The Scholars' Tower, which Magnus had ambitiously established, swiftly fell into an awkward silence after its initial bustle and anticipation.
The scene he had imagined—learned scholars from all across Colchis and eager young talents gathering together to discuss the mysteries of the universe and delve into profound knowledge with him—never materialized. Most of the mountain-like piles of books and data-slates transported by the Thousand Sons remained lonely on their shelves, untouched and ignored.
Even though Magnus offered highly enticing terms—free tuition and even a lunch substantial enough to save an ordinary family quite a few work points—very few people came to enroll in "advanced studies." Those who did were mostly elderly scholars left over from the Covenant Church era who simply loved knowledge itself, along with a handful of young technicians who had begun to stand out under the work-point system and realized that knowledge might bring greater returns. Compared to the vastness of Colchis and its population of hundreds of thousands, their numbers were practically negligible.
Magnus felt more frustrated than ever before. His wisdom-filled mind could not understand why people would refuse to attend a free feast of knowledge. For a time, he even suspected that Zhou Beichen was meddling behind the scenes, deliberately preventing people from coming to study in order to limit his influence.
He found Zhou Beichen, his voice carrying restrained dissatisfaction and accusation. "Mr. Zhou, do you have some objection to my work? Why is the Scholars' Tower so deserted? If you believe there is something wrong with my teaching, you can say so directly."
Looking at the gloomy red-skinned primarch, Zhou Beichen surprisingly did not mock him. He merely sighed.
"Magnus, this is perfectly normal. It has nothing to do with whether you teach well, and nothing to do with whether I have