I became a mage and was recruited by the lord as his son-in-law

"I don't have a book."

Bennett twitched his eyebrows: "Where's your book?"

"Still in the same room."

Looking at that self-righteous expression, Bennett thought of that room again, and more importantly, the smelly yellow and white skirt that looked like a rag at the door, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Helen also knew what he was laughing at. She gritted her teeth, tore the paper on the table into pieces, and threw them in Bennett's face.

Bennett laughed even more.

The servants brought the book, Bennett opened it and placed it in front of Helen.

"Are you and Aimee usually like this?"

"What does it look like?"

Helen looked at the books in front of her, her eyes dazed, and murmured to herself: "Nothing, she is so lucky."

"what?"

"Nothing, just go ahead and give your lesson."

Bennett really couldn't understand Helen's sudden temper, but he didn't care. She was just a psycho. He understood, he understood.

Continue teaching.

11 points.

"I have to go to the toilet."

"Hold it in."

After a while.

"I really have to go. I can't hold it back any longer."

Bennett then turned around to look at Helen, only to see her twisting her body as if there were ants crawling on her.

"Untie her! Untie her quickly."

The maids gathered around, but unfortunately the rope was so messy when it was tied that it was not so easy to untie. Maureen saw that Helen's face was turning purple, so she went out, got a knife, and cut the rope.

Unfortunately, it was too late and the whole house was filled with the smell of urine.

Looking at Helen entering the bathroom with a wooden face, Bennett felt a little frustrated.

The morning lecture ended here. Bennett left the room after asking the maid to open the window for ventilation.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Bennett came to the room again, and waiting for him was Helen lying motionless on the bed.

"Class begins."

"..."

"If you don't get up, I'll have the servants tie you up."

"You won't tie me up if I get up?"

"If you don't make trouble, I won't tie you up."

Finally, the depressed girl was coaxed to the desk. Bennett opened the book for her, acting like a servant to her master. The maids also left the room.

Unfortunately, the class was still a one-man show. Helen never responded to Bennett's lessons, nor did she take notes. Bennett turned the pages for her.

Time just passed by like this.

The next day, Bennett asked about yesterday's content, but he knew nothing about it.

It doesn’t matter, she wasn’t in the right state yesterday, I’ll say it again.

Repeat yesterday's content.

On the third day, he still didn't know the answer to any question.

It doesn’t matter, she may not have a good foundation and can’t accept it for a while.

Break down the knowledge points into parts and then explain them.

Day 4, it’s okay, she might be a little dumb.

Break the knowledge down and then talk about it.

Day ...

Day six...

On the seventh day, she had no intention of learning.

Bennett looked at Helen with a blank face, and the lies in his heart could no longer comfort him.

"What's going on, Helen? Are you a pig? Even if you are a pig, you should have learned it after so many days."

"Then find a pig and see if you can teach it."

She even dared to talk back.

The fire in Bennett's heart began to boil.

"Are you really a pig? Do you want to compete with pigs? Do I have to find a bowl of pig food for you?"

Helen raised her head, her eyes full of ignorant stubbornness.

"Go ahead. Did I stop you? You are not capable enough. Who do you blame? I am a student. Shouldn't a student ask the teacher if he cannot learn?"

"On which page of the book is the question I just asked?"

"what?"

“What page of the book is the stuff I teach?”

Helen turned her head away from him, her face still showing the same soft lines, but unfortunately in Bennett's eyes, it was just a donkey's face, stubborn and smelly.

"Before each lesson, I personally turn over the book for you. Have you read the contents?"

Helen's eyebrows drooped slightly, perhaps even she herself didn't know why she was like this or what she wanted.

Bennett was in no mood to observe her micro-expressions, nor was he in the mood to know what she was thinking. All his hard work over the past seven days had been wasted in the toilet.

"What do you want?"

"Why should I care? Why don't you just let me die?"

Hearing these words again, Bennett could no longer suppress his anger. He swung the dragon leather book in his hand and smashed it hard on the donkey's head.

The dragon leather book was very heavy and Bennett didn't have much strength, but he put all his strength into it.

The dragon scale scratched Helen's forehead, causing her pain. It felt like liquid had entered her left eye and her vision began to turn red. It was the first time in a few days that she looked directly at the man in front of her. His thin face was a little blurry, but she could feel the anger emanating from him.

Grievance, gloating? Or just a little panic.

She stared at Bennett blankly, her mouth opening and closing, unable to utter a word.

Looking at Helen's still dull expression, Bennett became furious. Thinking of his own eloquent monologue in the past few days, he could no longer hold back.

"I don't like you, Helen. Ever since the war, I have hated you, Rose Territory. If you were not the Lord, I would not want to accept you as my apprentice. I don't want to have anything to do with the people of Rose Territory."

Helen stared blankly at the collapsed Bennett. She felt more and more panicked. Tears mixed with the blood on her forehead dripped from her chin. She wanted to say something but didn't seem to know what to say.

Bennett didn't stop talking.

"Helen, ask yourself, have I ever let you down? You were standing in the cold wind shivering that night. Who agreed to your request against my principles? You wanted to worship my teacher as your teacher, but you looked down on me. Didn't I take you there myself? I have worked so hard these past few days, but have you listened to a word? I was afraid you wouldn't understand, so I explained it over and over again, and revised the lesson plans over and over again. Don't you see that? Even you have given up on yourself, but I am still helping you. After so long, even if you are a stone, you should have warmed up by now, right? What about you? Ah?"

These words once again stirred up Helen's wounds. She even got angry. She stood up and threw the book in front of her at Bennett, venting her anger:

"Did I ask you to teach me? You are a truth mage, and you can only carve weapon runes for cannon fodder. What's the use of what you teach? Can I become a truth mage like you? Can you teach me the Scourge Rune? Do you have the Scourge Rune? Have you ever seen the Scourge Rune? You country bumpkin, you are just a dog from a remote village. What are you barking about?"

After hearing this, Bennett picked up the dragon leather book again, and Helen quickly blocked her head.

But this time Bennett didn't hit her, but flipped through the dragon skin book in front of her.

A rune appeared before his eyes, and the magic power of the air began to spin and jump around the rune. Bennett dragged Helen's hair, pointed her head at the rune, and asked, "Look carefully, what is this?"

The blood from Helen's forehead dripped onto the rune, and the dragon skin was smoking. In front of her was the Calamity Rune. Just one look at it would bring to mind the scene of world destruction. This was a unique scene of the Calamity Rune. She knew that the princess had described it to her.

"Natural Scourge Rune, you have the Natural Scourge Rune, why haven't you made a breakthrough?"

"I've got something better."

Listening to the boy's arrogant words, Helen didn't know what to feel, ridicule, shock, or expectation.

Bennett threw her onto the chair, and with a flash of magic, the page of dragon skin was cut off and handed to Helen.

The thing in the boy's hand was what she had always dreamed of. Helen looked into his glowing blue eyes and wondered what was in them. At this moment, she felt an unprecedented panic.

"Now, am I qualified to teach you?"

"Why are you so nice to me?"

"I am your teacher."

Really? Helen knew what he meant, but she knew that she didn't want this answer.

"How long will you teach me?"

"When you surpass me."

He is so arrogant, Helen thought blankly.