When the ship finally came to shore, the huge iron anchor fell, and there was a roar with the surface of the sea, accompanied by a white splash, and the cable was firmly tied to the large iron ring of the pier.

Before Viscount Francis disembarked, the attendants of the Lord's Mansion prepared a car and waited in advance.

Ranch followed Viscount Francis down the gangway to the docks and boarded the carriage that went straight to the Lord's Palace.

The horse's hooves tapped on the stone pavement, making melodious echoes that mingled with the sound of the waves in the distance.

Ranch quietly looked out the window, in the distance, the silhouette of the lighthouse and the fiery red sunset, the building seemed to be made of emotion and history, every stone and every wall had traces of craftsmanship, it was a town very different from Ichrita.

It is said that the style of Protos's imperial capital is truly different, and the highly developed construction of magic engineering and the heritage of the demons make the city full of chaos and diversity.

If he could, Ranch would still like to finish the project early, and then have a good time in the imperial capital with Huberian.

After all, Dean Loren said that they could delay for two months and not go back without being withdrawn, so naturally they would have to enjoy the vacation attached to the academic project.

I have to work hard to establish a foothold in the Protos Empire.

"Lord Viscount, can I start teaching Miss tomorrow?"

Ranch thought for a moment and asked Viscount Francis, who was sitting opposite.

"Yes, of course, but don't you need to rest for a while?"

Viscount Francis looked at the bandages on Rankie's body.

"It's okay, the injuries don't affect my brain."

Ranch replied with a smile.

Once he started struggle mode, he didn't want to waste a day.

The Church of the Resurrection is now legally licensed, but it is clear from the attitude of the inhabitants of the city of Lilom that the status of the Resurrection Cult is still not well received by the majority of the people in the Protos Empire.

If you want to use the [Certificate of Resurrection - Destruction] to go through the official procedures of the Resurrection Church to obtain the identity authentication of the Empire, then your legal identity in the Northern Continent will be tied to the Church.

And his proof of resurrection itself has flaws, at least the bishopric level has the right to check his true information, so he can't take this piece of [Evidence of Resurrection - Destruction] to the point where he really goes to meet the Bishop of Silence, and its role itself is only to give Lan Qi a quick connection with the Resurrection Church in the Northern Continent.

Judging from the current situation, he hopes to get the status of an ordinary resident of a remote province, so that he can open up a regular business in the Protos Empire, and then switch to the Silence branch and get his own [Certificate of Resurrection - Silence], and then his identity as a resident and a disciple will be separated.

The promise given by Viscount Francis at that time was actually very broad, as long as he could be qualified for the position of tutor of Miss Viscount, he even asked Ranch to make any conditions.

The viscount actually knew in his heart what Lan Qi needed most now, but despite this, he still made this promise to Lan Qi, naturally acquiescing to the feasibility of giving Lan Qi an identity.

"Mr. Rocky, you can actually rest for two days...... Then try to work, and it is not easy to teach her. I'll ask the people in the house to send you a copy of the theoretical and magical textbooks of the Protos Empire. ”

Viscount Francis replied helplessly.

He feared that the young man would suffer both pain and mental suffering.

"I'll be able to roughly read the books I need for the next day's class tonight, and eating and drinking in the lord's mansion will make me feel very guilty."

Lan Qi said with a confident smile.

Actually, it's okay not to look at it.

In Ranch's opinion, the set of books written by Professor Borao, which should be inferior to the textbooks of any country or school, and he himself has long been familiar with it and has integrated it.

He only needed to know a little about the syllabus of the Royal Academy of Magic of Protos, after all, what the viscount hoped was that Zestyla, who was still a serious subject, would be able to pass the school's future curriculum smoothly, not cause trouble in that school with strict hierarchy and frequent assessments, and adapt to the communication mode of "teaching".

"Then ...... Please. ”

Viscount Francis sighed, but nodded in approval.

At least from the attitude of the other party, you can see the sincerity and confidence in your own level.

"But if the class starts tomorrow morning, then I have to explain something to you now."

Viscount Francis's brow quickly became particularly sorrowful.

Originally, he had planned to let Lan Qi stay in the Lord's Mansion for two days before talking to him slowly, but now he could only ask him on the road first.

"My daughter Zestila is actually not bad-hearted, she has only been prejudiced a lot since she was a child because of the characteristics of the demons...... Although people will take her identity into account when treating her, there are some things hidden in the eyes that cannot fool the child......"

Viscount Francis's words were full of guilt,

"I shouldn't have taken her to the main city of the province and the imperial capital, where the great nobles would not treat her as a human being at all, and her already sensitive heart may have suffered unimaginable trauma."

He knew he couldn't empathize with his daughter, and he knew what she had been through in her pre-university exams at the Royal Academy of Magic in Protos.

Since then, when she returned to Lilêm with her, she locked herself in her room and rarely went out again.

Ranch listened carefully to Viscount Francis's story, and from time to time patted Viscount Francis's shoulder, giving advice and words of comfort like a psychiatrist, and before they knew it, the sky outside the car window was already dark, and they passed an old arched bridge, next to historic buildings and street lamps, and soon arrived at the Lord's Palace.

"Don't worry, I will seriously try to communicate with her spiritually, the culture of my country is not the same as your side, maybe a few years ago there was indeed some prejudice against the demons, but now at least in my school, no one will discriminate against the demons, even if it is a pure-blooded demon, they can live in the royal capital for a long time, eat, sleep and eat every day, and live happily without the slightest worry."

Ranch assured Viscount Francis.

Viscount Francis knew that he was a gentle young man, and would joke with him by portraying romantic imaginations that were too idealistic to be realistic.

A hundred years ago, the Demon War was fought all the way to the Southern Continent, even if the countries of the Southern Continent did not hate the Demon Race as deeply as the Protos Empire, they would not be able to treat the Demon Race so well.

The more he chatted with Lanch, the more Viscount Francis had a sense of reality.

The young man still thought things too simply.

His daughter, who hated discrimination and feared pity, resisted handouts and was constantly hurt, causing her to develop an aggressive self-isolation until she completely cut herself off and denied all others.

Viscount Francis understands her long-standing heart disease and how it eventually evolved into her present state.

It was because of understanding that Viscount Francis deeply understood that this was an almost unsolvable knot.

It may be that he is a little sick and rushes to the doctor to find such a young man who picked it up.

But in any case, Viscount Francis could only hold on to the slim hope and try as little as he could.

(End of chapter)