After a brief moment of awkwardness.
Shafika continued reading the note.
It turned out that the small pack on the Thestral's back contained
the latest communications device from Stark Industries, gifted by the academy—a thumb-sized square crystal.
There was also a set of Mage Academy robes prepared in advance.
The note also mentioned the tuition fee, which was as high as tens of thousands of dollars a year.
But it also stressed that there was no need to worry about tuition.
The fee could be settled after the school year ended.
And as long as students worked diligently at the academy—such as helping Jennifer brew potions—
they could save at least twenty thousand dollars a year after paying tuition.
If they received the academy's excellence scholarship, they could receive a one-time payment of one hundred thousand dollars.
The principal's scholarship started at one million dollars.
This so-called tuition was actually a disguised punishment mechanism—
if students did not study hard or take part in practical work, they would have to pay a fine of tens of thousands of dollars.
That little note sent the family's emotions soaring and plunging.
The tuition of tens of thousands of dollars had nearly knocked them senseless.
But the generous student benefits that followed shattered their psychological defenses from the opposite direction.
By the time Mr. Mazzari lifted Shafika, already changed into her Mage Academy robes, onto the Thestral's back, he was still dazed.
They had no doubt about what the note said.
The transparent crystal communication device in the small pack alone sold for tens of thousands of dollars on the market.
Shafika comforted her father. "Dad, I'll study hard! When I come back for vacation, I'll definitely get our family a big new house!"
Mr. Mazzari looked at his daughter, his heart full