Looking at the direction where Vigfortz left, Lydia's face was cold.

There was no way Lydia could have any expression on her face, because the accident caused by the archaeological experiment had completely destroyed the lower half of her face. At this moment, her beautiful face was maintained entirely by illusion, so naturally there could be no subtle movements.

Almost all the warlocks who knew them knew that Lydia was deeply in love with Vigfortz of Logevin, and she had loved him silently and persistently for many years.

Vigfortz knew this, but pretended not to know.

Lydia had never confided in him—never taken a step, never made the smallest move. Her thoughts had never suggested anything of the kind, not even a word when she could speak.

Lydia was too proud to take the initiative to seduce Vigfortz as an assistant.

And Vigfortz never responded because he didn't love Lydia. Almost all the warlocks who knew them knew this.

Of course, Vigfortz could have made Lydia his lover and made her closer to him. Many people suggested this, but Vigfortz was unwilling to do so because he was too proud and too "principled".

Until now, Lydia didn't know how deep her feelings for Vigfortz had reached. Was it getting more intense or dull? Was she still in love with Vigfortz, or did she just think she should continue to love him?

Lydia herself didn't know, but she still wanted to stay, even if it was just because she couldn't bear to give up all the efforts she had made over the years.

This was also the reason why she refused to restore her beautiful cheeks. It gave her a reason to stay: the intact Lydia van Bradwater already had the ability to recruit apprentices and assistants on her own, and only Lydia with a damaged face would be here to help others.

Lydia suppressed her thoughts and looked in the direction of her initial sight for a long time after Vigfortz left.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Ace. It was really rude of me to ask Vigfortz's apprentice, the son of a knight, to help me with something like this. It's just that I haven't been in touch with my family for a long time, and the academy doesn't allow us to contact the outside world, so I have no choice but to ask you for help."

The female student who was talking to Ace had a red face and lowered her head, not daring to look at the young man in front of her who had the slender and strong body of a knight and the bookish temperament of a warlock.

Ace had heard rumors before that the more powerful the sorceress was, the uglier she would be when she was young, because it was said that the chaotic magical energy in their bodies would disrupt their growth and cause deformities, and even lead to death if not controlled in time.

It was not known whether it was because her magic power was not that strong or because the chaotic energy in her body had been sorted out, but the female student in front of Ace looked extremely beautiful.

Facing the female student's thanks, Ace recalled the Earl's usual reactions when interacting with others, and the corners of his mouth began to curl up into a smile that was in accordance with etiquette and more sunny.

He said politely, "Elena, please just call me Ace, please. I am flattered by your thanks. I am so lucky to be able to study under Mr. Vigfortz. This is not my honor, but my responsibility.

I am lucky to be free, so seeing your suffering is particularly painful, and only by helping you can I ease my pain. "

Elena's face turned even redder. She had always been kept in seclusion at home, and had received closed-door education in Aretusa for several years. When had she ever seen such a kind man?

But after hearing what Ace said, she was a little unhappy: "Ace, you are too kind, but some people are not worthy of you doing this, such as Catherine. Boys like you are rare even in the upper class. You should cherish your feathers."

Ace smiled and listened attentively until Elena finished speaking, then he smiled and gently retorted: "Please don't say that, Elena. You are so beautiful that you should focus your attention on beautiful things. Katherine may be from the countryside and her appearance may be a little different from normal, but the magic in her body is the same as ours, and magic is above everything else."

"I do take care of my feathers, because you are all my wings!"

When Elena heard Ace praising her for being "beautiful", her face unconsciously turned red again. She muttered a few words softly and ran away without looking back.

Ace smiled nonchalantly, straightened his clothes, and waved hello to the sight that was looking at him timidly from behind the dormitory building.

After a while, a magic notebook was thrown down.

Ace flipped through the notes carefully. The first half of the notes contained small problems he had encountered in his studies, all of which were now answered in beautiful handwriting. In the second half of the notes, questions were written in the same beautiful handwriting, waiting for him to answer them.

"Thank you, Catherine." Ace knew that the girl was timid and didn't dare to speak out loud, so he had to use exaggerated lip movements to communicate. "I will look up books to answer these questions as soon as possible. See you at the old place in two days~"

The sight at the window paused for a moment, then disappeared.

Ace walked back happily, not noticing that gaze coming back and silently watching his back.

He walked with brisk steps, feeling the magical energy growing in his body, and marveled at the great power of the Earl countless times.

The power of a lion group is truly extraordinary. They can actually increase their strength by helping others. And these strictly managed Aresatu students have long been filled with various needs. As long as they get a little familiar with each other, they will not be shy about asking for help.

With such power and coming to such a place, as the Earl privately said - it's like a fish in water!

But the situation has started to get weird recently. The girls' requests have become more numerous and complicated. Girls like Elena need to be kept away because she starts to reject helping other girls - how can the requests for help from one person compare to those from all the girls in the academy?

As he walked, Ace took out the small notebook in his arms and began to arrange his schedule: he would go to Ms. Lydia to ask questions after returning, in the evening he would go to the fishermen to see if there were any new pearls, in the evening he would go to the back of Gastang Palace to practice dancing with Desorin, and tomorrow morning...

This is not a love story, it's all for the improvement of my own strength and future. I want to get to know as many sorceresses as possible for the Earl. Everything is for the future prosperity of Cintra!

When he thought of this, Ai was immediately filled with a sense of mission and pride.

Following the familiar road back to Viggofortz's laboratory, Ace opened the door and immediately saw Lydia drawing inside.

Ace knew she didn't come back often, but judging by the completion of the painting, Lydia had been here for a while.

"Ms. Lydia, I'm back."

Ace was not surprised that the sorceress who was painting did not respond. He walked slowly forward, kept a polite distance from Lydia, and looked at the sorceress and her painting.

To be honest, he couldn't understand paintings. His family background was just at the level of the aristocracy, which was not enough to cultivate his strong ability to appreciate art.

But he understood something else.

"Ms. Lydia, you have a new headdress today. It matches your hair color and your skin." Ace praised sincerely, "Any normal man who sees you will be attracted to you, I guarantee it."

Lydia kept moving her hands, and seemed to have gotten used to the way Ace spoke.

“Sometimes I think, your paintings are beautiful, but they can only express part of the beauty of your soul… Oops!”

Ace suddenly screamed, "Ms. Lydia, your hand is injured? Why are you still painting? Magic should be able to heal it. When will the teacher come back? If he sees it, he will definitely be worried."

Lydia stopped her hand, and there was indeed a burn on her hand that was painted, which was the remnant of the magic experiment.

And Viggofortz had just left, without using magic to treat her, without worrying about her, without even looking at her hands or her entire body.

The sorceress put away her drawing board and turned to look at Ace.

Ace had been practicing magic for a while and was familiar with the fluctuations of magic power. At this moment, he felt a slight tingling sensation on his skin, as if someone was pressing the surface of his body with an invisible hard brush.

He knew that the sorceress opposite him was trying to use mind reading on him, and this was not the first time.

Fortunately, the Earl had anticipated this situation when he decided to send me here to learn magic.

The magic amulet that Consultant Mossak and Ms. Triss had made together felt cold on his chest, inadvertently resisting the enemy's invasion. At the same time, his mind began to diverge according to the earl's instructions, confusing the other party's mind reading.

In fact, looking at Lydia's face, he didn't need to make much effort, his thoughts would naturally diverge:

This is such a beautiful lady... her paintings are beautiful, and she is even more beautiful... art is a window to the soul, and her heart must be beautiful... these are the qualities I want to have but am not capable of...

I don’t know what kind of outstanding man can win Ms. Lydia’s heart... No one can refuse Ms. Lydia... If you refuse, how blind you must be... What kind of bastard would have the heart to do that... It’s not worth it, it’s not worth it...

The tingling sensation disappeared after a brief contact with the skin. Lydia's face was shrouded in a magical phantom, and it was impossible to see the expression on her face.