Chapter 266: Ranchi's Imperial Capital Leisure Life

mportant things.As educators, we only need to guide students to understand the complexity of the world and should not forcibly decide their future for them.Asana politely nodded to Lauren, then stood...Chapter 267: A Relaxing Life in the Imperial Capital for Rance

On a Saturday morning at the end of February, the imperial city of Helrom was awakened by both the biting wind and the first blush of dawn. A faint white sheen covered every corner of the streets. Though the air was filled with frost, the city's pulse had begun to thrum.

In the central thoroughfare of the city, mana vehicles surged like a tide, their powerful engines humming. Traffic lights flickered at intersections, guiding vehicles and pedestrians in an orderly flow. The crowds, like fine threads, wove the fabric of this urban tapestry. Street performers dotted the pedestrian streets, showcasing their talents and drawing the attention of both citizens and tourists. Shops and towering buildings lined the avenues, reflecting the sunlight.

At intervals, there are entrances to underground arcane rail stations, their mechanical hum mingling with the chatter of boarding passengers.

In the Imperial Southern District, near the Protos Royal Magic Academy, the commercial area sees more young faces on weekends.

In the high-floor cafe of a bustling shopping mall, the sound of coffee beans grinding mingled with the sweet aroma of caramel. Inside, frost clung to the window panes, and a server in a black apron carefully wiped them away with a cloth. Many customers were already seated on deep brown barstools, their hands holding freshly brewed hot coffee, which rose in wisps of white steam.

On one side of the shop, a small wooden round table stood quietly with two hot drinks and several stacked books.

Two people were talking on the two single sofas on either side, they seemed like a solitary island in this bustling environment.

The young man's emerald eyes focused, occasionally pointing to the books on the table. He explained things simply to the girl, asking for her feedback every time he reached a key point or answered a question, making sure she understood fully.

The girl had long, dark hair. What was special about her were the metal-like, blade-like dragon horns and vertical pupils in her eyes. She was still wearing the uniform of the Protoss Royal Magic Academy, listening intently to the lecture. Sometimes she nodded, sometimes she frowned in thought, and at times she would make a few marks in her own book.

Although she wasn't particularly fond of the subject matter, she remained focused throughout, a testament to her respect for the esteemed teacher before her.

Their conversations were not always serious; sometimes they would put down their books and talk about lighter topics. Zesthila would sometimes mention things happening at school or her own confusions, while Lanche would share his experiences and give her some advice. It involved both sharing knowledge and life's little details. This way of communicating made them seem more like friends.

They had originally planned for Lance to come to Protoss Royal Mage Academy and meet Zestira on Saturday.

But Lan Chi told her that if she stayed home all day or only moved around the neighborhood, she would eventually turn into a moldy old woman. He knew a woman like that—she was very old and still hadn't gotten married.

Although Celeste Tira isn't much interested in the affairs of life, she doesn't want to become a moldy old spinster.

In the end, she decided to go out for a stroll anyway.

Anyway, there are far more half-demons in the imperial capital than in a small place like Lirorm. Walking on the streets is nothing special.

The key is that Lan Qi doesn't mind being with a demon, so she doesn't have any objections.

How is life in the Imperial Capital

Zethira pressed her temples wearily, and when Lance set down his book she steered the conversation in a different direction. She was ready to call it quits on her studies for the day.

At school, she couldn't get into those classes about Magical Engineering and Magical History at all. She would just be reading her own book during class, basically just keeping herself company.

Only Ranch's demonic magic script could she understand quite a bit.

Even though she could copy many of Ranch's answers during the upcoming monthly assessment, if she didn't understand some basic knowledge, she might even get copying wrong.

"It's pretty good, most of the time I don't really feel like I'm in a foreign country."

Ranch also closed his book, he felt today Zestella probably reached the limit.

He understands that Zestilla's way of asking questions often resembles Talia's, phrasing them as statements. So, he can tell she's inquiring.

>For the human students at Ectereus Academy who sought him out for breakthroughs and power, he mostly helped them accelerate their progress with his unique demonic teaching methods. As for Zestilla, a demon student who was already incredibly strict with herself to a heartbreaking degree, he could only use the pedagogical approach of Dean Loren, hoping she would find a healthy balance between work and rest.

Besides being my advisor, you must be preparing for other work, right

Zethisira, seeing the Ranchi finally put away her books, relaxed a little and asked.

She knew her father had given Lanchi a generous salary, enough to live comfortably even in the capital. This young man possessed a strange and powerful adaptability, seeming to be able to perfectly integrate into any environment within half a day.

But his talent goes far beyond this; he certainly wouldn't be content with a mediocre life.

"Yes, I'm studying for the bar exam and will be able to take it next month."

Lanche tidied the books on the table and replied.

"...."

Zesthira was silent for a moment.

According to my father, this young man began studying the latest revised bill aboard Lord Francis's ship before even reaching the shores of the North Continent.

She initially thought he only skimmed the Empire's new, slightly absurd revision of articles, but he actually studied it thoroughly.

Although most people want to pass the judicial examination so quickly, only cheating can achieve this.

But this young man might just tell her, isn't something so simple enough to be done without cheating

It is said that you publicly reported the high priest of the Revival Church the night before last.

Zestella picked up her coffee, sipped it at the corner of her mouth, and spoke slowly.

She also heard about it yesterday from a classmate at Proto's Royal Magic Academy.

Since yesterday, people have been discussing her, saying that someone from her household did something, which has also confused her.

If he became a lawyer, with so many public reports like this in the future, his reputation in the industry would probably be quite significant.

"Ze'Stira, using legal means to protect your rights is our right. We can also actively voice justice as much as we can. Ze'Stira, if you are bullied and threatened at school, don't be afraid. When encountering problems, report them. The newly transformed Empire is currently at a critical juncture. Whoever dares to cause trouble, you give her a label. As long as you catch the opportunity, report one by one."

Lanche leaned back on the sofa, talking eloquently, instructing Zerestila.

The greater one's power, the more enemies they make. Just open a crack, and even if you do nothing, someone will come to help you deal with your enemies. This is called "Those who are righteous have many helpers, while those who are unrighteous have few."

"...."

Zesitara hesitated for a moment to answer him. She felt that "the path of righteousness is supported by many, while the path of unrighteousness is supported by few" didn't seem to be the case.

And this skill, it seems she can't learn. Humans can't learn it, demons can't learn it, only dogs can.

(The End)

[ ]gh 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...