Lane glanced at the two nosy maids and said, "Go handle the ingredients. I'll cook lunch later."
"OK~"
As soon as they heard that Lane was going to cook in person, the two women immediately excitedly ran to the kitchen.
Then, the current situation really became that Rowlin and Lane were alone.
Rowlin shivered.
If Lane was really from that legendary knight order, she couldn't help but be afraid!
According to her father, the people of that knight order would catch children to make soup every day and also liked to chew people's bones...
If it weren't for Lane's story just now, which made Rowlin have some doubts about the credibility of this rumor, perhaps Rowlin would have already found a reason to take Nanali and run away by now.
"You seem to be very afraid of me?"
Lane asked in confusion, making Rowlin shake her head frantically like a rattle drum:
"No, no!"
"..."
The scene fell into silence again.
Rowlin saw that Lane was constantly sizing her up at this moment, and her heart became even more flustered.
What is this for? Is he going to eat me?
By the way, did he just say that he was going to cook lunch in person?
Is he going to use me as an ingredient?!
Rowlin trembled like chaff.
After a moment, it was Lane who spoke first: "When the young lady was in class, I went to the large library of Alcott."
"Ah?"
Rowlin was a little confused. Why did Lane suddenly say these?
"There, I met a child who looks a lot like you. Her name is Amiya, and her surname is the same as yours."
Hearing this, Rowlin's heart suddenly startled, and she blurted out subconsciously:
"Please don't eat her. If you want to eat, eat me instead!"
Lane: "???" Lane originally intended to talk about something else to ease the atmosphere, but when he heard this sentence that popped out of Rowlin's mind through some unknown train of thought, his brain directly short-circuited.
Eat? Eat Amiya? Do you think I'm that kind of lolicon? It's more like eating you!
Rowlin also knew that she had spoken out of turn and quickly covered her mouth.
After calming down for a moment, Rowlin blushed and put down her hand, saying:
"Amiya... Amiya is my sister. She's very smart, and her magic talent is much higher than mine. Father has always attached great importance to her."
"She's indeed a very smart child."
Thinking of Amiya's amber eyes, Lane smiled: "Her eyes are very beautiful."
Although both Amiya and Rowlin had amber eyes, Lane just felt that Amiya's eyes were more beautiful.
Amiya's eyes were clear and inquisitive, but Rowlin's eyes... Lane always felt there was some clear stupidity.
How on earth did such a person become a tutor at Alcott?
"Her eyes... Every time I'm stared at by those eyes, I always have a feeling of being seen through."
Rowlin sighed, and then said: "Hearing what you said, it seems that you had a great chat with Amiya?"
Lane nodded: "Although that child seemed cold on the outside, her heart was still very warm."
"Amiya... very warm?"
Rowlin blinked. That child who at home would think one more word with her was too much, was very warm?
"By the way, Mr. Lane was able to make Ashe relearn magic. You're really amazing."
While chatting, Rowlin brought the topic back to Nanali:
"Ashe loves magic very much, really loves it. Even though she was previously considered to have no magic talent at all, she still worked harder than anyone else. Presumably, when Ashe learned magic from you, her heart must have been extremely excited, right?"
Saying this, Rowlin's mood suddenly became down again: "Perhaps it's precisely because of this that Ashe was isolated by other students..."
Lane: "..."
After a moment of silence, Lane said: "Alright, we should now discuss the serious matter."
Deli came over with two cups of black tea. Rowlin quickly took them and started blowing on the hot tea.
Hearing Lane's words, Rowlin was stunned for a moment: "Serious matter? What serious matter?"
Hearing this, Lane slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and asked:
"Why did you come here?"
"Me? Ah..."
Rowlin reacted, slapped her head: "Mr. Lane, what level is your magic now?"
"My level?"
The hand holding the black tea paused for a moment. To be honest, he really wasn't clear about his own magic level.
But it was definitely no problem to beat this stupid woman in front of him.
"Why are you asking this?"
"Because if I want you to substitute for me for a class, it's necessary for me to know this information about you and then report it to the dean and wait for the dean's approval." Rowlin said seriously.
"Dean? Which dean? The dean of Alcott College? Duke Alcott?"
After all, the dean of this college was the duke himself who established this college.
"Yes."
"Do such a small matter have to be reported to the duke?"
Lane was really puzzled.
"According to what Lord Alcott said, when she is in Alcott College, she is no longer a duke, just a dean. Such matters as having other magic tutors substitute for classes temporarily must be reported to her."
It can't be seen that although this magic tutor is a bit stupid, she is still quite stubborn when it comes to her job.
However, since it's that woman in charge, Lane felt relieved.
After taking a sip of black tea, Lane said indifferently: "You just tell her that the person substituting for the class is Lane, that's all."
Rowlin was immediately dumbfounded.
Mr. Lane, whose magic strength seemed unfathomable, has such a big reputation?
Then why did you humble yourself to be an attendant in a count's family? You could even make this count's family be your attendants!
Rowlin didn't know how to describe Lane for a moment.
Anyway, it's just a very strange person. There's no way to evaluate.
"Mr. Lane, there's another thing, that is... Among those children, some are like Nanali..."
"That has nothing to do with me."
Lane interrupted indifferently: "I've said it before. I'm only responsible for teaching them theoretical knowledge, telling them that there's not only the magic tutor as a magic profession in the world and vindicating my young lady. As for the methods of guiding magic and adapting to constitutions, I won't teach even a word. Whether they have magic talent or not has nothing to do with me."
Rejected by Lane without hesitation, Rowlin's momentum weakened a bit, but she still wanted to fight for opportunities for those children:
"They... They are still the next generation of the empire after all..."
"The next generation of the empire? The next generation of the empire's nobility! Do you expect me to teach them magic and then let them use magic as a tool to consolidate their status and oppress the lower classes?"
Lane's words silenced Rowlin again.
After all, she knew what the noble class of the Hedley Empire was like now.
Even her own father...
"They are still young and can be cultivated..."
"Do you think you have more influence on them or their parents have more influence on them?"
Putting down the cup, Lane stared at Rowlin with his calm gaze:
"You are a tutor of Alcott, and I also recognize your idea of wanting to change the fate of those children who are considered 'having no magic talent' in your eyes. You are a qualified tutor, but all of this has nothing to do with me."
Rowlin opened her mouth but said nothing more.
"Of course, one thing at a time. I still want to thank you for being willing to give my young lady such an opportunity to clear her name."
Lane smiled: "It's really lucky for my young lady to have a tutor like you."