The ship finally docked. The huge iron anchor dropped with a thunderous boom against the surface of the sea, sending up white sprays, while the ropes were firmly tied to the large iron rings on the pier.
Before Viscount Francis even disembarked, servants from the Lord's Mansion had already prepared a carriage and were waiting for him.
Lanqi followed Viscount Francis down the gangplank to the pier and boarded the carriage bound directly for the Lord's Mansion.
The horse's hooves tapped lightly against the stone road, producing a melodious echo that mingled with the sound of waves in the distance.
Lanqi quietly gazed out the window. In the distance, the silhouette of the lighthouse and the fiery evening clouds complemented each other. The buildings seemed to have been built from emotion and history. Every stone and every wall bore the marks left by their craftsmen. It was a town completely different from Ikelite.
They said that the capital of the Protos Empire had a truly unique style. Its highly advanced Magical Engineering and Demon Race Heritage gave the city a fantastical character where order, chaos, and diversity coexisted.
If possible, Lanqi still wanted to finish his project as soon as he could, then enjoy himself carefree in the capital with Hughberlian.
After all, Dean Loren had said that they could delay their return by two months without being expelled. Naturally, they had to make the most of the vacation that came with their academic project.
He also had to work hard and establish a foothold in the Protos Empire.
"Viscount, may I begin teaching your daughter tomorrow?"
Lanqi thought for a moment before asking Viscount Francis, who was sitting across from him.
"You certainly can, but shouldn't you rest for a while first?"
Viscount Francis glanced at the bandages on