Wizard: I brought the wrong system

The young body stood up straight, like a spear that shot straight into the sky.

The pitch-black skin covered up a bit of tenderness, and the thin face was covered with dirty stains, but it couldn't be concealed at all, and the firm eyes bloomed in the crystal clear eyes!

His voice was no longer immature, and the clanging sound echoed in the empty arena, making Bosco unable to speak for a long time.

The corners of Bosco's mouth trembled slightly, his snow-white hair and beard were a bit messy, and his vicissitudes of life made him look even older.

A flash of reminiscence flashed in his eyes.

I haven't seen you for a few months, Yarrow's voice seems to have changed?

Is it during this time that the voice change period has passed quietly?

Yarrow has grown up, and he... is getting closer to death!

I am too old to face any major changes.

"Yaro..." Bosco hoarsely said, the back that was once tall and straight has been slightly bent, looking at the young man, his body trembled slightly, he hesitated to speak a few times, but in the end he had no choice but to slump Shaking his head and sighing.

Yarrow said to the old man respectfully: "Teacher, if you have any questions, please tell me directly. I am your student, so you don't have to hesitate."

"You..." Bosco pursed his dry lips, "Can you give up this idea?"

"Seeing so many students suffering innocently, and seeing so many students dying inexplicably!" Bosco closed his eyes in pain, and grabbed his chest with one hand, "I... am extremely disappointed in them too. !"

"But……"

Bosco spread his hands, looking at the layers of folds on the weak skin, the whole person fell into a state of decadence, "I don't have the energy, nor the ability, to find so many mentors to fill the academy."

As for Yarrow?

He had already made a decision that he would not stay in the academy any longer, so it was naturally impossible to recruit wizards for the academy.

not to mention……

Yarrow's face was dirty, but he looked at Bosco seriously: "Teacher, I have a few questions for you."

"What is the standard for a college to be strong?"

"What kind of atmosphere should a college have?"

"The way of survival of an academy... what is it?"

Anger flickered in his eyes, and each of Yarrow's questions became sharper and harsher.

"The standard of strength is to hire enough official wizards?"

"The atmosphere in the academy should be one of constant internal strife and wanton exploitation by the instructor?"

"Could it be that the college is a place that supports countless greedy moths?!"

Questions hit Bosco's ears and struck his heart. He opened his mouth, and his old face was full of confusion.

What should the academy be like?

Isn't everyone like this?

However, when Yarrow asked these questions, Bosco subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but in his life, all the colleges he saw were basically like this, so although he felt something was wrong, he couldn't think about it. Come up with other plans.

The once invincible 'Iron Falcon' is so old and weak at the moment.

He is entangled, he is in pain, he is confused...he can't see the future at all!

Although, in this life, Yarrow only wanted to live a real life and didn't want to take on too heavy a burden, but when he saw his teacher showing such a gesture, he couldn't help but sighed softly, and it was worth expressing his opinion: "Teacher, what you once said It's doing a good job of maintaining order within the academy, but I don't think it's enough."

"It's because there are so many wizards, and the official students they each accept are doing evil in the academy, but few people govern them!"

Yarrow also noticed that those so-called 'official students' were actually tools for the tutors to collect!

Bosco earned 'magic stones' from the outside, and then distributed these magic stones to the apprentice group through different methods, while those mentors were borrowing different methods to quietly collect and steal these scattered magic stones.

Yarrow said these things one by one, and Bosco listened quietly, but his face became more and more gloomy.

No matter how good-tempered a person is, when he hears about this kind of thing, he might be a little angry.

Not to mention, Bosco's previous title of 'Bloody Falcon' has never been a good reputation for kindness.

"The academy does need wizards to maintain its operations, but isn't there still a lot of wizards who drive away the scarlet wizards outside and guard the resource points of the academy?"

Those frustrated wizards have been silently contributing to the academy. In Yarrow's eyes, those are the real 'academic wizards'!

Hearing this, Bosco couldn't help frowning and asked, "But, if too many wizards are missing, won't there be no instructors to carry out courses?"

"course?"

Yarrow couldn't help laughing. Too many courses in the college are redundant in his opinion, and there are many teaching methods that are too backward!

That's right, the civilization of this world may indeed be longer than his previous life.

But... The depth of civilization comes from alternation, from recorded history!

But what about the world?

The high-level wizards and the world don't even know the limit of their lifespan!

And because they are worried that their weaknesses will be exposed, everyone is concealing their origins. At most, there are some autobiographies of wizards in the market, and there are basically no large-scale historical documents.

From these two points alone, no matter how long this world develops, the development of the internal structure of its civilization cannot surpass that of the previous life!

Yarrow even suspects that if the "weird space" has the characteristics of "the weak cannot perceive it, and the strong cannot step into it", such a thing as the Academy would not exist at all!

At most, there will be some impromptu wizards, and one or two apprentices will be recruited.

After all... the country where I was in the previous life, in the past years, hasn't the way of recruiting masters and apprentices existed for thousands of years?

Comparing the school experience of the two generations, Yarrow analyzed his perception of the various courses of the college.

"...For example, the knight defense class. This kind of course can be taken by apprentices who are formal knights. Why waste manpower and let formal wizards do this kind of thing? Isn't the instructor of this kind of course a waste? "

"...For an apprentice who is an official knight, give him one hundred magic stones every month, and he can laugh so hard that he can't sleep every night!"

"And wizards? They may be overqualified for teaching these courses, but if you dare to give them only one hundred magic stones, they will definitely find ways to make extra money!"

A high salary may not be feasible, but a hundred magic stones may not be enough for official wizards to maintain their daily lives, so they naturally cannot avoid "finding a way".

However, this is the case for countless colleges in the Jungle House, so there are only so many magic stones distributed by the Jungle House every year. It is naturally unrealistic to raise the salary, so it is better to find a way to streamline it.

The magic stones that will be distributed will maintain some important positions, and other secondary positions can be taught by intermediate apprentices of the college.

There are also some basic courses, which can be taught class by class according to the practice of primary and middle schools in the previous life.

Yarrow talked slowly, Bosco kept nodding, and even took out a pen and paper, and kept copying what Yarrow said.

The clown in the suit closed his eyes quietly, and when he opened his eyes again, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.