voice: "Lord, do you know about Cordo's life?"