After the teacher becomes a succubus

I don't remember what the robbers said then, but I'll never forget what Rachel said and did next.

"Tutalon has never been a 'forbidden place for mages', it's just limited." Rachel said, "The power of the barrier is the strongest in the country, and it gradually weakens outward. The strength here...is nothing more than that."

His hands protruded from the sleeves, and this was the second time I had a good look at them. They were pale and slender, and looked pampered, except that the nails were bruised—not ugly, but reminded me of the paint that the ladies put on their hands. rouge.When these slender hands moved, from a distance, they looked like white butterflies fluttering, which could be broken by a reckless man.When the robbers charged at him, I couldn't bear to watch.

The encirclement was already very small, and they were only a few steps away from Rachel.Seeing that the situation was not good, the bandit leader let out a roar, and a group of people rushed over with great momentum.For a while, tall adults were everywhere, brandishing sticks, knives and guns, howling ghosts and wolves, the mage and his hands were submerged in the torrent, and the butterflies were run over by rhinos.Suddenly, all sounds stopped abruptly, and I suspected that I was deaf, more likely crazy.

The flow of people who squeezed and engulfed me disappeared, and the dark crowd in front of me suddenly cleared up.I could see Rachel directly, with nothing in between.I looked at him blankly and didn't react for a while, until the blood dripped on my head.I looked up and saw a forest of corpses in midair.

The black silk thread fluttered in the air, passed through the robbers' bodies, and hung them in the air.I heard a subtle "sizzling" sound, like fine snow melting in the sun.That's right, it's melting.The siege of thousands of people was disintegrated in the blink of an eye, and the unstoppable thugs turned into corpses not long ago, and soon there were no corpses left.A thread slid down my stiff neck and licked the blood off my face.

In the past ten years or so, we have regarded the bandit group as dark clouds in the sky, and the behemoth that controlled my life in the past few days. Just like this, the whole army was wiped out.Before I could let go of my clenched fist, the battle was over.I had blind confidence in the mage, at least at that time I thought my prediction was optimistic enough and blind enough, but the fight between dragons and tigers I imagined did not happen at all, there was no big battle, like a giant dragon stepping on mosquitoes.

Rachel raised her hand, palm up.

He didn't wave or wave, he just raised his palm to a not-so-high height—about the same height as me.He looked at me and held out his hand, as if sure I would understand and comply.Indeed, I understood him the instant I saw him, and before I could figure it out, my legs were moving.I ran towards Rachel like a baby swallow in the forest.

Looking back, it doesn't make sense. Those bandits were terrifyingly powerful in my eyes. Isn't Rachel, who can kill them all in a moment, even more terrifying?But I ran towards him without thinking, my chest was full of unspeakable joy.I can't say it, but my expression must have given him a satisfactory answer. Rachel looked at me and smiled again.

"It's magic," he said.

"Magic..." I murmured, still panting from running, "this power..."

I know that people in robes are difficult to deal with. I have heard others and Rachel herself mention magic. It is only at this moment that I am really enlightened and vaguely aware of how powerful magic is.It was terrifying and all the more fascinating, a remarkable new world that radiated a deadly pull that made my blood boil.

"No," Rachel said, "it's not a weapon."

isn't it?Spells are the most powerful weapons I have ever seen.I thought so in my heart, but I didn't refute it, I just responded obediently.Rachel saw through my duplicity at a glance, shook her head and said, "Anyone who uses magic as a weapon can only be a killer, not a mage."

"What is the magic supposed to be?" I asked boldly.

"Magic can be many things," Rachel said, "such as..."

He put his hands on my shoulders and turned me around.I was thin and short back then, and he could easily hold me in his arms, like a hawk holding a chick.Rachel was against my back, her arms over my shoulders, her fingers twitching in front of me.

The ground beneath our feet rose.

"Magic is the hand that changes the world," he said.

The ground rose rumblingly, hills rose from the flats, and the new mountains lay beneath our feet.When Rachel raised his palm, the mountains appeared; when he pressed down, the river turned.My line of sight is raised and higher, and my vision expands and expands. The towering trees become grass under my feet, and the edge of the endless forest appears.There are traces of the town in the distance. It is a cloudy day. Many people light up their lamps early, and the lights from hundreds of miles away penetrate the gray dusk.The huge robber's den is like briquettes on the side of the road, and the street where I have struggled to survive for more than ten years is like a rat's gutter. Beyond that, the land is so vast and the world is so open.

When the clouds are close at hand and the mountains are no longer rising, our footsteps have not stopped.I screamed as my feet left the ground, and the cloud ran into my mouth.

Above the clouds, the setting sun is just right.

Clouds hide the sun, and we are above the clouds, and the sun shines brighter than gold.The high-altitude wind made the clouds flow endlessly, like sea waves, dyed golden red.This celestial ocean is so magnificent that I can't think of a suitable analogy.I stared greedily at the clouds and the sun, and if I hadn't covered my eyes with my hands, I might be blinded by the sun.

"Magic is the eye that sees through the fog," Rachel said.

Those cool hands left quickly, and when I opened my eyes again, I realized that he had not only interrupted my gaze just now.

Countless tiny light spots are suspended in the air, and words cannot describe their colors.The peacock's tail feathers cannot be compared with it, and the light of the sun and the moon is also inferior.I stretched out my hand subconsciously, but didn't touch anything, like a fool who beat a shadow.They passed through me, and they were in my hands, my hands shimmering, no, this is not light, this is not anything I have ever seen, this is not what I can describe.

This is magic.

This is what the mage's eye sees, this is what the caster perceives.Magic is so beautiful, so gracious, omnipresent, and all-encompassing.We descended and came below the sea of ​​clouds, and the world was completely different from before.I was dizzy, ashamed of my ignorance, ecstatic at my ignorance—how much there was still to see in a dull world I thought I had seen through!

"Magic..." Rachel paused.

Someone is coming, there is too much movement here, and Rachel has no intention of hiding it.The nearby garrison moved in to rescue the soldiers, and the members of the Mages Association stationed in Tutalong came in a hurry, and the Templars and priests were not far behind.I have never seen so many big men in my life, this formation is enough to scare the shit out of me a few days ago.But now, my teacher is standing behind me with his hands on my shoulders. I don't feel scared at all, and I even look forward to it for fear that the world will not be chaotic.

Rachel asked me, "Want to see dragons?"

I almost nodded my head off.

And so a long line cut through the air, and a crack was torn in the sky.The gap suddenly widened, and a head the size of a house protruded out. It had no flesh, was wrapped in black mist, and red light gleamed from its eye sockets.A huge dragon skeleton passed through the space crack, spread its huge wings, and flew to us.

"Bone Dragon!" Someone shouted in horror, "It's Rachel!"

"That Rachel?"

"Enemy of Light!"

It sounds like everyone knows him, and the greats of the past who were out of reach are panicked and on guard. "Rachel the Dragon Slayer." A mage asked cautiously, "What is your business in Tutalon? Association..."

"What will I do, and when will I report to you?" Rachel said with a smile.

At some point, his elegant attire had turned into a black robe, and the black mist enveloped him like a living creature, probably looking terrifying from the outside.I don't know, I'm inside the black mist, and the smoke that sticks to me is cold and soft, like silk.The black mist does not suffocate people, and the bone dragon's back does not hurt its butt.

The bone dragon flapped its wings, and the airflow made those around it unsteady.The warrior took up his weapon, the caster put up his defense, and the bone dragon turned around under the eyes of everyone, and flew back to the space gap.We passed through the thick layer of air, and in a moment Tutalon was gone, and all sounds were left behind.The gap closed behind us, and I saw a towering tower, floating in the void.

It is so huge, Bone Dragon is just a watchdog in front of it.It is a behemoth dormant in the dark night, a boundless iceberg under the water, and I can't see the top of the tower even when I look up until my neck is sore.But such a huge thing is also extremely exquisite. Countless arcane runes shroud the tower, and the lights of the entire Tutalon cannot decorate one-tenth of the tower.Magic shines on the tower, making it brilliant like a starry sky.

"Tell me," Rachel asked, "what is magic?"

He sounded quite calm, as if this big scene was no different from picking out a key to open the door.In the eyes of others, Rachel is absolutely extremely arrogant, he has the confidence to be arrogant.

Magic is the confidence of arrogance, and it can move mountains and seas with one hand.Magic is the ability to create a big scene at will, just to leave and take away an apprentice.Magic can go anywhere, no one can stop it, no one can stop it.magic……

"It's freedom," I said.

Rachel was taken aback, and the corners of her lips curled up.

"Yes, magic is whatever you want." He said, "As long as you can survive, one day, you will be better than me."