Lane was startled by Ivette.
Not because he was flattered by Ivette's bow, but because he was astonished by Ivette's age and tactics.
Although Ivette's tactics were very immature, giving a sense of imitating without true understanding, Lane had no doubt that if Ivette continued to grow, there was a great possibility that a second Duke Orcutt would be born in the empire!
"You..."
Nanali was about to speak again, but Lane suddenly raised his hand and placed it on Nanali's head, saying to Ivette:
"I'm a butler in the Ashe family, and it has nothing to do with money. You don't have to say anymore. I won't go to the Odice family."
Hearing Lane's answer, the tense nerves of Nanali finally relaxed.
Ivette wasn't annoyed either and continued:
"In that case, I don't expect Tutor Lane to come to my Odice family either. But I wonder if Tutor Lane can teach me knowledge related to magic swordsmen while concurrently serving as the butler of the Ashe family? The reward will definitely not disappoint Tutor Lane."
-- So it was for this.
Although Ivette had already kept a very low profile, Lane really didn't want to get in touch with the second Duke Orcutt. So he politely declined:
"The butler's work is busy. I'm afraid I don't have time to teach Miss Odice magic. My young lady needs to have lunch. Excuse me for now."
Ivette still wanted to say something more, but Lane took Nanali and turned away.
Along the way, Nanali had been looking up at Lane.
Nanali suddenly discovered that she knew too little about Lane.
Who was Lane before? Why did he have so many tactics? And why did he have such a distinctive temperament?
According to Lane, Lane stayed by her side not for the salary of the butler. Then for what?
And after today's incident, Nanali's heart was indeed a little flustered.
Because Nanali suddenly understood that with Lane's ability, there was no need for him to stay by her side as a small butler all the time. For Lane, even being a magic tutor for an ordinary young lady of a marquis family would have a much higher status than a butler of an earl family.
Nanali didn't understand Lane at all. Apart from the matter of money, Nanali really couldn't think of any reason for Lane to stay by her side.
"... Nanali, Nanali?"
Lane's call gradually brought Nanali back to her senses. What she saw was Lane's gentle smile:
"What are you daydreaming about?"
"Nothing... nothing..."
After muttering a sentence, Nanali suddenly remembered something and said to Lane:
"You just touched my head, right? Didn't I say, don't touch my head."
"Because Nanali is very cute."
Lane said with a smile.
Nanali blushed and pouted a little petulantly.
"Nanali, let's have lunch here, shall we?"
Hearing Lane's words, Nanali remembered the matter of eating and looked around.
This was a relatively quiet corner in Orcutt College. There was a long bench covered with dust, and no one could be seen passing by.
Although it was a bit remote, it was just what Nanali wanted.
Seeing this, Nanali nodded and said: "OK."
"That's good."
Seeing Nanali nod, Lane waved his hand and cast a water magic. The summoned water ball immediately swallowed all the dust on the bench in the blink of an eye, making the bench as clean as new.
After stepping forward and touching the bench to confirm that there was no remaining dust or water stains, Lane said to Nanali:
"Nanali, come and sit."
Nanali stepped forward and sat down on the bench, also unobtrusively leaving a space for Lane.
"Ashe, Lane!"
At this time, a familiar voice came. Seeing Rowling running over in a small trot, sweating profusely:
"Didn't we agree to be together? Why didn't you wait for me!"
It was clearly you who said you would follow. I never agreed to you, okay!
Running in front of Lane, Rowling panted heavily and occupied the position that Nanali had left for Lane without a word.
Nanali: "..."
To be honest, Nanali really wanted Rowling to move aside, but it seemed as if she deliberately wanted Lane to sit beside her (although that was the truth), so Nanali still chose to keep silent.
Lane didn't mind either. Instead, he silently summoned a black hole in front of him with magic, then reached into the black hole and took out two bento boxes.
"Is it space magic?!"
Rowling's eyes sparkled with little stars and she said excitedly: "It's actually space magic that can store things! Is this also one of the magics of the summoner?"
Rowling had seriously attended Lane's class and also learned that Lane's magic occupation was summoner.
"No, this ability is just related to my familiar." Lane shook his head. How could this be possible? If every summoner had a magic space, the elf race would have been invincible long ago.
Handing the bento and the fork to Nanali, Lane looked at Rowling and couldn't help but ask:
"Where's your meal? Don't you eat at noon?"
Rowling's excited expression instantly froze.
Lane: "..."
"Grumble..."
At the same time, Rowling's lower abdomen also protested because of its owner's stupidity.
Rowling rubbed her lower abdomen and looked at Lane pitifully: "Mr. Lane, you actually brought a third bento, right?"
Right your head!
Looking at Rowling's appearance like a white-haired puppy that had been abandoned, Lane sighed deeply and handed the last bento in his hand to Rowling:
"I'll give you this one. Consider it as repaying the one gold coin I owed you yesterday."
One bento for one gold coin. Even a duke wouldn't dare to eat like this.
Although Rowling wasn't a duke, she was a fool. So not only did she not feel that Lane was heartless, but instead, she movedly took the bento:
"Wuwuwu, Mr. Lane, you are so kind..."
Looking at Rowling's appearance, for some reason, Lane actually felt a bit of guilt for fooling a fool in his heart.
Opening the bento, Nanali held the fork and ate in small mouthfuls. Rowling, on the other hand, devoured hers as if she hadn't eaten for three days.
Lane just stood aside and watched without saying a word.
Noticing Lane who had been silent all along, Rowling forked a slice of fried meat with her fork and handed it to Lane.
Lane waved his hand.
Just when Rowling was touched and thought that Lane wanted to leave all the delicious food to her, Lane showed a disgusted expression on his face:
"I don't want to eat your saliva. You keep it for yourself."
Rowling: QAQ
"Lane."
At this time, Nanali's voice came.
Lowering his head, seeing Nanali's small face blushing slightly, she handed her fork to him, and there was a fried meatball on the fork:
"The fried meatball has cooled down and doesn't taste good."