After the teacher becomes a succubus

"Blood relative?!" I yelled louder than before.

This time Rachel finally looked up at me and said angrily, "Are you stuck?"

I laughed dryly a few times, but still couldn't put away the shocked expression.

Before having to sleep with me, my dear mentor was an advanced virgin.Having said that, for a mage, it is not shocking to have offspring without a partner.Many evil spells require blood relatives as raw materials, and many of the forbidden spells can create blood descendants out of thin air. If Rachel said that he created a child for himself as a spare body, I would not be surprised at all.

"Not my descendants." Seeing what I was imagining, Rachel explained with rare kindness, "My parents were born in Tutaron."

My face that had just regained its calm was completely distorted again, and my jaw almost fell to the ground.

Rachel has parents?

It's scarier than him having kids, isn't it? !

In my mind, there was a Rachel and a female Rachel hugging the baby Rachel (scaled down, sorry I can’t imagine a childhood teacher), this picture is like five thunders, let me from the top of my head to the Heels are numb.Rachel maintains the appearance of being 30 or [-] years old all the year round, as if she was born in a magic factory, leaving the factory today and entering the tower tomorrow, completing the ineffective childhood and youth in a few days.Rachel has parents? !

By the gods of magic, this is so bizarre.Are his parents still alive?Isn't he already... well, I don't know how old Rachel is, he's obviously not the type to throw a birthday party.He is a "young" legendary mage, quite young for a legendary mage who is usually one or two hundred years old. No one knows his origin, only that he has been active for decades.If Rachel's parents were still alive...

"They're dead long ago, my brother is still alive." Rachel interrupted my wild dog-like train of thought, and rolled his huge eyes, "What are you still doing in a daze? Go and pack up!"

I put my chin back on, and obediently rolled to clean up.

In most cases, we can travel lightly, and teleportation can minimize the consumption during the journey.But if the destination is Tu Talon, we have to prepare something.We have to start from Anson and walk for a few days. Tutalong is a strange country that cannot be teleported.

On the Prime Material Plane, or in other words, this piece of land called Erian, there is almost no place that mages cannot teleport to.The only teleportation forbidden areas, except for the poor environment (space turbulence or dead magic area) that cause spells to fail, are man-made forbidden areas, such as temples of powerful gods, the headquarters of the Mage Association, druid holy places...all have money Powerful.Tutalon is the only exception. This small place with no money and no power has become a forbidden area for teleportation, thanks to its neighbors.

The environment of the chalk plain is dangerous, and there is a large group of hell worshipers hidden in the deep mountains and old forests——[-]% of them are cultists with sick brains and [-]% of them are especially crazy black wizards.These lunatics have turned the chalk plains into a hornet's nest that no one wants to touch, and decades ago, they had blatantly invaded Tu Talong and attacked the royal family. "Not intervening in the succession of secular kingship" is the default unspoken rule of professionals. This war of aggression, which was sent directly to the core area of ​​the capital, caused panic and public outrage.The believers of the God of Justice, the Mages Association and the army of the Anson Kingdom joined hands to repel the invasion and set up the famous Tutalong protective net. After that, Tutalong could no longer teleport.

Only a small country like Tutalong can achieve the feat of the restricted area of ​​the whole country.

I put away a lot of curiosities for the time being, prepared my luggage, teleported to Anson Kingdom with Rachel, then rented a carriage, and followed the caravan to Tutalong.Before we set off, he had a big fight with me, and made it clear that he didn't plan to play car shock on the way.I regretted it, but when we were on the way, I didn't have time to think about it.

The last time I came here, it seemed to be when I was earning travel expenses with some mercenary friend.The last time I was here with Rachel was over 20 years ago.It's unbelievable to think about it, Tuvalon is also Rachel's hometown, if he didn't say it, who would have guessed it?

I frequently opened the curtains in the carriage and stuck my head out, trying to find some familiar things from my memory.Since I was able to leave the Tower alone, Rachel has never prevented me from going back to my hometown; after my defection, I have been here more than once.I've never suffered from homesickness, it's just that revisiting old places is always complicated.Rachel closed her eyes in the carriage and rested her mind. She didn't stop me from looking around, and she didn't intend to take a look at the motherland ahead.

"Look!" I pointed to the hill that was getting closer, "Teacher, do you have any impression of this place?"

He opened his eyelids and looked in the direction I pointed, then glanced at me again, and said, "The place where you ran away for the first time."

I immediately slapped haha ​​and passed.

I didn't expect Rachel to remember this, I almost forgot about it.In other words, the focus of memory is different. I clearly remember what happened later, but I don't remember the cause of that event.

Rachel didn't remember that the half-elf cub wanted to eat, and I was taken away by him, not fed, and almost starved to death.When he rescued me, I had concluded that the other party was a stingy slave owner and was ready to run away.When everyone was young, the 11-year-old street thief had never heard of Rachel, and he knew little about the power of mages, so he naively thought he ran away.While he was negotiating with others, I rubbed the soles of my feet with oil, and ran to the border area of ​​Tu Talong in a panic, but unfortunately, I was caught by the bandit group.

Tutalon is a small country with weak national strength. The bigwigs who need it will spend huge sums of money to build a teleportation restricted area, but they will not care about the poverty and chaos here.The gang of pickpockets in the city controls all the vagrants on the streets, and the gang of robbers outside the city is even more vicious.They have never had any rules not to hurt the elderly and children, it is better to say that they are more cruel to the weak.My fellow traveler on the way to escape died under the knife of the robbers. I struggled to save my life and was taken back to the den of thieves.

The so-called joining the gang was actually just being taken back to work as a child laborer, and his status was not much different from that of a slave.My ability to save my life depends on my quick wit and sharp tongue, but my so-called ingenuity can only make me a better-paid slave.

As soon as I stepped out of the tiger's mouth and into the wolf's den, I couldn't help but fell into a deep confusion.I began to doubt my choice, was it really right to run away from that mage?But if you don't escape, it seems that you will starve to death.Being taken away has an uncertain future, staying on the street hungry for a full meal, and being trapped in a robber's den is in danger. It seems that no matter which choice you choose, you can't see the future.As if I was born to be destined, I don't know if my struggle is meaningful, and I can't even imagine a good ending.

Then, someone came.

The bandit group that trapped me is one of the best in Tutalong. There are thousands of people in the base camp, with swords and horses and many professionals.Such a large-scale and powerful den of thieves was beaten up.Everyone was in a commotion that day, and a minion like me was also armed and driven to make a scene.The little leader running ahead bluffed in disbelief, because there was only one enemy who broke through the mountain gate.

It was a well-dressed man, unarmed, weak in appearance, with his hands in his sleeves. When I saw him from a distance, my heart beat wildly.I recognized that person as the mage who took me away. He stood in the circle of robbers with a calm expression.

"Go away, spellcaster!" The bandit leader shouted, "Don't think that blowing up a few stones can bluff, this is Tutalong! If you dare to kill, the Templar pattern will hang you immediately!"

"I'll just say it for the last time." The frail mage said softly, his voice ringing in everyone's ears, "Brown hair, blue eyes, 11-year-old half-elf...give him back to me."

He's talking about me.

I could barely breathe, and the myriad of thoughts and emotions made it hard for me to even think.I never expected this, really.I knew that my life was worthless, even if I fell into a den of robbers, no one would come to me——for the past 11 years, I was a self-reliant loach in the mud, desperately looking for an exit, what else could I do Sample?I didn't think that someone would really fish me out, and I did it twice.Someone came for me, like a daydream.

I still had a bit of sanity left and knew I couldn't answer aloud.I bit my lower lip, secretly picked up a stone, and threw it at a horse not far away.I threw it very accurately, and the startled horse kicked up its hooves, which startled many people. This movement was enough to make the people in the confrontation look in this direction.I took advantage of the chaos and changed positions, climbed to a high place, and prayed that the mage himself could be seen by the mage.Ecstasy and fear tormented me in turn. I stretched my neck desperately, afraid that he would leave if he couldn't see me.

Rachel's gaze met me from a distance, and he laughed.

It would be months before I knew how easily a mage could track down a runaway imp, and Rachel knew I was there, accurate to the centimeter.He smiled not because he found me, but because I was trying so hard to get back to him.The pleasing mage smiled, benevolently letting go of my failure.