After the teacher becomes a succubus

The second before I open my hotel room, I'm a jovial amateur troubadour.I just flirted with the girl in the tavern, played a song on the organ, got a lot of praise, and ate a lot of money with the money I earned.If I had known what I would encounter when I opened the door, I would never have hummed a ditty and smacked my lips like a fool to crash into the spider's arms.

But from the moment I opened the door, it was beyond my control.

The moment I realized something was wrong, I activated the teleportation scroll, and the scroll was interrupted by the spell.In the short time since then, I have used all the fighting qualities of a mage, and I have come and gone with the uninvited guest in the room for more than a dozen rounds.Numerous former teammates and enemies have testified that Heyman has always been an excellent mage, but I am not prepared enough at this moment. I did not expect someone to wait for me here without touching the traps in the room... You know, two excellent mages In the battle between the two, the outcome is only a hair's breadth away.

A binding circle pinned me to the ground, with my face down and my butt up, I had to turn my head hard to keep my nose from being crushed to the floor.Although the posture is awkward, I am relieved in my heart. The binding spell means that everything has a turning point.The opponent still needs me, and as long as I don't get slaughtered all at once, I can always escape from this unlucky situation again, and finally turn defeat into victory.

"Look at you, Hyman, what an easy life has made of you," said the intruder.

Well, I'm dead.

He knelt down beside me, pinched my chin with his fingers, and turned my face to meet his gaze.The uninvited villain was dressed in a hooded black robe, his eyes glowing red in the darkened room.The characteristics of the black robe and red eyes can face nearly a hundred kinds of dangerous people and creatures. I would rather meet more than 90 other kinds, and I don’t want to see this face that can be recognized even when it is turned into ashes.

Rachel Cliff, a great figure who has made himself synonymous with dark wizards over the years.By the way, he is also my mentor, ex-mentor, the prefix of the past tense is placed before the word spell mentor, which is much more deadly than ex-boyfriend or ex-girlfriend.

My mind has already started the revolving door of life.

In my early teens, I was a street thief, walking the avenue to professional thieves, high-ranking gangsters, and famous rogues.Heyman was a free elf, no, half-elf, until all life planning ended in a fumble.A man dressed as a nobleman caught me straight, forced me to make a few very complicated gestures with him, and then praised me for my flexible hands.

I thought I met a pedophile, but it turned out that he was a mage who changed clothes and went out. That was my mentor and later the notorious black wizard Rachel.

All thieves know that people who wear robes should not be messed with, but who knew that a mage would dress up as an ordinary person?Since then, I have been with Rachel for more than ten years, and I have never seen him wearing anything other than a mage's robe. It can be seen that my luck is really shocking.

I am running around here speechless, and Rachel sneers across from me.His fingers began to move in the air, muttering words.It's frightening to think about a spell that an archmage like him has to linger on for so long, so I had to speed up my memory and skip straight to the results.

As a result, I ran away after being his apprentice for over ten years.

I may not be the strongest in the Apprentice Tower, but I am definitely the smartest one.Living as an orphan on the streets into my teens gave me a lot more insight than the foolish apprentices born in the tower could.They are loyal slaves or rigid careerists who can't see anything but the path given by the teacher, and I, in their words, am a deviant, deceiving teachers and destroying ancestors.

A group of black robes said that I was deviant and very humorous.

I'm a smart guy, so I got out of there alive.Not long after I left, none of the loyal or ambitious apprentices were sold to the devil by their mentors.I was the only ex-apprentice left of Rachel from now on, and he condescended to spend a year hunting me down—a whole year, with all his attention.The tutor is always very busy, and I am really flattered by the one-year attention. I have never enjoyed this kind of treatment when I was an apprentice.After a wonderful year of sightseeing in hell, it is said that the devil's side has come back, and my mentor finally found out that he wasted too much time on me, leaving only some familiars and killing orders to chase me down. me.

Nearly ten years have passed since then.

I dealt with batch after batch of people who came to hunt me down, killed those familiars, and prevented them from coming to the earth again for hundreds of years.My life is back on track, like every wanted criminal who hides his name and wanders around, living a wonderful and leisurely life.The last time I saw Rachel was three years ago, he was fighting a group of legendary adventurers in mid-air, and I watched from a distance for a while before rubbing the soles of my feet.The last time we had a conversation was five years ago, and we unfortunately bumped into each other in a ruin. I said, "Wow, long time no see, teacher!" He said, "You are here, ungrateful mouse."

The final record of surviving that frontal encounter, like my successful escape that year, should be placed in the heroic deeds exhibition hall.Seriously, they should have given me a title like "The Boy Who Lived Every Time" or something, I've survived the Dark Lord Rachel so many times!

Well, maybe I'm a little older than "boy".

Rachel made the last gesture, and I closed my eyes to die.

not dead.

He chuckled, a slow, playful laugh that always made me feel like an idiot in the past, and still does.I opened my eyes and saw flickering bands of light on our wrists, and after a brief thought I was quite startled.

When will a legendary black robe mage like Rachel use lengthy spells and gestures?

Either a terrifying forbidden spell, or a spell that is opposite to his own attributes.

"How did you survive until now, huh?" Rachel sarcastically said, "I began to suspect that your escape from me was all due to luck. Your vigilance and resistance are as weak as an apprentice."

"Because you used to be my teacher." I suppressed the doubts in my heart and complimented, there is no harm in saying good things when in the hands of others.

"I will always be your mentor, and I have taught you everything." Rachel said arrogantly, "Although I very much doubt whether you still have the ability to be useful now."

"Want to hear more about it?" I said.

I sought cooperation so straightforwardly that Rachel fell silent instead.The efficient instructor paused for a few seconds before explaining the situation.

One thing that needs to be explained is what a "Dark Wizard" really is.

A black wizard is not equal to a black-robed mage. The former is not necessarily stronger than the latter, but he must be more evil and good at killing than the latter.People call those mages who trade frequently with the devil dark wizards. These people walk a tightrope, and the devil has never been an honest and trustworthy businessman.The black wizard trades the creatures on the ground to the devil, and the exchange is difficult to stop. In the end, nine out of ten will lose themselves, and the rise is as fast as the fall.

But there are also those who take advantage of the devil in reverse, and Rachel is one of the best.

He does not eat or drink, and only needs half the sleep of ordinary people to restore his energy.In just a few decades, he quickly stepped into the legendary level with a human body, surpassing countless big figures who are hundreds of years old.He has been active for more than half a century, but he looks like a pale young man. From the first time I met Rachel to now, he has not aged at all.

I guessed that he had tricked the devil, but I didn't think that the truth was stronger than I thought.Rachel said he took advantage of Hell's civil war to hold down a lord-level devil somewhere as the source of his mana and eternal life.

It's a marvelous thing to do, a very great one, and a very dangerous one.The feat that may cause the flames of war to burn to the ground if you are not careful is no longer a mere word that can be summed up in a few words.

"The devil of the lord level came out?" I asked tremblingly.

"Not yet." Rachel said vaguely, "but the backlash has already begun. If the curse cannot be stopped before it is completed, I will become the projection of that devil and change places with it."

I took a sharp breath and said, "So that was really a soul-binding spell just now?!"

Rachel looked at me with a half-smile and said, "Yeah, I've improved. If I'm going to hell, you can't live."

The Soul Binding Curse originated from the white magic that people in love swear to live and die together.After Rachel's "improvement", although this thing is barely considered white magic, but the condition of love has been removed. When he was researching this thing, I was his assistant. Of course, the great black-robed mage can No interest in dealing with sticky couples.

Taking back the previous fluke, although I didn't die, my life is basically over.

"If you are helpless against the curse, I have no possibility to lift it!" I said with a bitter face, "Could it be that the teacher loves me so much that he insists on taking me away when he dies?"

"Of course you can't do better than me." Rachel said impatiently, "I just need you to watch over my transformation process and avoid any harassment of mosquitoes and flies during that time."

"You can stay in the wizard's tower the whole time, and several dragons can't break through it, if those dragons can find the location of the tower." I said.

"I have added spells against devils in all positions of the mage tower, but now the transformation has begun." Rachel said irritably, and took off the hood.

I looked at my mentor under the hood and my jaw dropped to the floor.

The backlash of the devil lord will turn him into a projection, and the human body cannot bear the devil, so the curse will gradually transform Rachel into a subordinate devil of the lord.For example, the demon master who is in charge of anger is the Balrog, and the devil directly subordinate to the gluttonous master is the Devourer.

I saw a pair of curved horns growing on his forehead. They are now only the thickness of a little finger, but there is no mistake for the strangely attractive spiral pattern.The pair of tiny horns that had just emerged blended perfectly with Rachel's pale face, and they fit so frighteningly.

"You cheated the lord of lust?!" I was dumbfounded.

My former mentor, the feared dark wizard Rachel, turned himself into a succubus.