Chapter 239: Ranchi is the Headmaster of Purgatory Corridor

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The room was small but chic, filled with warm-toned furniture and curtains.

Under the chandelier, the young man sitting on the bed stood up and bowed deeply to Lord Francis.

"Thank you for saving my life, Lord Zi."

The young man's voice was clear and serene, but with a hint of weariness.

This is what it's like when something is just getting used to translation magic.

Francis smiled and nodded, gesturing for the young man to sit down. Then he sat himself on a nearby seat, always avoiding airs of aristocracy.

"Please don't be shy, young one. I think you must be unfamiliar with this place. Would you mind telling me about your experience and where you came from Where are you headed to"

Lord Francis finally spoke.

"I am a scholar from the Heton Kingdom in South Continent. This time, I came to North Continent to complete an academic task, but encountered a magical storm, my ship was wrecked... and then I woke up and you saved me."

The brown-haired youth seemed hesitant, but finally spoke.

Francis listened, a ripple of feeling passing through him.

The Kingdom of Hutton in the Southern Continent is a famous powerful nation, even Francis has heard of it.

And there are also some more famous figures, such as the high priest of the Goddess of Fate who is a citizen of the Hulton Kingdom.

Francis knew that the young man's misfortune was likely tied to the recent magical storms plaguing the seas.

In recent times, the rate of maritime accidents has indeed increased, particularly those vessels coming from the South Continent.

Although the young man's words may have concealed some key points, Lord Francis could sense the sincerity of the youth.

"I'm so sorry, all my identification documents were lost with my luggage."

The youth added.

Lord Francis waved his hand, not intending to make things difficult for the young man or question him too closely.

At the time he was having breakfast, the secretary had confirmed that the young man possessed fluent South Continent languages. He could easily read books from the South Continent without the need for translation magic. Through conversation, the secretary ascertained that the young man possessed a deep understanding of both the social conditions and culture of the South Continent.

It is undoubtedly a native of South America. Some things cannot be learned or imitated.

Of course, most importantly, his gentle demeanor makes it impossible to suspect that he could be a bad guy.

He does not possess any threatening power.

The young man's clothing was not extravagant, but from his manner of speaking and bearing one could see at a glance that he must be a well-educated and distinguished youth from a prominent family. He must have been separated from his guards in the shipwreck.

I will not delve into your identity, because endlessly pondering what cannot be known only leads to futile suspicion. I merely wish to confirm one thing: are you a disciple of the Goddess of Fate

Sir Francis asked.

"No, I don't believe in any gods."

Lanche answered confusedly.

"Whew."

Lord Francis let out a sigh of relief.

May I ask why you are asking me this

Ranchi's expression remained unchanged, still full of confusion.

If you were a cleric, I saved you, you would be charged with heresy and espionage in the current Protoss Empire. But I wouldn't harm you, I'd just have you land on the shore outside the city and give you some food.

Lord Francis said,

The Church of the Fates is now considered a cult within the Protoss Empire and is being purged by the empire.

He knew that for people in South America, this was absurd.

Having heard Sir Francis briefly recount the current political climate of the Protoss Empire, Lance's expression became even more puzzled.

This version is too strange. Wouldn't the Church of Rebirth be able to go public now

But Lanchi quickly accepted.

Rather than waiting for versions to pass, it's better to adapt to them.

After a brief conversation, Lance had a general understanding of his current situation and explained his predicament to Lord Francis.

Mr. Francis, I want to find my companion. Can you help me

Lanche said sincerely.

Mr. Locke, I am very sorry to hear about your situation, but at this time, there is little I can do to help.

Lord Francis sighed upon hearing this.

He could tell that the lost companion was very important to the young man.

And the young man's calmness, composure, and understanding were completely unlike someone who had just returned from the jaws of death. This once again confirmed his qualities in the eyes of Lord Francis.

But without the legitimacy of an empire, they were fine in this small city. If they went north, into the territory of the Protoss Empire today, they would not be able to take a single step.

Lord Francis did not dare to risk his own lordly authority by forging an identity for the young man during this time.

"If you're willing, I can first settle you in Lilyom City and give you a job."

Lord Francis could only do so much for him.

If Locke made enough money, next time they went to the eastern port city, they'd take him along. There, he could buy a passage back to Southern Continent, at least getting him home.

And thus concludes this fortunate encounter. Perhaps in the future, if I ever venture to South Continent, I will have another acquaintance.

What kind of work is it

Lanche was saved, and it wasn't good to just eat and drink without paying. If he could earn some Protoss Empire currency, it would be much more convenient for him in the empire later on.

However, he clearly wasn't suited for manual labor, and for some key administrative roles, even a kind man like Lord Francis wouldn't just hand them over to this newly arrived foreigner.

You said you were a scholar, didn't you And that you specialized in magic archeology and magical engineering.

Lord Francis spoke slowly,

"My daughter is giving me a headache. She refuses to go to school and has driven away many tutors, even the experienced teachers I brought in from other cities for her… She actually passed the entrance exam for Protoss Royal Magic Academy's pre-college program, but with this behavior, I'm worried she won't be able to study there successfully."

His daughter is exceptionally gifted, even bordering on supernatural. As long as she doesn't squander her talent, she is bound to become a formidable individual. Then, no one will dare look down upon her, and she will possess ample self-defense capabilities.

Lord Francis had reached his wit's end, but seeing this unusual visitor from the South Continent, he thought perhaps it was worth a try.

"Teaching No problem."

Randy's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he immediately agreed.

You mentioned this, and he's wide awake now!

I advise you not to get your hopes up too high, she's hard to teach.

Lord Francis smiled and shook his head.

"Is that so Then if she approves of me, would the compensation be very generous"

Lanche's attitude, on the other hand, became even more enthusiastic.

As the principal of Purgatory Corridor Academy, there's no student he couldn't teach well.

"Humph, then go ahead and suggest it."

Francis had never met anyone so confident.

Even, you could say, a bit arrogant.

Maybe he was a promising young scholar in the South Continent, but education is far from that simple.

Especially for some extremely difficult children.

It's just a matter of trying our luck, treating a dead horse as a living one. If he doesn't work out, we can just give him a different job.

But if he could truly become a tutor she approves of, then with a little authority I could get him a new identity and send him to the Protos Royal Magic Academy in the Imperial Capital to study alongside her.

After all, if you're looking for someone, the capital city, where information flows most widely and rapidly, is still the best place to go.

"Alright, then you can just take me to her. "

"Lance promised confidently,"

Francis smiled and stood up, walking slowly to the door. Then he turned back and looked once more at the young man.

"Get some rest first. You're still injured, and with the weather looking like a storm tonight, the rocking of the boat might keep you awake."

After finishing, Francis pushed open the hatch and walked out.

After bringing Lancelot into the fold, Sir Francis smiled with relief.

No matter what, this young man is a likable person. He didn't hesitate at all even after hearing that the students he would be facing had demonic characteristics.

South America, as expected, has a simple and kind people.

"Master, are you not afraid he will do harm to the young lady"

The secretary walked with Lord Francis down the corridor of the ship, and asked.

It's okay, she can easily handle this kid.

Francis waved his hand.

That young man might not be just a first-rank, but his magical level is indeed only at the strength of a first rank, and he clearly hasn't practiced close combat skills.

If the magic on him were a disguise, he could still disguise it so calmly and naturally. Then at least he would be a powerful mage of rank seven or higher. To harm them, one would only need to think about it.

(The End)

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