Don't confiscate my citizenship

The winter sun is gradually rising, and the light in the courtyard of the Lord's Mansion has changed from oblique to more vertical, bathing the entire room in warmth and warmth.

Zestila and Lanqi's slow conversation and the sound of the pages turning were combined with the melodious sound of leaves outside the window.

Whenever Lanci mentioned a problem, Zestila would listen attentively and then share her insights with him.

Although it is very difficult for Lan Qi to learn practical magic skills.

But Zestila taught her very patiently and would not make Lanci feel clumsy.

However, she didn't think much about the nature of magic.

She was best at fire magic, so she told Lan Qi how to cast fire magic.

For Lan Qi, the compatibility of elemental magic is that light is greater than fire and is greater than other elements. In fact, the compatibility of fire magic is not very good.

The final result is that more than two hours have passed, and Lanqi's first-level fireball learning progress has been successfully advanced by about one-tenth with Zestila's efforts.

This kind of progress is quite good for ordinary first-level magic beginners.

But Zestila didn’t know that Lan Qi was at the fourth level.

As the melodious ringing of the clocks in the town reached their ears, Zestila noticed that the clock in the room also pointed to twelve o'clock.

Unknowingly, nearly three hours of this class have passed.

"you can go now."

Zestila said.

She felt that the time was almost up, and the teacher should be able to go to her father for work.

"Thank you, but with my level of magic power, learning the most basic first-level fireball technique can probably only help people light cigarettes, which is a waste of your precious time."

Lan Qi sighed and said with a smile.

This was the ruthless truth that his maid told him at the beginning, and now he himself is convinced of it.

"Isn't the magic of using your fingers to help people light cigarettes very useful?"

Zestila glanced at him.

The wind and waves on the sea are so strong, and Viscount Francis is used to smoking. It might be very convenient if he has this magic to light his cigarettes.

People like her who have difficulty controlling their magic power cannot use micro-magic so delicately.

When she was a child, she burned the servants at home because she couldn't control her magic.

From then on, many servants in the family would look at her with fear.

"Is this so?"

Lan Qi nodded thoughtfully,

"Miss Zestila, see you tomorrow."

Lan Qi moved the chair back to its original position, and when he walked to the door of Zestila's room, he turned back with a smile and said.

Beside the desk, Zestila was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

She didn't know the point of wasting her morning time on this "tutor".

But before I knew it, I had already talked to him a lot.

…

On the corridor on the second floor of the Lord's Mansion, Lan Qi had just walked out of Zestila's room, and within a few steps he unexpectedly found himself in the sight of Viscount Francis.

Viscount Francis was standing in the hall on the second floor, looking at himself with a complicated expression.

"Viscount Francis, not only did I fail to teach the lady any knowledge today, I actually delayed her for more than an hour in teaching me magic."

Lanci bowed to Viscount Francis.

"No, no, it doesn't matter."

Viscount Francis waved his hands in relief and then walked quickly to Lan Qi's side.

"As long as you can keep communicating with her, I'm very happy to see that she is willing to get along with others. It doesn't matter whether she goes to class or not, just treat her as her friend and chat with her."

Francis's vicissitudes of life could not hide the relief in his heart.

He originally thought that Zestila would continue to seal herself even more resolutely throughout her life, but he didn't expect that someone would finally open her heart, even just a little bit.

This young man who came across the sea from the Southern Continent is indeed a pure, true and good man.

If you are not sincere, you will never be able to gain Zestila's approval.

"Okay, I will try my best to help her so that she can complete the preparatory exam for Protus Royal Academy of Magic and then successfully advance to the first grade."

Lan Qi assured the Viscount.

"Then it's up to you, Mr. Lodge."

Viscount Francis was sincerely grateful.

He actually asked for nothing else.

It was still too difficult to expect Zestila to accept teaching, so he was extremely satisfied with maintaining the status quo.

…

In Zestila's room, after Lan Qi left, she still sat at the table and read her book silently.

Just like in the morning, she was alone again.

Just because at noon, the furniture begins to look brighter under the light, but it is not obtrusive, but adds a soft layering to the whole.

After the maid at home brought the lunch to the door and put it away, she stood up and prepared to take it in.

Until I walked through my room.

Only then did she notice that next to the chair where Lan Qi was sitting, there was a magic genealogy textbook from the Royal Academy of Magic in Protos on the short cabinet.

"..."

She silently shifted her walking direction a little.

The guy forgot to take the book away.

Zestila remembered that he seemed to be writing something in this book from the beginning.

It must be just boring knowledge.

She thought about it while flipping through it casually.

It's unremarkable, it's just an annotation.

But what surprised her a little was that this teacher from the Southern Continent, even with translation magic, rarely used the Protos Empire's words.

He wrote clear and beautiful demonic magic texts in more places.

The Protos Empire does not prohibit the use of demonic magic script, because the imperial capital already uses a large number of demon heritage.

Zestila's bookshelf is filled with books about demonic magic.

"I didn't expect that someone in the Southern Continent would do this... Are there demons there too?"

she murmured.

As far as she knew, there should be very few demons living in the southern continent, and humans who were good at demonic magic writing were even rarer.

Different from the demonic magic writing popularly used in Protos, compared to the extreme transformation of human convenience, his writing seems to be more respectful of the achievements of the demon sages and integrates human wisdom, which is very ancient-era style.

The wind outside the window blew gently, bringing with it a trace of natural sounds - the chirping of birds in the distance and the sound of leaves being gently caressed.

Unknowingly, Zestila had followed the handwriting left by Lan Qi and finished flipping through the first few pages.

When I turned it over again, his handwriting was gone.

"..."

Zestila closed the book and looked out the door.

I almost wanted to walk out with the book and return it to Lan Qi.

But think about it.

That guy should come again tomorrow.

In this brighter room, Zestila finally put down her book and opened the heavy door.