Poor Xi Xi
Chapter 239 Lan Qi is the Headmaster of Purgatory Corridor Academy
The small but exquisite guest room was filled with warm-colored furniture and draperies.
Under the chandelier, the young man sitting on the bed stood up and gave Viscount Francis a deep bow.
"Thank you for saving my life, Lord Viscount."
The young man's clear and gentle voice was tinged with exhaustion.
He was still adjusting to the translation magic.
Francis smiled and nodded, gesturing for the young man to sit down. Then, he sat down on a chair nearby. He never put on aristocratic airs.
"Please, don't stand on ceremony, young man. I imagine you're quite unfamiliar with this place. Could you tell me about your experiences, where you come from, and where you're headed?"
Viscount Francis finally asked.
"I'm a scholar from the Kingdom of Hutton in the Southern Continent. I came to the Northern Continent to complete an academic project, but I encountered a magical storm, and my ship was wrecked... When I woke up, you had rescued me."
The brown-haired young man seemed hesitant, but he finally spoke.
Francis listened, a ripple of emotion passing through his heart.
The Kingdom of Hutton was a famous power in the Southern Continent, known even to Francis.
And there were also some famous people from there, such as the High Priest of the Church of the Goddess of Fate.
Francis knew that the young man's experience might be related to the recent turbulent magical storms at sea.
Recently, the rate of maritime accidents had indeed increased, especially for ships coming from the Southern Continent.
Although the young man might have omitted some key details, Viscount Francis could sense his sincerity.
"I'm very sorry, but the documents that could prove my identity were lost with my luggage," the young man added.
Viscount Francis waved his hand, not intending to make things difficult for the young man or question him too much.
While he was having breakfast, his secretary had confirmed that the young man spoke the language of the Southern Continent fluently. Even without translation magic, he could easily read books from the Southern Continent. And through conversation, the secretary had determined that the young man had a deep understanding of the society and culture of the Southern Continent.
He was undoubtedly from the Southern Continent. Some things couldn't be learned or imitated.
Of course, more importantly, his gentle temperament made it hard to suspect that he was a bad guy.
He didn't possess any threatening power.
The young man's clothes were not extravagant, but from his conversation and demeanor, it was clear that he was a well-educated young man from a prominent family, who must have been separated from his guards in the shipwreck.
"I won't delve too deeply into your identity, because repeated probing into things that can't be verified becomes pointless suspicion. I just want to confirm one thing with you first: are you a member of the Church of the Goddess of Fate?" Viscount Francis asked.
"No, I don't believe in any gods," Lanqi answered, puzzled.
"Hah." Viscount Francis breathed a sigh of relief.
"May I ask why you ask that?" Lanqi's expression remained unchanged, still full of confusion.
"If you were a priest, helping you would make me a suspect in the current Protos Empire, accused of colluding with heretics, espionage, and other crimes. But I wouldn't harm you. I would just let you land on the shore outside the city and give you some food," Viscount Francis said.
"The Church of the Goddess of Fate is now considered a heretical religion in the Protos Empire and is being purged by the Empire." He knew that this was an absurd thing for people from the Southern Continent to hear.
Hearing Viscount Francis briefly explain the current political situation of the Protos Empire, Lanqi's expression became even more bewildered.
This version was too strange. Wouldn't the Resurrection Church now be able to list on the stock exchange?
But Lanqi quickly accepted it.
Because it was better to adapt to the version than to wait for it to pass.
After a brief conversation, Lanqi had a rough understanding of where he was now, and he also explained his current predicament to Viscount Francis—
"Mr. Francis, I want to find my companion. Can you help me?" Lanqi said sincerely.
"Mr. Luoqi, I'm very sorry to hear about your situation, but at this time, the help I can offer is limited," Viscount Francis said with a sigh.
He could see that the lost companion was very important to the young man.
And the young man's calmness, composure, and understanding were not at all like someone who had just returned from the brink of death, which made Viscount Francis once again confirm his qualities.