On a Saturday morning at the end of February, the imperial capital of Herrom is awakened by the cold wind and the first morning light, and every corner of the street glows with a faint white glow, and although the air is bitterly cold, the pulse of the city has begun to beat.

In the middle of the downtown crossroads, magic vehicles begin to operate in full force on the streets, indicator lights jump at intersections, guiding vehicles and pedestrians to move forward in an orderly manner, crowds weave into the texture of the city like tiny lines, street performers stand on the pedestrian streets to show their talents, attract the attention of citizens and tourists, and roadside shopping malls and high-rise buildings reflect the daylight.

At intervals, there is an entrance to the underground Magic Rail Station, which hums along with the chatting of incoming passengers.

In the southern district of the imperial capital, which is close to the Royal Academy of Magic of Protos, there are more young figures in the bustling business district every weekend.

In the high-rise coffee shop of the mall building, the sound of grinding coffee beans accompanied by the sweet smell of caramel can be heard, and inside, the window glass is frosted, and the clerk in the black apron carefully wipes it off with a towel, and many customers are already sitting on dark brown high chairs, holding freshly brewed hot coffee in their hands, and bursts of white mist are rising.

On one side of the store, a low-legged wooden round table rests quietly with two hot drinks and stacked books.

On the single sofa on either side sit two people talking, and they seem to be alone in this hustle and bustle environment.

The young man's green eyes focused, and from time to time he pointed to the book on the table, briefly explaining to the girl, and every time he said an important point or answered a question, he would ask the girl for feedback to make sure she understood enough.

The girl had long dark hair, especially her metallic blade-like dragon horns and vertical pupils in her eyes, and she was still wearing the uniform of the Royal Academy of Magic of Protos, listening attentively, sometimes nodding, sometimes frowning and thinking, and sometimes marking a few strokes in her book.

Although she didn't like the knowledge that much, she always stayed focused, which was also a sign of respect for the teacher she recognized in front of her.

The communication between them is not always serious, and sometimes they will put down their books and talk about light-hearted things, Zestyla will sometimes mention things at school or her own confusion, and Ranch will share her own experiences and give her some advice, both knowledge and life, this way of communicating makes them seem more like friends.

Originally, they had agreed that Ranch would come to the Royal Academy of Magic of Protos on Saturday to find Zestyla.

But Ranch told her that if he stayed at home all day long, or only moved around his home, he would become a moldy old woman over time, and he had a woman he knew who was too old to get married.

Although Zestyra doesn't have much to think about life, she doesn't want to be a moldy old woman.

In the end, she decided to go out and have a look.

Anyway, there are far more half-demons in the imperial capital than in a small place like Lilom City, and walking on the streets is not a big deal.

The point is that Lan Qi doesn't mind being with a demon, so she doesn't have any opinion.

"How is life in the imperial capital?"

Zestira pressed her eyebrows a little tiredly, and changed the subject as Ranch put down the book, and that was the end of her studies for the day.

In school, she couldn't listen to these magical engineering and magic genealogy classes at all, and she was reading her own books in class, focusing on a companionship.

She can only understand a lot of the demonic magic text that Lan Qi speaks.

In the upcoming monthly assessment day, although she can copy a lot of Lanqi's answers, if she can't understand some basic knowledge at all, she may copy it wrongly.

"It's pretty good, most of the time it doesn't feel like a foreign country at all."

Ranch closed the book as well, and he felt that Zestyra had probably reached her limit today.

He understood that Zestila's questioning tone was similar to Talia's, and that she would turn the question into a declarative sentence, so he could understand that she was asking a question.

For the human classmates in the Ikeryta Academy who seek him for extreme breakthroughs and strength, most of them will use his original demon teaching method to help them achieve speed, but for demon students like Zestila, who are already very strict with themselves, he can only use Dean Loren's style of edutainment, hoping that she can combine work and rest to grow up healthily.

"You should be preparing for something other than being my tutor."

Zestyra asked as she saw that Ranch was starting to put away her books, and finally relaxed a little.

She knew that her father had generously paid Lanqi a salary that allowed her to live comfortably even in the imperial capital, and that this young man had a strangely strong adaptability that seemed to fit in perfectly in half a day wherever he went.

But his talent is far more than that, and he will definitely not settle for a mediocre life.

"Yes, I'm studying the bar exam, and I can try it next month."

Lanch replied, sorting through the books on the table.

“……”

Zestyra was silent for a moment.

I heard from my father that the young man had not yet reached the shores of the North Continent when he was studying the latest revised version of the Act on the ship of Viscount Francis.

At first, she thought that he was only learning a little about the Empire's slightly ridiculous new amendments, but she didn't expect that he had really studied them all.

Although the vast majority of people who want to pass the bar exam so quickly can only pass by cheating.

But the young man might just tell her, does such a simple thing still need to cheat?

"It is said that you reported the high priest of the Resurrection Church the night before yesterday with your real name."

Zestila picked up her coffee, took a sip from her lips, and said slowly.

She only found out about it yesterday when she heard her classmates at the Royal Academy of Magic of Protos talk about it.

Since yesterday, some people have been talking about her, saying that her family's entourage has done something, and she is also confused.

If he becomes a lawyer, there will be more real-name reports in the future, and I am afraid that his reputation in the industry will not be small.

"Zestila, it is our right to protect our rights and interests by legal means, and we can also take the initiative to declare justice if we can, Zestila, if you are bullied and threatened in school, don't be afraid, if you encounter problems, you should report it, the empire that has just transformed is actually on the cusp now, whoever dares to cause trouble will give her a hat, as long as you seize the opportunity to report a quasi."

Ranch leaned back on the couch and talked eloquently, teaching Zestyra,

"The greater the power of whom, the more enemies there are, you just need to open a gap, even if you don't do anything, someone will help you deal with the enemy, this is called the righteous and the unrighteous and the unjust."

“……”

Zestyla didn't dare to answer him for a while, she felt that "the righteous have more help and the unjust have less help" didn't seem to mean that.

And she doesn't seem to be able to learn this skill, people can't learn it, demons can't learn it, only dogs can learn it.

(End of chapter)