Chapter 239 Lan Qi is the Headmaster of the Purgatory Corridor Academy

The small but exquisite guest room was filled with warm-colored furniture and curtains.

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

"Thank you for saving my life, Viscount."

The young man's clear and gentle voice carried a hint of exhaustion.

He was still adjusting to the translation magic.

Francis smiled and nodded, gesturing for the young man to sit down. He then sat in a chair nearby, never one to put on aristocratic airs.

"Please, don't stand on ceremony, young man. I imagine you are unfamiliar with this place. Could you tell me about your experience, where you came from, and where you are going?"

Viscount Francis finally asked.

"I am a scholar from the Hutton Kingdom in the Southern Continent. I came to the Northern Continent to complete an academic project, but encountered a magical storm and my ship was wrecked… Then I woke up and was rescued by you."

The brown-haired young man seemed hesitant, but finally spoke.

Francis listened, a ripple of emotion washing over him.

The Hutton Kingdom was a famous and powerful nation in the Southern Continent, one that Francis had heard of.

Moreover, it was known for prominent figures, such as the high priest of the Goddess of Fate Church who was from the Hutton Kingdom.

Francis knew that the young man's experience was likely related in some way to the recent magical storms at sea.

Recently, the accident rate at sea had indeed increased, especially for ships coming from the Southern Continent.

Although the young man may have omitted some key details, Viscount Francis could sense his sincerity.

"I am very sorry, but the documents that could prove my identity were lost with my luggage," the young man added.

Viscount Francis waved his hand, not intending to make things difficult for the young man or question him excessively.

While he was having breakfast, his secretary had already confirmed that the young man spoke the Southern Continent language fluently. Even without translation magic, he could easily read books from the Southern Continent. Through conversation, the secretary determined that the young man had a deep understanding of Southern Continent society and culture.

He was undoubtedly from the Southern Continent. Some things could not be learned or imitated.

Of course, more importantly, his gentle temperament made it difficult to suspect that he was a bad person.

He didn't possess any threatening power either.

The young man's attire was not luxurious, but from his speech and manners, it was clear that he was a well-educated young man from a prominent family, likely separated from his guards in the shipwreck.

"I will not delve too deeply into your identity, because repeatedly exploring things that cannot be explored becomes pointless suspicion. I just want to confirm one thing with you first: are you a member of the Goddess of Fate Church?" Viscount Francis asked.

"No, I don't believe in any gods," Lan Qi replied, puzzled.

"Phew." Viscount Francis breathed a sigh of relief.

"May I ask why you ask me that?" Lan Qi's expression remained unchanged, still filled with confusion.

"If you were a priest, my helping you would implicate me in the current Protos Empire for suspicion of colluding with heretics and espionage, among other crimes. But I would not harm you; I would simply let you disembark on the shore outside the city and give you some food," Viscount Francis said.

"The Goddess of Fate Church is now considered a heretical religion in the Protos Empire and is being purged by the Empire."

He knew that this was an absurd matter for people from the Southern Continent.

Hearing Viscount Francis briefly explain the current political situation of the Protos Empire, Lan Qi's expression became even more puzzled.

This version was too strange. Couldn't the Resurrection Church just go public now?

But Lan Qi quickly accepted it.

Because rather than waiting for the version to pass, it was better to adapt to it.

After a brief conversation, Lan Qi roughly understood his current location and explained his current predicament to Viscount Francis:

"Mr. Francis, I want to find my companion. Can you help me?" Lan Qi said sincerely.

"Mr. Luo Qi, I am very sorry to hear about your experience, but at this moment, the help I can give you is limited," Viscount Francis said, sighing.

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

And the young man's calmness, composure, and understanding were unlike someone who had just returned from the brink of death, further confirming his qualities in Viscount Francis's eyes.