After the teacher becomes a succubus

I lay on the floor of the experiment for a long time before I got up. I felt a little cold and hurt—my stomach hurt from laughing, and my palm just accidentally pressed a piece of glassware.I suck the blood and shards of glass off my hands, remembering that I haven't had a shower or a meal yet.

Alas, it's all accidents.

Rachel returned to her bedroom and presumably began to pack her things.Bloodsworns have another very disturbing attribute. When they die, bloodsworns who have the same target as blood feuds can sense each other.The other Bloodsworn who came for Rachel could sense where this Edward died. For these crazy hounds whose daily life was running around looking for enemies all over the world, they would not let go of any possibility.

The hermit's hut had to be abandoned.

It stands to reason that it would be more convenient to clean up from the laboratory. Rachel left here, probably because it would be a shame for him to stare at me here when I refused to answer obediently.It's all right for the big devil to leave in a huff if he can't achieve his goal, how embarrassing it is to stay where he is.I walked upstairs slowly, passing by the sundries, blood and corpses, and wondered absently whether this was a milestone of progress.

I mean, even if I didn't answer Rachel's question, he didn't try to cast a spell on me to do so.As I said before, although Rachel is a rare dark wizard who doesn't like to read brains, except during torture.It's a miracle that he actually respects his students who hesitate to talk to him.It is also possible that the current situation is special, and he is temporarily not sure that he can beat me to the ground quickly under the premise of saving my life.

I will fight desperately.

Still, realizing that "I'm going to fight like hell for this" is a great improvement.

Thinking about it carefully, it's not that I can't say a word, I just don't want to discuss this issue in depth.And the best way to refuse an in-depth discussion with Rachel is not to say a word at the beginning, otherwise he will probably try to get to the bottom of it and mercilessly dig out everything from you, be it information or your emotions , what you are willing to disclose and what you do not want to be known by others, are all displayed in broad daylight.Although I haven't encountered it, I have watched other unlucky ghosts.When it only caused hurt on the emotional level, Rachel never showed mercy, he didn't know the depth...or he knew the depth, but he just didn't care.

In his eyes, emotions are just redundant to survive.

I didn't leave Rachel because I had an epiphany that I was doing something bad. Ashamed to say, I ran away only for myself.Rachel really had a profound influence on me. Before he ran away, his orders were my motivation. His way of thinking lived in my head and mixed with my own thoughts. At that time, there was no such thing as good and evil. meaning, let alone "leaving him because of conscience discovery".

What the apprentice Heyman saw, heard, thought, and thought were all covered by Rachel's ghost. Even when he left the tower to complete some tasks, there was still a barrier between him and the world.At that time, I had a sense of superiority that I didn't realize, and my impression of everything outside the tower was like the impression of a celestial creature on the existence of the main material plane.It wasn't until years of being on the run in anonymity that I really felt part of the world and figured out what Rachel thought and what I really saw.

That's when I realized that evil never made me happy.

After several years of confusion and trying, I found my own position. I realized that I am a free egoist. I don’t hesitate to do harm to others and benefit myself. I don’t feel any heart-wrenching guilt, but I prefer to do something nice if I can.I have determined what kind of person I am, and I am no longer hesitant and depressed.The shackles no longer exist, the sea and the sky outside the door, the world is vast and wonderful, what can't be done?Once you think about it, life becomes very pleasant.

I looked away, but Rachel didn't.

Everything about me was once held in his hands, from life to emotions, nothing could be avoided.Like the shadow on the ground to the sun that illuminates the shadow, no matter how the shadow struggles on the ground and chases in vain, the sun will always follow its own track, high above and unaffected—even when I am out of this situation and After the state of mind, I still look at the master-student relationship in the same way.But things are unpredictable. When our unhealthy master and apprentice had another chance to face each other without busy killing each other, I was stunned to find that Rachel was not affected, he obviously had a grudge against me , Never forget.

This is enough for me to laugh for another ten minutes.

"Go." Rachel appeared at the door again, raised his chin to the ground, "Take it."

He meant the priest's body.

We left the hermit's hut a few minutes later, and flames erupted from the house, destroying everything, including the remaining body of the Bloodsworn.This unnatural flame will not die down until it consumes everything in the forest.

All the notes and materials are in the space bag, Rachel's hands are empty, and I hold the poor girl's body.It was the experimental material he needed. He asked me to hold it, and I held it, too lazy to ask whether it was because the interspatial bag would have some unwanted effects on the corpse, or he just wanted me to do it.The cold blood of the priest smeared on the clothes on my chest, mixed with the aftereffects of the previous freezing spell, making me want to take a hot bath even more.

"What are you thinking?" he said suddenly.

"Sofa bed." I sighed and stuffed back the viscera that was about to fall out of the corpse, "I just bought it not long ago, I should have slept a few more times earlier."

"Then why don't you take it?" he said.

"That's right!" I echoed, "I'll buy another one next time, teacher, will you reimburse me?"

Rachel didn't bother to talk to me.

I feel sorry for the sofa bed I just bought, but Rachel doesn't feel sorry for the house at all.The real mage never looked back at the fire spell, and he walked without looking back. Late that night, he took me to another safe house.

I'm not surprised that Rachel can figure out a dozen places to stay around the world, because he's far-sighted and super rich.Of course, the guy who went to rob the dragon when he was short of money would not mind buying a few more properties for himself.The only thing worth mentioning is that the internal structure of the second cabin is very similar to the previous hermit cabin, like a chain hotel, with a laboratory and two bedrooms.

A lab is standard, and the two-bedroom thing is a little creepy.I wish Rachel just happened to settle on another safehouse with two bedrooms instead of every safehouse having two bedrooms.Otherwise, who is the extra bedroom for?

As we all know, Rachel has no companions.

The little troubles brought by the Bloodsworn and his companions were completely wiped out within a few hours, and the whole thing was just a small episode for Rachel.By the time I stepped through the gates of the new safe house, my mentor had returned to normal, as if neither the attack nor my non-cooperation had ever happened.

My stomach chattered at me, claiming that it should never have another magic bun after a long day of neglect.I patted my stomach in the hard-earned hot bath, it was really spoiled, when was it not a magic bun when I was an apprentice?But I'm a good half-elf with good sense, and we haggled for a long time, and finally it convinced me that I was ready to go out.

As soon as I opened the bathroom door, Rachel was standing outside.

The hem of his black robe is still swaying, he just came here from elsewhere and stood still, counting on me to come out at this time-people who hurry up like Rachel never like to wait.I was still thinking about roasted elbows and ale, but I didn't realize it for a while, only showing a hasty smile.

"Go to bed," Rachel said.

Ah, a good straight shot, now I'd rather he keep dawdling for a while and come back again.I wanted to explain the fact that the half-elf youth needed to eat, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he was stuffed with a mouthful of magic bread.

I swallowed hard and said, "How many hours have I held the dead body today?"

"So?" Rachel said.

Well, it would be strange for him to calculate this.

"I'm hungry." I said.

"Because you held the corpse for several hours?" He raised his eyebrows.

"No, no, no, that's two different things," I said. "It's going to affect my work and prevent me from performing to the level that you're happy with."

"You want to eat?" Rachel said.

"Yeah, you should at least treat me to dinner." I simply messed around, "It's a basic courtesy to invite someone to sleep with..."

I fell back naked on the bathroom floor again, the rigid spell bound my body, and the hard tiles kissed the back of my head like a sap, almost knocking me out.A bare foot rests on my chest, and in my dizzy vision, in the mist that lingers in the bathroom, I see Rachel's sinister smile.

"You still want me to treat you to dinner, after you skipped my rations last night?" he said.

My heart skipped a beat at the word "rations," and the feel of that foot on my chest—even though it sounded like some sort of queer group to say it—made my mind jump inappropriately.I had to try hard to think about the savory pork knuckle, and the vivid imagination made my stomach sing, which fully reflected my attitude.

"Guess what?" Rachel said calmly, her kindness was a little frightening, as if things were turning against each other, "Since I know at least a dozen spells that can make people die from ejaculation, when I need something, I don't need your cooperation. "