m instinctively took a few steps back."You, you fiend!!"These fighters could still tell just how strong Frey was.If they were to fight, they wouldn't be afraid of this fifth-tier opponent. But the thi...Chapter 279: There's no way to deny that Lan Qi is the favorite.

The nascent sun bathed the stone houses lining the street in a soft amber hue. [I want readers to remember our domain name at this point.]

The scent of food wafted from the mansions lining the street, mingling with the chill in the air.

Here is the Protoss Royal Mage Academy.

Lance sat on the swing in the garden, his downcast eyes still carrying a hint of half-dreamy drowsiness. In his hand, he held some unprocessed grains, feeding the birds that had gathered around him.

After arriving here, quite a few of the small animals on campus started to find him.

Inside the distant mansion, Zethira stood silently by the window, gazing at the scene of these small creatures gathering in the courtyard. They seemed to be waiting expectantly to come closer to her.

"Is the teacher really a human"

Zetira muttered to herself in confusion.

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

From Sunday evening onwards, her teacher, Rocky MacKay, temporarily moved from the hotel to inside the academy.

The accommodation is divided into dormitory rooms and private rooms, which are differentiated by apartments and small villas.

Ordinary students usually live in dormitory apartments.

And nearly all noble children had their own private, small homes, and one could basically tell someone's status by the kind of dormitory they lived in.

Besides, the small mansions of noble houses come with courtyards, and within these courtyards there are supplementary units, which are fully equipped, ground-floor apartments for servants.

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

That's it.

Until she saw Lanche had almost finished feeding the grain from his hand, Zhe Sila finally opened the door and walked up to him in the garden.

As she approached, the birds scattered in alarm.

It seems she's afraid of him as a powerful dragon.

"I'm sorry, I'll scare them away."

Zethira's voice was still as flat and emotionless as ever.

But you have no ill will towards them, they just don't understand you yet, do they

Ranch smiled and lifted his head, saying.

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“……”

" Let me know if you'd like to translate anything else!

Zestella hesitated for a moment,

Perhaps so.

Teachers always have a different perspective on problems.

Although nothing changed and everything went on as usual, she was still surrounded by palpable malice every day. However, talking to her teacher always made the weight on her shoulders feel a little lighter.

Zesthira had originally wanted to remind Lanchi that even within the school's safe zone, one should be careful of older aristocratic students.

After some thought, he decided against it. Lance was always reliable and didn't need reminding.

Prospective students and first-year students are required to participate in the monthly assessment day.

Students in second and third grade can choose to participate, and are only allowed to enter classrooms with a difficulty level of 2 or higher.

But every month's assessment day, the top-performing students of their second and third years, just like professors, can watch from the sidelines.

They have numerous authorities stemming from outside the field, such as intervening in ongoing evaluations or spending their points to sponsor promising underclassmen.

These authorized individuals act as judges, and accordingly, those who bet on the top contender will also receive substantial bonus payouts.

Therefore, it itself is also a game of behind-the-scenes maneuvering.

Or perhaps the game of strategy and manipulation itself is what constitutes the high-stakes nature of the monthly assessment.

The month's assessment day is on Wednesday.

Today is Monday, and I'm still relatively free.

Then, teacher, see you this afternoon.

Zethera gazed at Lance.

She saw that Lance was already up in the garden, clapping his hands, as if he was about to head towards the school building area.

When Lance wanted to kill some time, he would also sit in on some interesting upper-level courses.

"Okay, I have Professor Xi's history class this morning, so I might go check it out."

Lan Qi glanced sideways with a smile, dispelling the morning drowsiness.

……

In half an hour.

The History Hall of Protos Royal Academy of Magic stands in a wide expanse of green, like an ancient castle nestled amidst the trees. It is surrounded by thick stone walls, entwined with vines and vibrant flowers. The towers at its peak pierce the clouds, emblazoned with the Imperial seal.

A young man with brown hair that swayed slightly in the breeze, wearing a white shirt, dark brown vest, and black dress pants, walked into the teaching building.

Passing through the massive doors, the interior of the teaching building exudes an air of solemnity and antiquity. The marble floors reflect the light streaming in from the high glass windows several meters outside, while the walls of the long corridors are adorned with ancient portraits and historical scrolls.

Rance walked along the corridor, passing several closed classroom doors, before finding the history class he needed.

His gaze swept across the space, finding a rear seat bathed in just the right amount of light. Lance walked over, placing the ancient tome he'd borrowed from the library on the table before him and settled into his seat.

Zara's chosen history course was the pre-college water course, which is a mixed credit type.

And the history class being audited by Earl was chosen by sophomore and junior students.

After he stopped going to school, he didn't see Xi De again and didn't know what grade she was in or where she went.

In the classroom, Imperial students walked in one after another. They were all unfamiliar faces to Lance, who silently leaned against his chair and read, waiting for class to begin.

Though someone sat down in the nearby seat, Lan Chi remained unmoved.

He could tell just by feeling it that it wasn't West Germany.

Because West Germany has a faint rum scent on her body, as long as she protects you with her breath, you can feel it.

However.

The figure sitting not far from Lanchi seemed to be observing him intentionally or unintentionally.

Ling Lanqi finally felt a little uncomfortable and put down her book.

The other party's clothing color seemed to be that of a third-year student, and they possessed a powerful physical combat aura no less than Frey's.

A student like this would be considered top-notch at this school.

After all, at the student level, sixth grade is the highest.

"Do we know each other"

Rance asked, confused.

He was certain he had never seen such a powerful, dignified yet haughty senior. The name "Gloria" engraved on her chest badge was unfamiliar to him.

"Why did Mr. West choose you…"

Gloria narrowed her eyes, observing Lance with a low murmur.

Filled with resentment and confusion.

She admitted that she was not as powerful as the former Heavenly Sovereign, and she had never expected Lady Sigrid to choose her as the new Heavenly Sovereign one day.

But she never would have imagined that when the Almighty once again selected his disciples, it would be the Holy Son who had clearly stated he wouldn't consider it!

I originally thought that the Overlord Son, who was exceptionally chosen, would be incredibly powerful, with cold and deep eyes filled with aggression. He should exude an air of invincibility and arrogance, a man worthy of being the successor to the Overlord Church.

Unexpectedly——

How could Sigrid possibly be so blind as to fall for such a weak Saint Child It doesn't match their Hegemon Branch at all!

(The End)

[ ]ing to Imperial law, a prisoner like Corlys should have her magic and movements restricted by the Empire. She shouldn't be able to control her puppet, Duke Morotianne, anymore, and Duke Morotianne him...