Walking out the door, in the dark sky, Harry and Cathy saw exactly what Richard said - someone was waiting.
It was a tall, thin old man wearing a black robe, with a wrinkled face and a stern smile. He glanced at Harry and Cathy, without saying anything, and just waved for them to come closer.
Then the tall and thin old man turned around, led the two of them out of the lord's mansion, and walked outside.
It was already evening at this time, and a prepared carriage was parked outside the lord's mansion.
The tall and thin old man led Harry and Cathy into the carriage, and under the control of the carriage driver, they walked along the streets of Atlanta, twisting and turning, and kept walking into the distance.
Cathy was full of curiosity and wondered where to go. However, after looking at the old man in black robe, he knew that it would be difficult to get an answer from him, so he looked at his brother, Harry, with probing eyes.
Harry was equally puzzled, but in comparison, he was a bit calmer. Sitting in the compartment of the carriage, he shook his head first, and then pressed his hand down slightly, making a movement to reassure Cathy. After finishing, Harry lowered his eyebrows and looked at his nose and heart, like an ascetic monk, blending into the silence of the carriage, patiently waiting for his destination to arrive.
Cathy had no choice but to wait together.
In this way, the carriage traveled for a long time in the increasingly dark night, and then stopped.
get off.
Her feet left the swaying carriage and touched the solid stone floor again. Cathy looked around curiously, while Harry's eyes fell on the door of a mansion directly in front.
Based on the walls of the mansion, Harry could tell that the mansion was very large and could be considered a complex of buildings. Except for them, there were no other people around, indicating that this place was not very important, or it had just been used.
"Let's go."
The tall and thin old man said, leading Harry and Cathy towards the wooden door.
Halfway there, Harry tilted his head and asked the tall and thin old man: "Old sir, may I ask... what is this place?"
"Here?" the tall and thin old man said, as if he was a little surprised that Harry would ask a question. He glanced at Harry, pondered for a few seconds, then looked at the imposing porch of the mansion and said, "This is a place without a name. If it goes well, maybe it will be 'Atlantaology.'"
"'Atlanta school'? Maybe?" Harry caught the details in the tall and thin old man's words and asked, "Why maybe?"
"Because this is an experiment." The tall and lanky old man explained in a hoarse voice. "An experiment carried out by a person above, that is, your teacher, Lord Richard, combines education and research, and tests the effects through actual operations. . If the experiment ends and the results are as expected, then this place will be recognized and become 'Atlantaology.' Otherwise, it will 'never exist.'"
"Then how long will it take from now to the end of the experiment?" Cathy asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Six months." The tall and thin old man replied, and then waved his hand, "Okay, time is limited, let's go in. I want to welcome you two to become a member of this experiment. This is an honor and a responsibility. It all depends on what you think. Now, let’s start this six-month trial run of ‘Atlantaschool’!”
After saying that, the tall and thin old man pushed open the door, took Harry and Cathy in, and disappeared inside the door.
"Squeak... bang!"
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"Squeak... bang!"
Amidst the sound, Machu Philip pushed open the same door and entered the Atlanta School. The time... was already six months later.
Six months later.
January 15th of the new year.
The New Year celebrations had just passed, and the weather was still very cold, but it couldn't hide the fiery atmosphere in Atlanta.
In the past six months, the city of Atlanta has developed far faster than almost everyone expected, changing at a rate of one month. The city area has expanded by more than two-thirds on the original basis, and the population has increased fourfold, and the number continues to increase at a rate of 15% per month.
Here, you are never afraid of not being able to find a job. As long as you are healthy, you will not starve to death, and the salary is much higher than in other places on the mainland.
Of course, wanting to live comfortably here is another matter. Because the prices here are far higher than those in other places on the mainland, especially the prices of officially certified houses in the city, they are so high that it is shocking.
Therefore, only capable and ambitious people will be attracted and become part of the city's development force.
Machu Philip, an eighteen-year-old young man, comes from the remote and poor Norse town in the Soma Union. He has brown hair and amber eyes. He is one of the people attracted to the city of Atlanta.
However, in comparison, he has an advantage over the others because he recently passed the Atlanta School's qualification exam and can enter the Atlanta School and stay on a work-study basis.
The so-called work-study means that he will spend half of his time studying and the other half of his time serving various research projects established by the university to earn a certain salary and pay for tuition and living expenses.
In the process, he can live in a low-cost student apartment provided by the school, and can solve his dietary problems in a low-cost student canteen, which greatly reduces his living expenses. More importantly, if he is willing to work hard and perform well in work and study, he will be allowed to stay in the school and continue to serve the school after finishing three years of college life. At that time, he will have freer study options and higher-paying job opportunities.
After staying in school, if he still performs well, he will also have the opportunity to get an independent apartment distributed by the school with a 100-year right of residence, which can be regarded as truly taking root in Atlanta.
This was all announced before the Atlanta Qualification Examination.
To be honest, Ma Qiu was actually half-convinced about these things. However, due to some things, he couldn't stay in the small town of Knowles where he was born, so he was forced to come to Atlanta. He was also lucky enough to get the minimum score for admission to the Atlanta School in the exam, so he might as well give it a try Say it again.
After all, you have nothing to lose by trying.
With this thought in mind, Ma Qiu pushed open the door in front of him and walked inside.
After walking inside the door, the first thing you see is a small square covering an area of several thousand square meters. In the small square, there are dozens of tables arranged in a semi-circle. People are sitting behind the tables. Next to the tables are wooden signs with writing on them.
Ma Qiu is literate, otherwise he would not be able to pass the qualification examination. In fact, he is not only literate, but also knows three different characters, two of which can be used extremely skillfully.
The words written on the wooden sign were in mainland China's common language and were easy to read. But for some reason, Ma Qiu read it again and felt unfamiliar with the words on it.
Spell mechanics? Spellthermology? Spell cultivation? Spell mechanics? Spells…