Chapter 1552: Amazed Parents

Must stay in school.

Must stay in school!

These were the thoughts of many.

Never in their wildest dreams could they imagine the school was so detailed in everything it did and all for the current price they were paying every semester.

They felt they were dreaming with such a cheap and doable tuition.

h.e.l.l!

What this school was offering had far more aspects, both academic, mental, and physical, even surpa.s.sing those of the famous academies across the many empires.

Yet, it wasn't some sky-high price only n.o.bles or those in n.o.ble factions could afford.

One had to know that even if a peasant wanted such an opportunity, they would have to take an a.s.sessment test from a n.o.ble faction and enter that said aristocratic faction before finally joining the academy with their tuition covered.

Again one could get shouted by blatantly entering many arena houses and catching the eyes of some big n.o.ble.

Believe it or not, Baymard's prices were only 30% of what they would have to pay to enter these prominent academies and be in the presence of n.o.bles.

One should recall n.o.bles hardly like being close to peasants, wanting to keep the feeling of being better than them always.

So to enter such a place, one must have a backer. And even then, one's education would get limited unless they were very talented.

They might train to be physically strong. But theory-wise, they would get limited, only knowing the basics and nothing more.

This was to keep everyone in their 'cla.s.s group' and make only the n.o.bles rise above the rest.

Whether it was to be a strategist, a key painter, or any other profession, the peasants that ended up being famous truly pushed themselves up there against the odds.

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It was also important to know there were several lesser schools around, primarily for peasants.

These very small schools only had 1 or 2 buildings in place, run by former soldiers who were probably relieved from their duties.

So what do these retired, Injured, or relieved people do when they return to their home cities, towns, or villages?

They start a small school as a business, teaching young ones the way of the sword.

Some, like painters, sculptures, builders, and all the rest, took in disciples of their own, teaching them using crushed flowers pictures or what was blood paint (a mixture of blood, dirt, animal substances, etc.)

Once an animal was killed, wasn't it a waste to do away with its blood?

People learn with what resources they have.

But to enter the big leagues, they either have to take their talents and get tested by a big person or get scouted.

So imagine their shock from Baymard's curriculum... At such an insanely cheap piece at that.

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Good... Good... Good...

Say no more.

Many, mainly the peasants amongst the group, had their eyes lit up like torches as they read through the booklet.

Literacy in U.N empires has gone down by a large number ever since their empires came in contact with Baymard. Many were now beginners or intermediary writers and speakers of Pyron/Roma.

And even if they were words they couldn't ultimately make out some words written, the lead teacher ahead was now going over everything written below one by one, solving a few questions that came up now and then.

This... this...

Cyprian gripped his booklet with trembling hands.

'This isn't a dream, right?'

Do they teach all this to his son and daughter?

Cyprian's face stretched in gratification, once again thanking his majesty Landon Barn deep in his heart.

Sigh...

As expected, a good Monarch sure could make a difference. Even more unexpected was that many around him also thought so, especially Frodo, who murmured in awe and fisted his chest softly.

"Long live his majesty, Landon Barn."

Cyprian was taken aback, finally chuckling at his new friend's open proclamation.

Yes...

Long live his majesty, Landon Barn!

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Like so, Landon's fan base was growing without his knowledge.

The P.T.E-meeting progressed with everyone getting deeply drawn in until soon, time was up.

All questions concerning overall general matters had been solved, whether it was on how to contact the school in case of emergencies, aspects on club activities, cla.s.sroom matters, and so on.

Now, it was time for the one-on-one seasons.

F***!

Cyprian couldn't believe his eyes when staring at his watch.

Augh~

He planned to only stay here for half the time before heading to the meeting room pertaining to his son's Grade 4-cla.s.s.

Cyprian smacked his forehead, inwardly calling himself stupid.

Sigh...

Blame him for getting too sucked in. Nonetheless, he felt the general information should be similar.

"Great! Great! My meeting is scheduled from 1:15 to 1:30. Location: This same room!" Frodo exclaimed, looking at his meeting slip.

"Buddy, what about you?"

Cyprian pulled out the information from the bucket at the back of the booklet.

For parents with several children in many grades, they combined his meeting times all in one slip.

'What a great convenience.'

He couldn't help complimenting.

"Mine? 1 P.M to 1:15 in here and 2:30 to 2:45 in another room."

Looking around, he could see at least 15 isolated desks alongside the corners of the room.

What was interesting was that the room seemed to be built for one-on-one conversations, with wooden walls chest-high isolating each cubicle from the next, giving a sense of privacy.

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Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock.

The time was already 12:10 P.M.

So all he could do was bid his time until 1 P.M.

Others went to take a long stroll around the school, jumping in the arranged tours around the premises.

In times like these, it would be good to show off the many facilities the school had and offered the students.

A computer lab, a library, an indoor Olympic-size swimming pool, a gym, and so on.

Hey... The P.T.E-meeting would stop by 5:30 P.M, allowing parents to go home with their children, who would also finish club activities around then.

So why not tour around for now since some had their meeting time slots at 4 P.M?

Frodo smacked Cyprian's shoulders playfully.

"Bro, let's check out the cafeteria!"