When Robert woke from unconsciousness at his desk, his head felt like it was splitting apart.
Ever since the academy had ordered both instructors and apprentices to hand over a certain amount of gold to purchase National Bonds, to be repaid three years later, every department at Yarrah Magic Academy had fallen into an uproar.
As Haluar's largest and finest magic academy, Yarrah admitted over a thousand new students every year. There was never a shortage of geniuses and outstanding graduates, and their stories inspired every newcomer to study hard, graduate early, and become true citizens of this Mage Country.
As long as they obtained a diploma, they could secure low-interest loans to buy themselves proper gear. They could also accept academy assignments to serve in the military or local offices, earn generous salaries, and sign contracts with magic shops to regularly supply magical items for extra profit.
Even if they disliked such work, becoming an adventuring mage was also popular. They did not need to stand night watch and held high status. If they spotted trouble, they could simply give a warning and run away without any issue.
As long as they returned to Yarrah every year to register, they could receive a special allowance. Though it was only a few hundred gold, it was enough to pay off their debts.
As for failing to graduate or having their studies delayed? Those were matters only poor students needed to consider. Thinking about such things meant a person had already lost confidence, and those without confidence were unfit to be mages. Even if they became one, they would not get far.
The architecture department also welcomed such apprentices. As long as they signed a ten-year contract, they could ride carriages around Faerûn repairing buildings, eating, drinking, and enjoying themselves. That