Don't confiscate my citizenship

On a Saturday morning at the end of February, the imperial capital of Herrom was awakened by both the cold wind and the early morning light. Every corner of the streets was glowing with a faint white glow. Although the air was filled with severe cold, the pulse of the city had begun. beat.

In the middle of the crossroads in the downtown area, magic vehicles began to operate at full strength on the street like a tide. The indicator lights danced at the intersection, guiding the vehicles and pedestrians to move forward in an orderly manner. The crowds were like tiny lines woven into the fabric of the city. Texture, street performers stationed on the pedestrian streets display their talents, attracting the attention of citizens and tourists, and the shopping malls and high-rise buildings on the roadside complement each other with daylight.

Every once in a while, there is an entrance to an underground magic railway station, which emits the hum of machines accompanied by the chatter of passengers entering the station.

In the southern district of the imperial capital near Protos Royal Academy of Magic, there are more young people in the bustling business district every weekend.

In the high-rise coffee shop of the shopping mall building, there was the sound of grinding coffee beans, accompanied by the sweet aroma of caramel. Inside, there was frost on the window glass. The clerk in a black apron carefully wiped it off with a towel. A young customer was sitting on a dark brown high chair, holding freshly brewed hot coffee with bursts of white mist rising from it.

On one side of the store, a low wooden round table quietly placed two cups of hot drinks and several stacked books.

Two people were sitting on the single sofas on both sides talking, as if they were alone in this noisy environment.

The young man's emerald green eyes were focused, pointing to the books on the table from time to time, and simply explaining to the girl. Whenever he touched on a key point or answered a question, he would ask the girl for feedback to ensure that she understood enough.

The girl has long dark hair, and what is special about her are her metallic blade-like dragon horns and vertical pupils in her eyes. She is still wearing the uniform of Protus Royal Academy of Magic. She listens carefully to the explanation, sometimes nodding, sometimes He frowned and thought, occasionally making a few notes in his book.

Although she didn't like the knowledge that much, she always remained focused. This was also a sign of respect for the teacher she recognized in front of her.

The communication between them is not always serious. Sometimes they will put down the book and talk about light content. Zestila sometimes mentions things in school or her own confusion, and Lanqi will share her own experience and give advice to others. Some of her suggestions include sharing knowledge and life details. This way of communication makes them look more like friends.

Originally, they agreed that Lanci would come to Protos Royal Magic Academy to find Zestila on Saturday.

But Lan Qi told her that if she only stayed at home or only moved around home all day long, she would turn into a moldy old woman over time. There was a woman he knew who was like this. She was still unable to get married even when she was very old. .

Although Zestila didn't have any ideas about life, she didn't want to become a moldy old woman.

Finally she decided to go out for a walk.

Anyway, there are far more half-demon people in the Imperial Capital than in a small place like Lilom City, so walking on the streets is not a big deal.

The key is that Lan Qi doesn't mind being with a demon, so she has no problem with it.

"How is life in the imperial capital?"

Zestila pressed her eyebrows tiredly, and changed the topic when Lan Qi put down the book. She was ready to end her study today.

In school, she couldn't listen to the classes on magic engineering and magic genealogy. She also read her own books in class, mainly for company.

She was the only one who could understand a lot of the demonic magic texts spoken by Lan Qi.

On the upcoming monthly assessment day, although she can copy many of Lan Qi's answers, if she doesn't understand some basic knowledge at all, she may make mistakes when copying.

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

Lan Qi also closed the book. He felt that Zestila had reached her limit today.

He understood that Zestila's questioning tone was very similar to Thalia's in many cases. She would turn questions into declarative sentences, so he could understand that she was asking questions.

For the human classmates in Icerite Academy who seek extreme breakthroughs and strength from him, most of them will use his original demon teaching method to help them get through quickly. However, for Zestila, who is already so strict with herself, it is heartbreaking. For the demon student, he could only use Dean Loren's entertaining method of teaching and learning, hoping that she could combine work and rest and grow up healthily.

"Besides being my tutor, you should be preparing for other jobs."

Seeing that Lan Qi started to put away the book, Zestila finally relaxed a little and asked.

She knew that her father's salary for Lan Qi was very generous, and he could live comfortably even in the imperial capital. This young man had a strangely strong adaptability, and it seemed that he could perfectly integrate into wherever he went in half a day.

But his talent goes far beyond that, and he will never settle for a mediocre life.

"Yes, I am studying for the judicial examination. I can try it next month."

Lan Qi arranged the books on the table and replied.

"..."

Zestila was silent for a while.

I heard from my father that this young man was studying the latest revised version of the bill on Viscount Francis' ship before he arrived at the coast of the Northern Continent.

At first she thought he just knew a little bit about the empire's slightly ridiculous new amendments, but she didn't expect that he really studied it all.

Although most people who want to pass the judicial examination so quickly can only cheat.

But this young man might just tell her, does such a simple thing still require cheating?

"It is said that you reported the high priest of the Resurrection Church to your real name the night before yesterday."

Zestila picked up the coffee, took a sip to her lips, and said slowly.

She only found out about this yesterday after hearing her classmates from Protus Royal Academy of Magic talk about it.

People have been talking about her since yesterday, saying that her entourage did something and confused her.

If he becomes a lawyer and there are more real-name reports like this in the future, I am afraid his reputation in the industry will not be small.

"Zestila, it is our right to use legal means to protect our rights and interests. We can also take the initiative to advocate for justice if we can. Zestila, if you are bullied or threatened at school, don't be afraid. , if you encounter problems, report them. The newly transformed empire is actually at the forefront of the storm. Anyone who dares to cause trouble will be labeled. As long as you seize the opportunity, report it."

Lan Qi leaned on the sofa, chatting and teaching Zestila,

"The more powerful a family is, the more enemies it will make. You just open a gap, and even if you do nothing, someone will come to help you deal with your enemies. This is called the right way to help more and the wrong way to help less."

"..."

Zestila didn't dare to answer his words for a while. She felt that "there is a lot of help for a good person, but a lot of help for a bad person" didn't seem to mean this.

And it seems that she can't learn this skill, neither humans nor demons can learn it, only dogs can learn it.