Practice was the best teacher.
Especially for these Desolate North youths who had seen little of the world.
Before being selected as the first batch of students, most of them had been apprentices in various Workshops throughout the Outer City District.
Many had even worked as ditch cleaners, night-soil collectors, and other occupations at the very bottom of the social hierarchy.
These so-called jobs could not offer them any growth in knowledge or experience.
They merely traded away their lifespans for enough pay to keep themselves fed.
Although most human commoners across the Endless Continent lived much the same way.
Compared to the commoners of Great Cities in other regions, those of the Desolate North Imperial City had even fewer opportunities and avenues for advancement.
This place was too isolated.
And isolation not only reduced all kinds of variables, but also cut off avenues for upward mobility.
Further entrenching the existing classes with vested interests.
Yet the eyes of everyone in the temporary classroom were now filled with hope.
New knowledge and a new life lay right before them.
Not everyone possessed mana.
But they could use tools to learn how to draw runes.
For example, magic crystal pens and mana engraving knives could infuse a certain amount of mana while engraving and drawing.
Of course, such tools would not be issued to rune apprentices who had yet to even begin.
Master Muller, standing beside the door, continued his explanation.
This method of teaching according to local conditions earned Zong Shen's silent approval.
Who would have thought that even a heavily worn Warehouse door could serve as teaching material for a lesson?
"The rune reinforcement on the axle can only fix part of its problems!"
"In truth, its aging and damage go far beyond that."
Master Muller waved a hand.