"This... this sir?"
Originally, seeing that Lane was comforting Nanali well, Rowling gradually felt relieved.
But after Lane said this sentence and then seeing Lane's gradually exposed sharpness, Rowling finally couldn't remain silent anymore.
What are you doing? Are you going to beat up all those who laughed at Nanali?
Where do you, a servant of the count's daughter, get such confidence?
No, if this sir really taught Nanali magic, then this sir probably does have such confidence...
Why on earth would such a magician be a servant for the count's daughter?!
Thinking of this, Rowling couldn't stand still any longer.
If Lane really uses his own way to solve the problem, then the matter will be huge!
"What are you doing?"
Lane protectively held Nanali in his arms and watched the beauty in front of him vigilantly.
When seeing Rowling's white hair, Lane was already certain that this tutor was indeed related to Amiya.
But so what?
"Violence can't solve the problem."
Rowling said seriously.
"Why?"
There was mockery in Lane's tone: "As a tutor, my young lady has become like this, but you turn a blind eye. When I'm ready to stand up for my young lady, you tell me that violence can't solve the problem?
Then if I don't solve it, will you solve it? Will you deal with those who bullied my young lady? Can you do it? If you could do it, why didn't you do it in the first place?"
In fact, no matter what, Lane would definitely not lay a hand on children.
However, you bullied my young lady, and I bully your dads. Isn't it too much?
Lane's series of questioning immediately left Rowling speechless. After brewing for a long time, Rowling said with a grievance on her face: "I... What I mean is that we can actually solve it in other ways..."
Being held by Lane, Nanali listened to Lane's unreserved defense for her and felt waves of warmth in her heart.
So, this is what it feels like to be protected by someone else...
In Nanali's memory, it seemed that since entering this college, no one had ever defended her like Lane.
Thinking like this, Nanali's small hand grasping Lane's butler uniform tightened even more.
"What way?"
After looking at Rowling for a long time, Lane could finally judge that Rowling didn't seem to be the kind of completely irresponsible and timid tutor. So, his attitude also softened a lot.
Seeing this, Rowling finally let out a sigh of relief.
Perhaps because she roughly understood Lane's magic attainment, when Rowling faced Lane, she always had a feeling of facing her own magic tutor.
"That is... The reason why Ashe isn't recognized is that Ashe gained magic talent overnight, practiced magic so proficiently, and there are some conflicts with the magic everyone has been learning. It's just too bizarre. So... everyone thinks that Ashe learned forbidden books to be able to use magic..."
"Who started it?"
Lane seized the key words and immediately asked, startling Rowling so much that she quickly continued:
"I was thinking that you, sir, could take on the identity of a college tutor and give them a lesson, telling everyone that Ashe's magic wasn't learned from any forbidden books. Then the problem would be solved."
"They bullied my young lady. Why should I teach them magic?"
Lane asked again, almost making Rowling cry.
Why does someone who looks so gentle and refined always think of solving problems with fists when doing things?
"Lane..."
At this time, it was still Nanali, who had her small face buried in Lane's chest, who whispered:
"Just listen... to tutor Rowling. Don't get yourself... into trouble..."
Nanali's voice was very soft and very tired.
Nanali, who didn't sleep at all last night, was already tired enough, and at this time, her heart was obviously even more exhausted.
Hearing this, Lane looked down at Nanali and then said to Rowling:
"Well, I'll listen to my young lady. But let me make it clear first. I'll only teach the theoretical knowledge of the magic profession. I won't teach any further content even a word."
"Woo..."
Rowling was really about to cry and threw a grateful look at Nanali.
Unfortunately, Nanali kept her small face buried in Lane's chest and couldn't see it at all.
In Nanali's current state, Lane knew that Nanali definitely couldn't handle the next classes. So, he could only speak softly:
"Miss, let's go home first."
"OK..." Lane stood up and saw that Nanali's eyes were red at this time, and her small hand was still tightly grasping his pants, like a little beast fearing abandonment.
If it were yesterday, Lane would never have imagined that his young lady would show such an expression.
After the thin disguise that protected herself was shattered, the fragments that flew out instead hurt the fragile self inside.
Gently rubbing Nanali's blonde hair with heartache, Lane held Nanali's small hand and walked towards the stable outside.
Rowling pursed her lips, hesitated again, and finally trotted to catch up with Lane. Her long white hair fluttered in the wind.
The two lumps on her chest also shook up and down as Rowling ran...
When Rowling caught up, Lane had already held the reins in one hand and held Nanali in the other, and ridden the horse out of the stable.
Rowling quickly stepped forward to stop the horse: "Well... Can I come along too?"
"Why are you coming along?"
Lane looked confused: "Home visit? My young lady isn't really suitable for a home visit right now."
Home visit your ghost! Didn't we just agree that you would come to teach?!
Rowling grabbed her hair and said:
"For the class you'll be teaching tomorrow, shouldn't we discuss it? I admit that I might not be a qualified tutor, but in terms of teaching, I still have a little more experience than you, right?"
Lane thought for a moment and felt that it made sense, so he nodded and said: "OK."
After saying that, Lane waved the reins and was about to ride the horse away.
"Wait, wait!"
Rowling quickly stopped the horse: "Didn't we agree that I would go with you?"
"Yeah."
Lane nodded indifferently: "I'll ride the horse in the front, and you just follow behind. Do you still want to get on the horse?"
Rowling: "..."
Do you think my two legs can outrun the horse's four hooves?
After staring at each other with wide eyes for a long time, Lane sighed: "Come up."
Rowling's face brightened, and she clumsily climbed onto the horseback. She held Lane's waist and hips with both hands to ensure stability, and her body was separated from Lane by a small distance.
Now on the horseback, Lane was driving the horse, Nanali was in Lane's arms, and Rowling was behind Lane.
Waving the reins, Lane made the horse take a step forward.
"Wow!"
Suddenly a startled cry came from behind, and then Lane felt something soft sticking to his back.
The two slender and fair palms on both sides of his waist and hips also changed from grasping to hugging.