Chapter 1358: Chapter 84: Reforging the Nation (12)_3

As for when they can officially qualify?

That depends on when a certain anonymous captain can get promoted.

And those reserve officers and appointed officers without formal positions will become the first and second batch of students at the “Second Army Academy”.

According to the original plan, the “Second Army Academy” would select the first batch of students from reserve and appointed officers based on exam results.

Those not selected would undergo basic training. After the course ends, another exam will be held.

Those who pass the second exam will be admitted as the second batch of students.

This plan, after many twists and turns, finally gained approval from all sides. However, reality still gave the “preparatory meeting” a harsh slap.

If strictly implemented as planned, the “Second Army Academy” would inevitably face the embarrassment of having “no students to teach”.

In the end, it was Captain Richard Mason who made the decision—admit them all and teach tactics and culture simultaneously.

What about unqualified students?

Captain Mason also provided a solution—move the screening process from the initial entrance exam to the final graduation exam.

Those who are unqualified will have their graduation delayed.

Faced with this complete subversion of the Alliance Army’s teaching tradition, other officers in the preparatory meeting felt uneasy but couldn’t come up with a better solution.

So the “Mason Plan” was passed just like that.

The next problem was where to find enough “literacy teachers” to meet the basic cultural needs of illiterate students.

However, the Mason Plan stumbled right from the start.

Upon hearing that Captain Mason was looking for people to teach literacy to reserve recruits, formal officers avoided him.

Mason’s clerks, unable to evade, protested vehemently, desperately avoiding the task. Despite Mason’s best persuasion, no one wanted to teach a group of rough men to read and write.

Public recruitment attracted more onlookers than applicants.

Within just a few days, Captain Richard Mason seemed several years older.

He wandered alone around Maplestone City’s town hall, searching for any unlucky soul willing to become a literacy teacher, like a lonely wandering spirit from folklore, unresolved in life.

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“Exactly.” Winters nodded seriously: “We should indeed help relieve Senior Mason’s burdens.”

Anna asked worriedly and puzzled: “Home tutors usually teach children. Can they really help Mr. Mason in any way?”

“No worries.” Winters replied with a smile: “Although teachers for kids might not suffice for others, they’re perfect for those guys.”

Anna couldn’t help but smile.

“Then there’s only one question left.” Winters looked at little Priskin: “Does Kai Morland have enough influence to make Maplestone City’s ‘high society’ obediently offer their manpower?”

“Don’t worry!” little Priskin jumped up confidently: “Kai Morland is currently being choked by Colonel Gessa, even if you want the moon, he’d set up a ladder to get it for you!”

“I’ll be watching,” Winters paused and said meaningfully: “to see if Kai Morland is truly qualified to sit at the table.”

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No one knew what skill Kai Morland had used, but the evening little Priskin brought the “two good news” to him, Mason excitedly ran to Winters’ house.

“The issue with basic cultural instructors,” Senior Mason said with a smile mixed with tears, “is resolved!”

Winters smiled as well, speaking with double meaning: “That’s excellent news.”

The next day, Winters appointed Xial to visit Kai Morland and express gratitude.

The day after, confirming he’d received the “right signal”, Kai Morland sent a message hoping to visit Monta the Civil Guard Officer in person to express thanks regarding the printing press.

Winters readily agreed.

That evening, escorted by the Mont Blanc County military police, Kai Morland appeared at Winters’ doorstep.

After a solemn salute, the Mont Blanc County military police “handed over” Kai Morland to Winters.

But the Mont Blanc County military police did not leave; they waited outside to take Kai Morland away again.

The main door of Winters’ residence slowly closed, isolating the summer heat, noise, and Mont Blanc County’s military police outside.

As the last gap between the wooden door and frame vanished, Kai Morland, who maintained composure before the military police, didn’t bother with pleasantries, and immediately grabbed Winters’ hand.

Kai Morland was completely unaware that he had narrowly escaped death by cracked skull technique.

His eyes were red, pupils dilated, and nostrils flared fiercely as he breathed; he clutched Winters’ arm as if a prisoner holding a file or a drowning man clutching a straw.

“Your Excellency Montane,” Kai Morland stared at Winters intensely: “Please save the Kingdom of Galloping Horses.”