After the teacher becomes a succubus

"I'll take care of that," Rachel whispered.

His tone was so cool and calm that I subconsciously stood up straighter.This tone means that he has made up his mind, he will do what he says, and he will not give up until he achieves his goal. Anyone or anything that stands in his way will be eradicated by all means.Normally, that means the whole thing is only a matter of time before it's done, and you never know what a persistent and powerful Dark wizard can do.

Rachel simply turned around, and the black robe drew a menacing arc behind her, and that familiar aura shocked me for a moment.I didn't react until he passed me by.

"Wait!" I yelled hastily, and trotted up to him, waving my hand to attract his attention, "You have to go to sleep!"

"I'm not sleepy anymore." Rachel frowned.

A mage finds that he can't cast spells accurately, and everyone will become energetic in a second.But this kind of spirit is like a pot of cold water forcibly lifting it. If you are physically and mentally exhausted, you will definitely be sleepy to the point of coma in the past.With Rachel's current momentum to use strong drugs, God knows what high-risk experiments will be done in violation of law and discipline.

I told him that sharpening a knife is not a mistake in chopping firewood, and that if you keep the green hills there, you will not be afraid of running out of firewood. I tried my best, but my mouth was dry.If there is no problem with the ability to cast spells, Rachel must be impatient to listen to my nonsense, and she left with a teleportation spell.But the consequences of teleportation deviations are not at the level of attack errors: if the hand slips and teleports directly to the devil's hometown, we have nowhere to cry.

I talked for a long time, and finally Rachel became sleepy again, and the fierce stare lost focus.He yawned, reluctantly agreed, and walked slowly to his bedroom.

Rachel's bedroom is horrific now, the acid has sunk deep into the floor and bed, and the traces of frost, lightning, and flame spells are thrown on the wall for free, like the teaching site of an elemental mage.In such a bedroom, probably only trolls with high magic resistance and big hearts can sleep peacefully.

The vulgar plot appeared in my mind again, due to the occupational disease of being a troubadour for many years.

Under normal circumstances, this room is not suitable for sleeping, and it should be when the two protagonists share a room and share a bed.Although it is difficult to convince Rachel not to fall asleep on the sofa in the living room, and it is even more difficult to convince him not to occupy my bed and drive me to the sofa, at least there is hope. development of.

But Rachel is a mage.

There is a kind of spell called Restoration, which works once and restores it like new.

You see, that's why mages don't like to appear in pulp fiction.

The heroine of a love story tells the hero that I am cold, and the hero doesn't take off his coat and doesn't go to hug her, but instead stands five steps away and waves his hand to keep him warm. Is it still romantic?A haunted castle in a thriller novel, where hideous ghosts whine, zombies bleeding from all over the seven orifices run all over the ground, and then the protagonist Necromancer rolls up his sleeves in joy and rushes forward. Is it still scary?For the undead, it's probably quite scary.

Rachel waved his hand, a flash of light flashed, and the remaining half of the bedroom collapsed.

Casting bias, spellcasting bias.

This is good, the archmage in the team had an accident, which is a once-in-a-lifetime event, and God helped me—that’s weird.Rachel stood still for two seconds, then turned her head and glanced at me, that expression made my heart jump wildly, as if I had returned to the examination room more than ten years ago.I didn't dare to make a mistake at this time, so I hurriedly started, the restoration operation flashed, and the bedroom was restored to its original state.

If an excellent mage disrupts the balance, if two excellent mages come together, this popular novel cannot be read. A good mage always has a way to deal with dramatic accidents.

Having said that, if I wasn't an excellent mage, the weeds on the grave would be several meters high now.If you want to escape from Rachel's hands and have a long-term intersection with him, you must first be a very strong mage, not just a mage.I admit that this statement is a bit extreme, but I am a mage.I am a mage and I am proud. I don’t have the self-confidence that the mage is the best in the world. How can I be a mage.

Rachel only slept for five hours. He jumped up amidst the chirping of the time-telling bird, and rushed to the basement again.I didn't stop him this time, and I couldn't stop him anyway.

It took less than a week to conduct research on the issue of "how to eliminate the biased influence of the half-succubus body on spellcasting".

A week later, Rachel found some kind of emergency method. Simply put, he used another interference spell, which had the opposite direction and the same intensity as the bloodline interference.He quickly translated theory into practice, and the practical effect was very good.

How should I put it, I realized once again that my mentor was a monster.

He subtly lacks common sense in the lives of ordinary people, and he dismisses some things that are considered details, but when it comes to magic research, Rachel is a real master.Some of his research focused on practicality, and some were very partial. None of the apprentices dared to say that they had fully inherited his mantle.As far as I know, the subject of "the possibility of magical creatures learning the magic system of mages" is also covered by Rachel, so this time, a solution can be found in such a short period of time.

Wherever Rachel's curiosity reaches, there are all his research directions.For the sake of his intellectual curiosity, he can do the most terrible or honorable things.I don't agree with him, but I admire him.

This cross-age research result can move the hearts of legendary mages. If it were other mages, they would probably be very excited to watch this process, and write long experimental records instead of simple descriptions like mine.But me, well, I'm a very unaggressive, atypical mage.

I'm a battle mage known as "the warrior of mages".

Among so many types of mages, the branch of battle mages has always been awkward. Many mages think that poor people who have no room for improvement in the field of magic will turn to melee combat-and it is true.However, I chose to take off the black robe and become a battle mage, neither because I encountered a bottleneck, nor to draw a line with my mentor, but simply because this profession is very suitable for me.I have the background to be a thief, I like to go out, I like to exercise, I have a good body, I like to cast spells, and I like to punch to the flesh.It's nice to keep one's brains out of intrigue once in a while.

Having said that, in fact, Rachel is not a typical mage. He pursues power, but he does not intend to use this power to accomplish any great cause.He pursues knowledge, but he doesn't devote all of himself to it. For example, if there is a chance to be compatible with the sea of ​​knowledge and give up his self to obtain all knowledge, Rachel will never do so.

Even without such an extreme example, it can be easily seen that Rachel is not a purely academic mage.

His many great researches are enough to make him welcomed by the White Tower. That neutral academic institution has the largest library in the world. As long as Rachel is willing to show a little bit of interest, they will definitely welcome him to join the world's most wanted.But Rachel never thought of doing it.The last time when the evil disaster spread, Rachel held back the army of devils for more than a month with her own strength, beating thousands of low-level monsters all the way to the generals, until they cried for their fathers and mothers, and finally had to change. The original direction of attack went to another country across the mountains.At that time, a large number of righteous people were greatly shocked, and they offered olive branches to persuade him to change his ways, claiming that they would support all his other researches as long as he stopped doing evil deeds.But Rachel shook her head.

"Guarding the main material plane? No, I'm just short of materials recently." My mentor sneered, "What's the benefit of joining you? I don't lack wealth, I don't need fame, and I can get whatever I lack. You have everything You can’t give it to me, but you plan to set rules for me, how ridiculous. I do what I want to do, if you want to crusade me, then come.”

Adventurers with big ambitions never win.

Rachel is on the most wanted list of almost all good factions, but a large-scale, joint crusade against him has never happened.There are many camps in this world, there are contradictions between good people and good people, and there are so many big villains that you can't fight them, so you have to deal with the most dangerous ones first.Rachel, the dark lord of the dead house who spends most of his time in the tower, is not as high priority as those colleagues who always want to destroy the world and rule the world.

Of course, even for a strong person like Rachel, even with the foundation of pre-research, it is not easy to come up with a contingency plan in such a short period of time.He has been very busy these past few days, and he has also sent me around. In addition to being an assistant, I also have to serve as emergency rations.

No, my advisor didn't put me in a lab like this or that, so he didn't have that hell time.Rachel just strode up to me when she was too hungry to stop work, grabbed my head and pulled it down, stuck her tongue in my mouth and started licking.

Forgive me for using such unromantic terms to describe kissing, but that's what happened, there's no room for embellishment.I feel like a bag of energy drinks, placed next to a researcher who forgets to eat and sleep. He sucks me when he is very hungry, and throws it away after sucking. It is so neat that I not only doubt my kissing skills, but also a little doubt about life.I wanted to complain to him about paying attention to rations and physical and mental health, but Rachel looked at me faintly and lost sight of all I wanted to say.

Anyone who lacks sleep is ill-tempered, and an ill-tempered person who lacks sleep...

I am a good young man who will not die.

Thanks to the magic gods, this dreadful week is finally over.

Rachel and I were relieved the night the research was successful.I was determined to get a good night's sleep tonight and go out to eat a good meal tomorrow, and Rachel decided to sleep eight hours at a time.We bid farewell to the laboratory in a friendly manner. After eating the last magic bun, I washed up and went to sleep with a beautiful ideal.

Half an hour later Rachel opened my bedroom door.