Bu Feng nervously tugged at his backpack. He had already made this movement nervously several times in ten minutes. He couldn't help but turn his gaze to his old man. His old man's big, calloused hands were also nervously rubbing together, as if trying to rub off the dirt and calluses on them. The old man was wearing a rustic straw hat, which he had woven himself. Thinking of this, Bu Feng felt a little resentful towards his old man. Why did he have to come all the way here? Their family's farmland was near the Royal City. Wouldn't it be better to become an excellent knight?
However, reality is always cruel. No matter what, Bu Feng couldn't resist his old man's orders and could only compromise helplessly.
Actually, this place is quite good... Bu Feng turned his head to look left and right. There were many cute girls, most of whom were from Red Leaf Ridge, with a fresh and vigorous aura. Whether it was their braids or their clothes, they were all very beautiful. Coupled with their faces, it seemed that no two were the same... Bu Feng thought in his heart, and he wasn't so nervous anymore.
Suddenly, a burst of noise came from the crowd, and then the adults suddenly knelt down on one knee, while the girls let out bursts of stimulating screams. This kind of scream reminded Bu Feng of the musk cats in heat in the dense forest behind the farm.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Bu Feng panicked, and received a heavy slap on the head.
"Idiot, kneel down quickly! It's the Sage!" The old man's rough voice came over.
A feeling of dizziness lingered on the top of his head. Bu Feng quickly lie on the ground.
At this time, he realized that the people nearby had already knelt on the ground. Some were kneeling on one knee, which was above the level of a citizen, and was Bu Feng's future goal. Others were bowing, either knights or nobles, which were beyond Bu Feng's reach.
The crowd dispersed, making way. The crisp sound of horses' hooves on the stone slabs slowly approached. Bu Feng couldn't help but peek up out of curiosity.
The first thing he saw was a pair of cold, heartless silver eyes.
This beautiful short-haired woman exuded an aura that kept strangers away. After seeing that the owner of the gaze was a boy, she shifted her gaze and scanned the crowd with her silver and cold eyes, as if she wanted to devour someone.
A shiver ran down his spine from her gaze. Bu Feng quickly lowered his head. However, with a fluke mentality, Bu Feng raised his head again. This time, he found the person he wanted to see.
Those were eyes as warm and comforting as the sun. The emerald green pupils were filled with endless gentleness. The long silver hair reflected the sunlight, shimmering like silver. The whole person was wearing a white robe and holding a bronze scepter, which was quite marketable.
He was riding a tall white horse with horns. As if he had noticed Bu Feng's gaze, he lowered his head, raised his hand slightly, and smiled at him. Bu Feng's mind went blank. He just smiled foolishly, and the Sage had already ridden past. Before he could recover, he received another slap on the back of his head from his old man. He vaguely heard his old man's suppressed roar: "Idiot, lower your head! How can you look at the Sage..."
Bu Feng was quite unconvinced in his heart for being beaten. Although he admired the Sage's peerless elegance, they were both human. If he went to battle and made contributions in the future, why couldn't he become a Knight of the Round Table, His Grace the Grand Duke?
However, all of this was ruined by his old man.
Thinking that he would have to sit at his desk and enviously watch the knights triumphantly return in the future, Bu Feng was about to collapse.
In a daze, he was led to the registration office by his old man. The first words he heard when he came back to his senses were his old man's embarrassed voice: "What? Five silver coins? This... this..." Five silver coins! They had brought ten silver coins before coming here, but after the journey and without calculating travel expenses, they didn't have enough five silver coins on them now.
The old man was sweating profusely, Touching himself up and down, but he couldn't find enough money to make up a silver coin.
Feeling angry, Bu Feng wanted to shout loudly: It's just a silver coin! I'll earn more in the future! I don't want to come here to study... However, a female voice interrupted the voice he was about to shout: "The rules cannot be broken, but they can be compromised. May I ask your name?"
"I, I am John _ Shirek." The old man said as if he had found a life-saving straw.
The woman who was registering, with her ponytail tied behind her head, flipped through the notebook next to her. It was a stack of white paper with some things recorded on it.
"Mr. John, you have paid six thousand kilograms of grain in taxes to Camelot in the past twenty years (actually very little! Believe me, twenty years!). Your contribution value has reached 6420 points. If you are willing, you can pay thirty contribution points to make your child's tuition free for the next six years." John opened his mouth happily to speak, but the woman spoke again: "However, your child's miscellaneous expenses will become your family's financial burden, so my suggestion is that you directly pay one hundred contribution points to make your child's miscellaneous expenses and tuition free for the next six years. We will take care of everything for your child."
"Okay, okay, okay." There was such a good thing in the world, how could Old Man John disagree? He nodded with a happy and excited face, and then clearly pressed his fingerprint on the paper handed over by the woman.
For the first time in his life, ten-year-old Bu Feng had a clear understanding of something: the thing called contribution points is a good thing!
Then Bu Feng was led in by a young man with a childish face, who seemed to be only a few years older than him.
This young man had fine hairs on the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were bright and shiny. He took his hand with a cold touch, without sweat, but the coldness made people feel comfortable.
The young man, who looked only a few years older than him, had a relaxed smile on his face, which made Bu Feng a little bolder. He asked a question slightly, and the other party explained to him in great detail. The two of them slowly walked towards the campus.
Kayal's office, which is also the principal's office.
Kayal rubbed his sore eyes, which had been working for twelve hours, and asked the person next to him: "What is the current enrollment situation?"
"In just three hours, eight hundred people have enrolled... and the number is still growing." Wiping his cold sweat, Agons didn't expect ordinary civilians to be so enthusiastic. Kayal seemed to have expected this situation—if you give poor people a chance, they will seize it desperately. What he is giving them now is not just a chance, it is simply a avenue to stardom, no wonder the civilians are going crazy.