willing to do them.But this big deal, perhaps Frey would really be willing to do it.After all, high risk and high return are exactly what Frey desires.After making arrangements with Huberlian, Lance r...Chapter 247: Lance's Positive Work Attitude

The vessel finally docked, its massive anchor dropped with a thunderous boom against the water's surface, accompanied by plumes of white spray. Ropes were securely fastened to the large iron rings on the dock.

Before Lord Francis even disembarked, attendants from his estate had a carriage waiting for him.

Lan Qi followed Viscount Francis down the gangplank and onto the dock, where they boarded a carriage bound for Lord's Manor.

The horse's hooves lightly tapped on the stone path, producing a melodious echo that blended with the sound of waves from afar.

Lanche gazed quietly out the window. In the distance, the silhouette of the lighthouse shimmered against the fiery hues of the sunset. The buildings seemed to be constructed from emotion and history, each stone and wall bearing the mark of the craftsman's touch. It was a town utterly different from Ectera.

It is said that the capital city of Protoss is truly unique in its style, with highly developed magical engineering constructions and demonic heritage, making it a city brimming with both order and chaos, where magic and diversity coexist.

If possible, Lance still wanted to finish the assignment early and then enjoy a carefree time in Imperial City with Hubert.

After all, Dean Loren said they could delay returning for two months without being expelled, so naturally they should make the most of enjoying the academic holiday that comes with the research project.

One must also work hard to establish a foothold in the Protoss Empire.

"Sir, may I begin teaching the young lady tomorrow"

Lanxi thought for a moment, then asked the Viscount Francis sitting opposite him.

"Well, you could if you want, but wouldn't you need to rest for a while first"

Lord Francis glanced at the bandage on Lance's arm.

"It's fine, these wounds won't affect my brain."

Lanche smiled and replied.

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

Although the Resurrection Church has now obtained legal permission, the attitude of residents in Lyrom City shows that followers of the Resurrection Church are still not well-received by most citizens of the Protoss Empire.

If you want to use the [Resurrection Proof - Destruction] to obtain an imperial identity verification through the official procedures of the Resurrection Church, then your legal identity in the North Continent will be tied to the church.

...and the evidence of his resurrection itself had loopholes. At least a bishop-level cleric would have the authority to check its validity, so he couldn't use this "Resurrection Certificate - Destruction" to meet the Silent Bishop directly. Its purpose was solely to allow Lance to quickly connect with the Resurrection Church in the Northern Continent.

Given the current circumstances, he prefers to obtain the identity of an ordinary resident in a remote province, which will allow him to establish a legitimate career within the Protoss Empire. Then, he will join the Oblivion branch and acquire his own [Rebirth Certificate - Oblivion]. At that point, his resident identity and religious identity will be separate.

Lord Francis's offer at the time was actually very broad, as long as he could take on the role of governess to Lady Francis, he even let Lynch make any demands.

Viscount knew deep down what Lan Qi needed most right now, yet he still made this promise to him. Naturally, this implied his tacit approval of the feasibility of giving Lan Qi a new identity.

"Mr. Lock, you could actually take a two-day rest...and then try working again. Teaching her isn't an easy task. I'll have the people at home send you a copy of all the theoretical magic textbooks from the Protos Empire."

Lord Francis replied helplessly.

He worries that this young man is suffering from both physical pain and mental anguish.

"I can finish reading the book needed for tomorrow's class tonight. Feeling guilty about eating and drinking for free at the lord's mansion."

Lance still smiled confidently as ever.

It's okay if you don't watch it.

Professor Polao's set of books, in Lanci's view, should not be inferior to any textbook from a country or school, and Professor Polao himself had already thoroughly mastered and integrated them.

He only needs to familiarize himself with the curriculum of Protoss Royal Mage Academy, after all, the Viscount hopes that the academically rigorous Zertila will be able to pass future courses smoothly. He doesn't want her to cause trouble at the prestigious school with its strict hierarchy and frequent assessments, and adapt to this "teaching" communication mode.

"Then… please.

Lord Francis sighed, but still nodded in agreement.

From their attitude alone, you can see that they are both sincere and confident in their own abilities.

"But if it's going to start classes in the morning, then there are a few things I need to tell you now."

Lord Francis's brow quickly grew heavy with worry.

Originally, he intended to have Lance stay at the Lord's Manor for two days before gradually revealing everything to him. However, now he could only entrust him on the road first.

"My daughter, Zestella, isn't actually a bad person. She's just been treated unfairly because of her demonic features since she was young... Although people try to be kind to her considering her status, there are some things hidden in their eyes that a child can't miss..."

Lord Francis's words were filled with remorse.

I should never have taken her to the provincial capital or even the Imperial City. There, the noble families would barely consider her human. Her already sensitive heart could not possibly withstand the kind of trauma I can't even fathom.

He understood that he couldn't possibly relate to his daughter and knew what she had gone through during the preparatory exam at Protos Royal Academy of Magic.

After that, she went back to Liliom City with him and locked herself in her room, rarely going out.

Lan Chi listened intently to Viscount Francis's account, occasionally patting him on the shoulder like a psychiatrist offering advice and comfort. Unknowingly, the sky outside the car window had darkened. They passed an ancient arch bridge, with historic buildings and street lamps beside it. They would soon reach Lord Manor.

“Rest assured, I will seriously try to communicate with her on a spiritual level. The culture in my country is different from yours, and perhaps there was some prejudice against demons a few years ago. But at least in my school now, no one discriminates against demons anymore. Even pureblood demons can live comfortably in the capital, eating, sleeping, and living carefree lives without any worries.”

Ranch assured Lord Francis.

Lord Francis knew the other was a gentle young man who would paint over-idealized, unrealistic romantic imaginings to joke with him.

A century ago, the demon war reached as far as the Southern Continent. Even though the nations of the Southern Continent did not harbor the same deep hatred for demons as the Protoss Empire, nor were they capable of treating them with such kindness.

The more Francis chatted with Lance, the more he felt a sense of coming to terms with reality.

This young man still thinks things are too simple.

His daughter both hated discrimination and feared pity, and even more so, she resisted charity. Constant hurt led her to gradually form a self-enclosed state with an aggressive edge, until she completely isolated herself and denied all others.

Lord Francis could understand her long-standing illness, the way it had taken root and become who she was now.

That is why, through understanding, Lord Francis realized this was a nearly unsolvable dilemma.

Perhaps it's desperation that leads someone to consult with such a foundling.

However, Sir Francis could only hold onto a glimmer of hope and make any attempt he could.

(The End)

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