Chapter 248 Lanqi's Work Goes Extraordinarily Smoothly

Don't take away my human rights, Painful Bishop. The winter sun gradually climbed higher, and the light in the Lord's Manor courtyard had shifted from a slanting angle to a more vertical one, bathing the entire room in a warm and gentle glow.

The sounds of Zestira and Lanqi's slow conversation, along with the rustling of pages, blended with the melodious sound of leaves outside the window.

Whenever Lanqi brought up a question, Zestira would listen attentively and then share her insights with him.

Although Lanqi found learning practical magic skills quite difficult, Zestira taught with great patience and never thought of Lanqi as clumsy because of it.

However, she didn't give much thought to the issue of magical affinity.

Her own specialty was fire magic, so she began to explain the casting of fire magic to Lanqi.

For Lanqi, his elemental magic affinity was light > fire > other elements. In reality, his affinity for fire magic wasn't particularly good.

The end result was that after more than two hours, Lanqi's progress in learning the first-tier Fireball spell was successfully advanced by about one-tenth, thanks to Zestira's efforts.

This level of progress was already quite good for a typical first-tier magic beginner.

But Zestira didn't know that Lanqi was a fourth-tier mage.

As the melodious chimes rang out from the town, reaching their ears, Zestira noticed that the clock in the room also pointed to exactly twelve o'clock.

Unknowingly, this lesson had already lasted nearly three hours.

"You can leave now," Zestira said.

She felt that the time was about right, and this tutor should also be able to report back to her father.

"Thank you, but with my magic level, learning even the most basic first-tier Fireball spell would probably only be good for lighting someone's cigarette, which would be a waste of your valuable time," Lanqi said with a sigh and a smile.

This was the cruel truth his family's maid had told him back then, and now he was convinced of it himself.

"Isn't magic that can light someone's cigarette with your finger very useful?" Zestira glanced at him.

The waves at sea were so rough, and Viscount Francis was in the habit of smoking. If he had this spell to help him light his cigarettes, it might indeed be very convenient.

Someone like her, who couldn't control her magic very well, couldn't perform such delicate miniature magic.

When she was a child, she had burned a servant in her house because she couldn't control her magic.

It was also from then on that many of the servants at home would look at her with fearful eyes.

"Is that so?" Lanqi nodded thoughtfully. "Then, Miss Zestira, see you tomorrow."

Lanqi moved the chair back to its original position, and when he reached the door of Zestira's room, he turned back with a smile and said.

Beside the desk, Zestira was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

She didn't know what the point of wasting her morning hours on this "tutor" was.

But without realizing it, she had already said a lot of words to him.

...

On the corridor on the second floor of the Lord's Manor, Lanqi had just come out of Zestira's room when he unexpectedly found himself in Viscount Francis's line of sight.

Viscount Francis was standing in the hall on the second floor, watching him with a complex expression.

"Viscount Francis, today I not only failed to teach the young lady any knowledge, but I also took up more than an hour of her time teaching me magic," Lanqi said, bowing to Viscount Francis.

"No, no, it's alright," Viscount Francis said with a relieved wave of his hand, and then quickly walked to Lanqi's side. "It's enough as long as you can keep communicating with her. I'm very happy to see that she's willing to get along with people. It doesn't matter whether you have lessons or not. Just think of it as a friend chatting with her."