Don't confiscate my citizenship

The rising sun dyes the stone-brick houses lining the streets a soft amber color.

The aroma of food came from the mansion on one side of the street, intertwined with the chill in the air.

This is Protos Royal Academy of Magic.

Lan Qi was sitting on the swing in the garden, with his lowered eyes still showing a hint of sleepiness as he was half asleep. He was holding some unprocessed millet in his hand and feeding the birds that gathered around him.

After arriving here, many small animals on campus began to find him.

In the distant mansion, Zestila stood quietly in front of the window sill, looking at the scene of the little animals gathering in the courtyard. They seemed to have been looking forward to being close to him.

"Is the teacher really human?"

Zestila muttered to herself in confusion.

Not only her, but even the animals could feel his pure kindness.

Since last Sunday night, her teacher Rocky McCarthy has temporarily moved from the hotel to the inside of the college.

The accommodation area is divided into collective dormitories and private dormitories, that is, the difference between apartments and small villas.

Ordinary students live in apartments and dormitories.

The aristocratic students almost all have small houses with single-family houses, and their identity can basically be determined by the dormitory they live in.

In addition, the small residences of noble students have their own courtyards, and there will also be supporting units in the courtyards, that is, additional, fully functional flat-floor apartments for the servants to live in.

Viscount Francis registered Zestila in advance for a private dormitory, and the fees had already been paid in advance along with the tuition fees.

that's all.

It wasn't until Zestila saw that Lan Qi had almost finished feeding all the grains in her hands that she finally opened the door and walked to him in the garden.

As she approached, the birds suddenly panicked and flew away.

It seems that he is afraid of her as a deterrent to the dragon.

"Sorry, I'll scare them away."

Zestila's voice remained emotionless as usual.

"But you have no ill intentions towards them, it's just that they don't know you yet, right?"

Lan Qi raised his head with a smile and said.

"..."

Zestila hesitated for a while,

"Maybe."

Teachers always look at problems from a different perspective.

Although everything will not change and everything will remain as usual, she will still be surrounded by clear malice every day, but after communicating with the teacher, she always feels that the burden on her body will become much lighter.

Zestila originally wanted to remind Lan Qi that he should be careful with some senior noble students when they were in the safe area of ​​the school.

After thinking about it, I decided to forget it. Lan Qi had always been steady and didn't need to be reminded.

Preparatory students and first-year students must attend monthly assessment days.

Sophomores and juniors are opt-in and are restricted to classrooms with difficulty level two or above.

But on every monthly assessment day, there will be top students from the second and third years who occupy the highest positions. Like the professors, they can watch the competition in the background.

They have a lot of authority to influence and interfere with ongoing assessments from off the court, or spend their own points to sponsor promising underclassmen.

These authorized persons are equivalent to judges. Correspondingly, if they bet on the leader, they will also receive high dividend returns.

So it is also a game behind the scenes.

In other words, that game and manipulation is the high-end game itself on the monthly assessment day.

The monthly assessment day is on Wednesday.

Today is Monday, so I have some free time.

"Then teacher, let's meet in the afternoon."

Zestila looked at Lanqi and said.

She saw that Lan Qi had stood up in the garden, clapped his hands, and seemed to be preparing to go to the school building area.

If Lan Qi wanted to kill time, he would also sit in on senior classes that interested him.

"Okay, there is a history class given by Associate Professor Xi Duo this morning, and I just happened to go and listen to it."

Lan Qi looked sideways and smiled, dispelling the early morning tiredness.

…

Half an hour later.

The history and science teaching building of Protos Royal Academy of Magic is located in a wide green space, like an ancient castle in the forest. It is surrounded by layers of stone walls, entangled with vines and flowers, and the spire on the top of the building towers into the clouds. Engraved with the imperial emblem.

A young man with brown hair that was slightly dancing in the breeze, wearing a white shirt, dark brown vest and black suit trousers, walked into the teaching building.

Passing through the huge door, the interior of the teaching building exudes a solemn and ancient charm. The marble floor reflects the light from the several-meter-high glass windows. The corridor walls on both sides are covered with ancient portraits and history books.

Lan Qi walked along the corridor and after passing several closed classroom doors, he found the classroom where he was going to take the history class.

His eyes scanned around the space and found a back seat with good lighting. Lan Qi walked over, put down the ancient books he borrowed from the library, and sat at the table.

The history class that Zestila took was a water class in the preparatory course, which was a mixed-credit class.

Lan Qi came to observe the history class chosen by the second and third grade students.

However, he hasn't seen Syd since coming to school, and he doesn't know what grade she is in or where she will be.

While he was thinking, the Empire students in the classroom came in one after another, all of them unfamiliar faces to Lan Qi. He just quietly leaned on the back of his chair and read, waiting for the class to start.

As someone sat down on the seat not far away, Lan Qi still didn't move.

He knew it wasn't West Germany even without looking.

Because there will be a faint scent of rum on Sid's body, and you can feel it as long as you are protected by her breath.

However.

The figure sitting not far from Lan Qi seemed to be observing Lan Qi intentionally or unintentionally.

Lan Qi finally felt a little uncomfortable and put down the book.

The color of the opponent's clothes seems to be that of a third-year student, and he has a powerful physical combat professional pressure no less than Frey.

He should be a top-ranked student in this school.

After all, among students, level six is ​​the top.

"do we know each other?"

Lan Qi asked confused.

He was very sure that he had never seen such a strong, dignified and proud senior student, and he had never heard of the name "Gloria" written on the nameplate on her chest.

"Why did Mr. West Germany choose you..."

Gloria frowned and observed Lan Qi, whispering to herself.

Full of resentment and confusion.

She admitted that she was not as good as the original Tyrant Saint, and she did not expect that Lord Sigrid would one day choose her as the new Tyrant Saint.

But she never thought that one day, when the Overlord Catholic Master selected his disciple again, it would be the Holy Son whom he had clearly said he would not consider!

I originally thought that the Holy Son of Tyrant who was selected as an exception would be a man who was extremely powerful, had a cold and deep aggressive look, and exuded an arrogant and arrogant man. Only then could he be qualified to be the Tyrant. The successor of Catholicism.

did not expect--

How on earth did Lady Sigrid make a mistake and fall in love with such a weak Holy Son, who is not compatible with their Tyrant branch at all!