After the teacher becomes a succubus

The place I am in is the countryside of Ansen Kingdom. The place is remote enough, but unfortunately the country is not suitable-this is also one of the big kingdoms that set Rachel as the most wanted level.My mentor is not doing well right now, and we'd better get out of here to avoid trouble.

He took me through many teleportation arrays and portals, and some short carriage rides and hiking were connected in the middle. In the end, I completely gave up judging where we were, and only began to concentrate on learning Rachel's escape and hiding skills .My ability to escape came from the streets, and I learned it without a teacher (but the pursuit of my former mentor did make this skill even better), so I didn't expect that there would be a chance to rebuild this skill under Rachel.

We ended up in a barren forest in a small country, where the magic is thin and there are no monsters in the forest. Only hunters are interested in this kind of place.There is a hermit hut in the forest, surrounded by useful but inconspicuous expulsion circles, the house is fairly spacious, and the laboratory is not satisfactory.

Put other ordinary mages and alchemists here, and most of them will be satisfied and feel that everything is good.But if Rachel were to use it, this temporary foothold would be sadly shabby, without even a golem.Mage auxiliary golems are surprisingly expensive, but they are the standard configuration in Rachel's laboratory.

When I became his apprentice, Rachel was already rich, and the Mage Tower was so luxurious that it could make Anson Mage Academy cry.For simple work, Rachel didn't like to do it himself, and he didn't want to use clumsy apprentices. For this reason, he even improved many golems that could use simple spells.He would force his apprentices to be his assistants only when he had to, such as now, such as when he first accepted me...

Stop!

Memories again, hell, the reunion with my former mentor made my past life replay eight hundred times a day in my mind, and I almost wondered if I was old.As a half-elf, I'm still quite young, in the prime of my life, and the sun is shining high at eight or nine o'clock, so it's all the fault of the revolving door mechanism.When I was with Rachel, even if my mind knew that I was safe and sound for a while, the death alarm in my head would go off [-] times a day.

Anyway, I'm starting to lay hands on Rachel.

Rachel studied the higher curse that fell on him. He came up with ideas, set up experimental protocols, and scribbled and changed in his notebook, while I was in charge of most of the hands-on parts.I have a little understanding of the devil's tricks, but it is far inferior to the best of the dark wizards. This kind of high-level magic experiment is hard enough to understand, not to mention stealing the teacher.Boring most of the time, Rachel worked with intense concentration, and the room was silent.

There is nothing to say about this part, I obediently acted as the dumb golem, and moved lightly, so as not to cause any disturbance to him.I do want to have fun, but having fun is about timing, and I know pretty well when it's okay to test the boundaries and when it's best not to say a word.It's one thing to have fun in time, but it's another to seek death.

Like I said, I'm a smart guy.

This is not to brag, my wit is obvious to all, and even Rachel has admitted it herself.Rachel can't tolerate fools, he can't be said to have a good temper, he will only tolerate smart people again and again.Of all the apprentices he was the most tolerant of me, of my needless chatter, of my clever tricks, of my petty offenses, and I think that speaks volumes.

At that time, he undoubtedly looked at me differently.

In my second year as a mage apprentice, and in the first year when Rachel brought me back to the tower, I participated in the trials of the apprentices.Carl, the oldest of our group of apprentices, fought against the most powerful Tamia. The former defeated the latter with deception, but Rachel sneered and shook his head amidst everyone's amazement, and said to the high-spirited Carl: " This kind of trick is to deceive Tamia, try Hyman instead? Oh, you will lose badly."

"He's just a low-level apprentice!" Carl said unconvinced.

"He won't be a junior apprentice forever," Rachel said, glancing at me and then at Carl and Tamia meaningfully.

Heyman will not always be a low-level apprentice, but your flexibility is limited to this, and it is difficult to improve-the implication is that every apprentice has an IQ above the passing line, so they can read it.These words were more than just a mockery, they offended all the apprentices present in one breath, and countless unkind eyes fell on me, making my scalp numb.

The two most dangerous looks came from Tamia, and the next game, unfortunately, was my turn to fight her.In the past, this self-proclaimed strongest person disdained to get serious with me, a rookie who just arrived, but after Rachel personally authenticated me...

A few hours later I woke up in the spell lab, with Rachel poking the hell bug out of my lungs not far away (Tamia the crazy woman).I managed to regain consciousness, regained my tongue, and cried bitterly to the instructor, begging him to stop playing this game.

"Which set?" He raised his eyebrows at me and said with interest.

"Tamiya is going to throw me into hell! Super performance!" I wailed, "You say such things and set me up as a target, just to inspire you good students in the ivory tower! I This poor old beginner..."

"Indeed." Rachel admitted without any objection, and briefly commented on the buff effect I had on the apprentices in the tower.Under my more and more mournful gaze, he suddenly smiled, that smile was rare without any irony, and it seemed a little gentle.

"But you didn't lose, the greasy technique at the end was used beautifully." He nodded in satisfaction, "I said 'this kind of thing' because I thought so. Hyman, good boy, you are the best of them all one of."

I was choked up, my mouth was dry, and all the slickness was dead, maybe because no one had ever believed me so firmly, maybe because of the way Rachel looked at me.Yes, of course, some people have praised me, they said Heyman, you have really fucking skillful hands—hmm, a pair of skillful hands that will be cut off by the owner or the guards at some point.They say Heyman, you're lucky asshole, you're born a thief, maybe you'll grow up to be a big thief, a big-money killer—what else?I'm a half-elf orphan left halfway, a street maggot that can be found everywhere, and will grow into all kinds of garbage in the future, if I don't become a nameless corpse before then.

And Rachel said, compared with those characters who grew up in the mage's tower without worrying about food and clothing, I was the best one, not because of shit luck, but because I was worth it.Rachel picked me up from the trash and said gems were born to shine.He is so powerful and wise, and his tone is so natural, so I, who was affirmed by him, must not be a scum.

His loving eyes seemed to be looking at something he loved, as if I was his best and sharpest knife.That look makes me tremble, makes my eye sockets hot, and I'm willing to go through fire and water for it.

Rachel always gave me the most dangerous and best chance, and believed that I could complete the task and survive after doing my best.Rachel never hesitated to praise me, and never concealed her preference for me, which indirectly caused me to live in dire straits in the tower for several years, and my ability to hide, heal, and attack spells also increased rapidly during these years .I'm happy with it, and proud of it.At that time, I was young and stupid, and I couldn't tell the difference between liking a knife and liking a person.

Time can teach people many things.

After half a month of our stay in this hermit's hut, the full moon is approaching.

In the backlash of the lustful lord, Rachel will be transformed into a succubus little by little, and every full moon night is the time for transformation.In addition to transforming his body into a succubus, during the transformation process he will continue to accept phantom erosion and will checks. If the check fails, the devil lord can take advantage of it.

I'm not worried about the will test at all. Rachel's spirit is as strong as steel, and the three views are self-contained. No spell can shake him.The protective measures he had prepared before were actually more than sufficient. I was poorly implicated by him, but he wanted to add another fuse.

When the night of transformation came, Rachel locked herself in the basement and ordered me to wait outside.With a root of grass in my mouth at the door, I weaved grass crickets in all kinds of boring ways, and after a few hours, I created a grass-leaf zoo.It's a pity that I can't find a place to set up a stall, otherwise I can get a lot of travel expenses.As I thought about it, I began to recall the small towns around the forest while casting a spell on the Blades of Grass Zoo.

In the third round of my cricket-fox scuffle, I started to feel that something wasn't quite right.

The transformation process only lasted a few hours at most. The moon had just risen when Rachel entered the room, but now it was almost morning.Even though I was absolutely certain that a mere transformation would not do anything to him, the Great Demon King, I still began to feel uneasy.

What if something happens and he dies again?If I just waited outside like this foolishly, waiting for him to tie me up and march towards hell, I would definitely die with regret.

I stood at the basement door and knocked regularly with my knuckles.Rachel's important rooms are all soundproofed, but there is a spell that can be used to call people outside the door (of course, if you disturb for no reason, you will die miserably).I tapped the signal for inquiry, and on the second round, the door opened.

It wasn't a spell that opened the door, but Rachel himself.His complexion was quite bad, with a sickly flush on the pale background. He was not wearing a black robe, but only wearing close-fitting clothing, and sweat seeped through the fabric.Rachel looked at me wearily, and asked what was the matter with his eyes, as if he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Before I knocked on the door, I was only holding dispensable doubts, maybe I wanted to harass him to take a look, but now my gossamer-like worries have grown thicker. "You've been in there for six hours," I said, "if I can help with anything..."

He scoffed and lifted his chin, obviously questioning how I could be of help.Well, now Rachel looks as difficult as usual, so energetic, don't worry.I raised my hands in surrender, signaling that I didn't intend to disturb, and was thinking about how to make a statement and exit.

At this moment, Rachel unexpectedly spoke.

"Phantom Corrosion has no effect on me," he said flatly, "so the Demon Lord is trying to attune me."

My jaw almost dropped to the floor.

It was surprising enough that Rachel would condescend to explain to me why it was taking so much time, but it paled in comparison to what he had to say.Coherence, um, to put it simply and bluntly, is that the devil lord pulls the consciousness of some people into his body or the body of the devil below him, so that the selected poor people experience the suffering that the devil regards as normal, so as to erode their consciousness , in insanity mistakenly believing himself to be the devil himself.This method is very effective in occasions that require a will check, but it is also very rare. After all, synchronous spells consume a lot of money for the caster, hurting others and hurting themselves. Rather, it was just to cause torture, out of deep hatred.

Being suppressed for nearly a hundred years by a human mage (Rachel probably wasn't even a legend when he did this) is really a big personal grievance for the devil lord.

In addition, the one who has a big feud with Rachel is still the Lord of Lust.

...I roughly understand what happened just now.