"From its establishment, the Dark Corrosion Knight Order has been stationed at the border of the Hedley Empire, fighting against the invading small-scale Demon Race troops. This is the meaning of the existence of the Dark Corrosion Knight Order.
For the stability within the empire, the empire has always been reluctant to disclose this information. Therefore, the Dark Corrosion Knight Order could only remain anonymous and silently struggle against the invading Demon Race.
Not until recently, the Demon Race finally signed a peace agreement with the Hedley Empire, stopped the invasion, and the Dark Corrosion Knight Order lost its significance of existence and was thus disbanded."
Hearing this, Amiya's little head was momentarily stunned.
So, all the peace she saw now was an illusion?
In places they couldn't see, a group of knights, for them, remained anonymous and had been fighting against the Demon Race for up to ten years.
Seeing Amiya like this, Lane suddenly felt that telling these things to a child might not be a good idea?
"What you told me are things that can't be seen in books at all. I benefited a lot. Thank you."
Amiya, who turned her head, first thanked Lane, and then said:
"If I guessed correctly, actually you are from the Dark Corrosion Knight Order, right?"
Lane nodded and didn't hide it. Or rather, this wasn't something that needed to be hidden at all.
If possible, Lane even wished to tell everyone in the entire empire about the existence and achievements of the Dark Corrosion Knight Order.
"Now that the Dark Corrosion Knight Order has been disbanded, what kind of work are you doing? Are you a staff member of Alcott?"
"No."
Lane shook his head and said: "Now, I'm just an ordinary butler."
"Did you come with a young lady for her studies?"
"Yeah."
"I think you should also know many things that can't be seen in books. If possible, can you tell me more?"
Amiya looked at Lane as if she had discovered some treasure. While her tone was indifferent, there was a faint glimmer in her eyes.
"Sure."
Lane agreed with a faint smile. He had a good impression of this little girl with white hair who expressed all her feelings through her eyes. "Then..."
Amiya lifted her book and was just about to ask something. Just then, waves of bells echoed throughout Alcott College.
Lane suddenly stood up and apologized to Amiya: "My young lady's class is about to end. I have to pick her up. I'll tell you next time. Sorry."
There was a very obvious disappointment in Amiya's eyes, but she still replied:
"OK. Looking forward to seeing you next time, Mr. Butler."
Putting the newspaper box back to its original position, Lane turned and left the large library and rushed to the teaching building.
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Throughout the entire morning today, Nanali sat at her desk in a drowsy state.
The tutor's words on the podium, Nanali didn't listen to a single word.
After all, she didn't sleep at all last night. It was only natural that Nanali felt sleepy now.
Nanali's magic tutor, Rowling Winzer, was a seemingly very young woman with long white hair and a very... hot figure.
In Nanali's understanding, it meant having a large chest, a slender waist, a perky butt, and a very good-looking face.
When she heard from Lane that the way tutor Rowling taught was not suitable for her at all, Nanali really had no desire to listen anymore.
Now, she was forcing herself not to sleep because tutor Rowling had always been very kind to her and she didn't want to disappoint tutor Rowling.
But the sleepiness just couldn't be stopped. Her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and her vision gradually darkened.
"Ashe? Ashe!" In a daze, Nanali heard tutor Rowling calling her and forced herself to be a little more energetic. She looked up at tutor Rowling.
"Didn't you rest well last night?"
Tutor Rowling sighed.
That Nanali wasn't paying attention in class made her very surprised.
Because Rowling could tell that Nanali had always yearned for magic. Even though her talent wasn't good, she was more attentive in her classes than anyone else.
Unfortunately, talent was talent. In the aspect of magic, there was no such thing as making up for lack of talent through hard work.
Hearing the tutor call Nanali, many students also turned their gazes to Nanali. Looking at Nanali's drowsy appearance, they all looked somewhat gloat at others'misfortune.
Rowling asked Nanali: "I ask you, how many times can the elements produced through magic guiding be transformed at most?"
Nanali was still a little sleepy. Facing tutor Rowling's question, she unconsciously recalled the knowledge about magic that Lane taught her and replied without thinking:
"If the magic power is sufficient, it can be transformed as many times as you want."
"Hahaha..."
As soon as these words were spoken, there burst out a burst of laughter in the classroom.
Under Nanali's puzzled gaze, Rowling shook her head and sighed:
"It's twice. The first time is to shape the element through magic guiding, and the second time is the change produced according to the different magic cast. This is the knowledge I just taught. Pay attention, Ashe."
At the same time, the low discussions among the students in the classroom never stopped. "As many times as you want, hahaha..."
"Don't you really think casting magic is like kneading playdough?"
"Don't talk nonsense. Don't you all know that she can't cast magic at all!"
Nanali was already used to the cynicism of her classmates and naturally didn't care about it.
But Nanali was not convinced by tutor Rowling's explanation and couldn't help but retort:
"What I said is correct. As long as the magic power is sufficient, it can be transformed several times!"
Seeing that Nanali was actually contradicting her, Rowling's expression also became unpleasant:
"Since you insist so much, then how can you prove it? Directly demonstrate it to the classmates?"
After subconsciously saying this sentence, Rowling felt regretful.
After all, Nanali had no magic talent, but her love for magic was no less than anyone else. Saying this, she would definitely deeply hurt Nanali's heart.
But Nanali didn't show the expression that Rowling expected. Instead, she raised her right hand and began to guide the magic power!
Immediately after, in the astonished gaze of Rowling, a ball of blazing flames appeared on Nanali's palm.
The whispering in the classroom instantly vanished. Everyone stared in astonishment at the ball of flames on Nanali's palm.
Depending on the talent and the degree of proficiency in magic, the form of the magic summoned by each person was naturally different.
The ball of flames summoned by Nanali, even the most talented person among them, couldn't summon it at all! And in the midst of the silence, the ball of flames in Nanali's hand began to gradually change according to Nanali's will.