Don't confiscate my citizenship

The ship finally docked, and the huge iron anchor dropped, making a roar with the water of the sea, accompanied by white spray, and the cable was firmly tied to the large iron ring on the pier.

Before Viscount Francis got off the boat, an attendant from the Lord's Mansion had prepared a car and was waiting in advance.

Lanci followed Viscount Francis, walked along the gangway to the pier, and got on the carriage that went directly to the Lord's Mansion.

The horse's hooves tap on the stone road, making a melodious echo, intertwined with the sound of distant waves.

Lan Qi looked out the window quietly. In the distance, the silhouette of the lighthouse complemented the fiery red sunset. The building seemed to be built with emotion and history. Every stone and wall had traces of craftsmanship. It was a building with the same meaning as Iraq. A very different town in Cerita.

It is said that the style of the imperial capital of Protus is truly different. The highly developed magical engineering construction and demonic heritage make the city full of magical colors that coexist with disorder and diversity.

If possible, Lan Qi still wanted to complete the project as soon as possible, and then have fun with Hyperion in the Imperial Capital without any distractions.

After all, Dean Loren said that they could delay going back for two months without being expelled. Naturally, they would have to make the most of the vacation that comes with academic subjects.

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

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

Lan Qi thought for a while and asked Viscount Francis sitting opposite.

"Of course it's okay, but don't you need to rest for a while first?"

Viscount Francis looked at the bandages on Lan Qi's body.

"It's nothing serious, these injuries won't affect my brain."

Lan Qi replied with a smile.

Once in struggle mode, he doesn't want to waste a day.

Now that the Church of Resurrection has obtained legal permission, it can be seen from the attitude of the residents of Lilom City that the identity of the Resurrectionist is still not welcomed by most citizens in the Protos Empire.

If you want to use [Certificate of Resurrection-Destruction] to obtain the empire's identity certification through the official procedures of the Resurrection Church, then your legal identity in the Northern Continent will be tied to the church.

And his Resurrection Certificate itself has flaws. At least the bishop level has the authority to check its true information, so he cannot use this [Resurrection Certificate-Destruction] to actually meet the Bishop of Nirvana. The function itself is just to allow Lan Qi to quickly connect with the Church of Resurrection in the Northern Continent.

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

The promise given by Viscount Francis at the time was actually very broad. As long as he was qualified to serve as Miss Viscount's tutor, he even asked Lan Qi to make any conditions.

The Viscount actually knew in his heart what Lan Qi needed most right now. Despite this, he still made this promise to Lan Qi, which naturally acquiesced to the feasibility of giving Lan Qi an identity.

"Mr. Lodge, actually you can rest for two days...and then try to work again. Teaching her is not an easy task. I will first ask the people in the house to send you all the theoretical magic textbooks of the Protos Empire. Get one."

Viscount Francis replied helplessly.

He was worried that the young man would suffer both pain and mental torture.

"I'll be able to read roughly the books I'll need for class the next day tonight. Eating and drinking at the Lord's Mansion for free will make me feel very guilty."

Lan Qi still said with a confident smile.

In fact, it’s okay not to look at it.

In Lanqi's opinion, the set of books written by Professor Pollao should be as good as the textbooks in any country or school. In addition, he himself has long been familiar with them and has mastered them.

He only needs to know a little bit about the syllabus of Protus Royal Academy of Magic. After all, the Viscount hopes that Zestila, who is very partial to subjects, can successfully pass the school's future courses and not cause trouble in that strict hierarchy and frequent assessment school. , and adapt to the communication mode of "teaching".

"Then...please leave it to you."

Viscount Francis sighed and nodded in approval.

At least from the other party's attitude, we can see their sincerity and confidence in their own abilities.

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

Viscount Francis' brow soon became particularly sad.

Originally, he had planned to let Lan Qi stay at the Lord's Mansion for two days before talking to him slowly, but now he could only give him instructions on the way.

"My daughter Zestila actually has a good heart. She just suffered a lot of prejudice because of her demonic characteristics since she was a child... Although people will take her identity into consideration when treating her, there is something hidden in their eyes. You can’t deceive children…”

Viscount Francis’ words were full of guilt,

"I shouldn't have taken her to the main city of the province or the imperial capital. The nobles there wouldn't treat her as a human being at all. Her already sensitive heart may have endured trauma that I can't even imagine."

He knew he couldn't relate to his daughter and what she went through during her preparatory exams for the Royal Academy of Magic in Protos.

After returning to Lilom City with her, she locked herself in her room and rarely went out again.

Lan Qi listened carefully to Viscount Francis's story, and from time to time he would pat Viscount Francis's shoulder, giving advice and comforting words like a psychiatrist. Unknowingly, the sky outside the car window had darkened, and they passed an ancient arch bridge, next to which there were The historic buildings and street lamps are coming to the Lord's Mansion soon.

"Don't worry, I will seriously try to communicate spiritually with her. The culture of my country is different from yours. Maybe there was some prejudice against demons a few years ago, but now at least the school I am in Here, no one will discriminate against demons anymore. Even pure-blood demons can live their whole life in the royal capital, eat and sleep every day, and live happily without any worries."

Lanci assured Viscount Francis.

Viscount Francis knew that the other party was a gentle young man and would joke with him by depicting romantic imaginations that were too idealistic and unrealistic.

The war between the demons a hundred years ago had reached all the way to the Southern Continent. Even if the countries in the southern continent did not hate the demons as deeply as the Protos Empire, they would not be able to treat the demons as kindly.

The more he chatted with Lan Qi, the more Viscount Francis felt like he recognized the reality.

This young man still thinks of things too simply.

His daughter hated discrimination, was afraid of mercy, and resisted charity. She was constantly hurt, which gradually led her to develop an aggressive self-isolation, until she completely isolated herself and denied all others.

Viscount Francis could understand her long-term and stubborn mental illness and the process that eventually led to her current state.

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

Maybe he was a little sick and rushed to seek medical treatment, so he found such a picked-up young man.

But no matter what, Viscount Francis could only hold on to slim hope and try his best.