e bells tolled twelve resounding chimes, Count Palocas felt his brain being rattled to pieces like a clockwork mechanism malfunctioning at high noon!Count Palocas, still plummeting, clutched his eyes...Chapter 249: Ranch Work Went Exceptionally Smoothly

The winter sun rose higher and higher, and the light in the courtyard of the lord's mansion shifted from a slant to a more vertical one. This bathed the entire room in a warm and gentle glow.

The slow conversation between Zestilla and Ranch, accompanied by the rustling of pages turning and the gentle swaying of leaves outside the window.

Whenever Lanci raised a question, Zestilla would listen attentively and then share her insights with him.

Although learning magical practical skills is quite difficult for Lance.

But Zestilla taught with great patience, never finding Lanci clumsy.

However, she didn't give much thought to the compatibility of their magic.

She was best at fire magic, so she began to tell Lance about how to cast fire magic.

For Lance, the elemental magic affinity is light greater than fire greater than other elements. In fact, the affinity of fire magic is not very good.

In the end, after more than two hours had passed, Lanche's progress in learning the first-level Fireball spell had advanced by about one tenth thanks to Zestilla's efforts.

This progress is already quite good for an average first-order magic novice.

But Zest didn't know that Lance was a Rank 4.

As the town clock chimed in the distance, Zestila realized that the clock on her bedside table was also striking twelve.

Unknowingly, this class has already lasted for nearly three hours.

You may leave now.

Zethira said.

She thought it was about time, this teacher should be able to go and deliver his work to her father as well.

"Thank you, but my magic level is only enough to learn the most basic fireball spell, which can only be used to light a cigarette. I would waste your precious time."

Lanche sighed and said with a smile.

This was the cruel truth that his maid had told him at first, and now he himself was certain of it.

"Isn't magic that uses fingers to light cigarettes not very useful"

Zesthila glanced at him.

The waves at sea were so high, and Sir Francis was a habitual smoker. If this magic could help him light his cigarettes, it would indeed be very convenient.

People like her who can't control their magic are actually unable to use such delicate miniature magic.

When she was young, she burned the family maid because she couldn't control her magic.

After that, many of the maids at home would look at her with fear in their eyes.

"Is that so"

Ranch nodded thoughtfully.

"See you tomorrow, Miss Thatzeltilda."

Lanche moved the chair back into its original place and, as he walked up to Zestilla's room door, smiled back and said.

Beside her desk, Zesthira remained silent for a moment before nodding slightly.

She also didn't know what meaning there was in wasting her morning time and putting effort into this "tutoring".

But without realizing it, I had already talked to him for quite a while.

……

On the second floor corridor of the Lord's Mansion, Lan Qi had just stepped out of Zestilara's room and after a few steps, he unexpectedly walked into Viscount Francis's line of sight.

Lord Francis stood in the second-floor hall, his expression complex as he gazed at himself.

"Lord Francis, not only was I unable to teach Miss any knowledge today, but I also wasted over an hour of her time teaching me magic."

Lanche owed fealty to Lord Francis.

"No, no, it's okay."

Lord Francis waved dismissively and then strode briskly to Lance's side,

Just keep communicating with her, I'm glad to see that she's willing to socialize, whether she attends classes or not. Just have her friends chat with her.

Francis's eyes, though weathered by time, betrayed a deep sense of contentment.

He originally thought that Zesthira would continue to shut herself off more and more for life, but he didn't expect that someone would finally be able to open her heart a little bit, even if it was just a tiny crack.

This young man who came across the sea from South America, is truly a pure, genuine and kind person.

If it's not done sincerely, you will absolutely not gain Zethira's approval.

"Okay, I'll do my best to help her. I want her to pass the preparatory exam for Protoss Royal Magic Academy and successfully enter first year."

Lanche assured the Viscount.

Then, I'll leave it to you, Mr. Lock.

Lord Francis was most sincerely grateful.

He doesn't really ask for anything else now.

It's too much to expect Zestella to accept instruction. She's perfectly content with the status quo.

……

After Lance left, Zestrilla stayed seated at her desk, silently staring at her book.

Just like this morning, she became alone again.

It was only because it was noon that the furniture began to appear brighter in the light, but it wasn't jarring. Instead, it added a soft layer of depth to the overall look.

After the maid had brought lunch to the door and set it down, she also got up, ready to carry it inside.

...until he walked into his own room.

She only then noticed that beside the chair where Lance had been sitting, on a low cabinet, lay a textbook titled "Magical Lineage of the Protoss Royal Academy".

">……"

She quietly shifted her walking direction slightly.

That fellow forgot to take the book.

Zephyra remembered, he seemed to have been writing something on this book from the very beginning.

That's probably just some boring knowledge.

As she pondered, she idly flipped through

Plain and unremarkable, as expected, it's just a comment.

However, what surprised her slightly was that this teacher from the Southern Continent, even with a translation magic, rarely used the Protoss Empire's script.

He wrote more clearly beautiful demonic magic script.

The Protoss Empire does not prohibit the use of demonic magic scripts because the capital city is already heavily reliant on demon heritage.

Zethira's bookshelf was even more crammed with books on demonic magic.

"I didn't expect there to be someone from the Southern Continent who could do this... Are there also demon races over there"

She murmured.

As far as she knew, the number of demons that had drifted to the southern continent was extremely small, and humans proficient in demonic magic were even rarer.

Unlike the demonic magic script popular on Proto's side, his writing appears to respect the achievements of the ancient demon sages and integrates human wisdom, giving it a very ancient feel. It prioritizes a more respectful approach rather than focusing solely on maximizing human convenience through modification.

The wind outside rustles softly, bringing with it the gentle sounds of nature - the chirping of birds in the distance, and the soft rustling of leaves.

Unconsciously, Ze Si Tila had already followed the clues left by Lance and flipped through the first few pages.

There's no more of his writing after this.

"...."

Zethira closed the book and looked out the door.

I was originally thinking of taking the book and going outside to return it to Lanchi.

But then I thought about it.

That fellow should probably come again tomorrow.

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

(End of chapter)

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