After the teacher becomes a succubus

"Remember what you said?" Rachel said.

The voice of the teacher at this point in time brought me back from my memories.Back to the present, I am in my thirties, and I can no longer be caged in the robe by Rachel.When I turned my head to look at him, our eyes were at the same level. The guide who was as tall as a mountain in my memory was now a little shorter than me. Looking at him, I felt that his face was too young.

My teacher didn't rejuvenate, he just never grew old.When I was a teenager, I thought that face represented maturity and age, and when I got to this age, we were already like the same age-if I wasn't a half-elf, I might look older than him.It was emotional and somehow even more proud, as if he stopped to wait for me and I hurried to catch up, and the distance between us was not as remote as it used to be.

This sudden emotion turned around in my mind, and I began to think about the question Rachel gave me.I tried my best to remember, but I couldn't remember anything.Rachel's words and actions at that time were so impressive that other memories became blurred, like the stars can't be seen under the sun.I can't remember what I said at all.

"You say," Rachel pursed her lips, half annoyed and amused, "'Yes, I will'."

"What? It's too shameless!" I said in shock.

"Ashamed?" Rachel said coldly.

To be honest, a little bit.

It's like a child who claimed to "be a useful person and build a beautiful Erian" when he grew up and found himself a social salty fish waiting to be eaten - and this incident was also reported by his elementary school. The teacher took it out and expressed emotion at the class reunion 20 years later.I felt a little ashamed, but looking back, I don't regret it at all.

"Although I didn't beat you, the other part of me did it!" I said, "You said magic is doing whatever you want, so I followed my heart and used magic to pursue freedom."

I worked hard to learn magic, successfully used my superb skills and flexible thinking to escape from the hands of the dark wizard Rachel, and lived to this age, isn't this also a very remarkable thing?From the very beginning, I believed that magic is freedom, so restraining myself in order to learn magic is putting the cart before the horse.I successfully escaped from Rachel, and did not continue to pursue opportunities to beat him. I lived happily and freely, and it was also a manifestation of not forgetting my original intention.

Rachel looked at me speechlessly, and had nothing to say to my clever and cheating sophistry.I accept it as soon as I see it, and change the subject.

"By the way, sir," I said, "why did you make such a big fuss in the first place?"

"I just happened to be going home," Rachel said.

As if I had picked up a post office package on the way.

But no one does that with every package, and even if I'm a casual thing, I'm the most important thing in this bunch of insignificant objects... Well, it's like a tongue twister.To put it simply, if Rachel held such a grand welcome ceremony for every apprentice, there would be at least [-]% more fanatics in the tower who were willing to die for him, and [-]% fewer traitors.

"You don't take an apprentice like this every time you go out, do you?" I said.

"How often do you think I go out?" Rachel said.

Squatting at home so confidently made me forget what to say for a while.

"There are very few suitable apprentices in the places I go." He explained, "Tutalon can't teleport, and I need to go there in person. The chances of this are very small."

"'Little' is not unique." I said, "You also brought back the half-dragon."

As I said before, I have a classmate who is a half-dragon, and he is also an apprentice picked up by the mentor from a certain dragon civil strife.This incident was very famous, and Rachel got the title of "Dragon Slayer" (killing many purebred dragons) from it. That battle was also included in the textbooks of several wizard colleges as "how a wizard fights a dragon". The classic case of "group" is used in teaching.Among all the records, the half-dragon apprentice didn't occupy much space. Rachel simply knocked him unconscious and put it in the scroll. He definitely didn't take him to see the stars and the moon.

Well, I didn’t show it to me, but this is just a metaphor, just get it.

I think so, if Rachel, who doesn't mind being surrounded by crowds, plays this trick every time he recruits apprentices, he must have known it all over the world.This trick is better than the flute-playing kidnapper in fairy tales, and innocent children will definitely smash their heads trying to enter the tower.

"Are you finished?" Rachel said impatiently, "I can do whatever I want!"

I rubbed my nose and felt like a girl in Huaichun who asked my partner what he liked about me three times a day during the passionate period.

But the girl in love who never got a positive answer is too miserable!

Rachel has always favored me, and sometimes he is too direct to be unbearable, but he has always refused to answer all my questions about relationships, and he can't avoid answering with "I don't care about your shit".He was blank about it, even worse than sexually.When it comes to sexual intercourse, Rachel will at least describe and learn with a research attitude.

He avoids feelings, to be precise, avoids positive feelings, and I don't know if he doesn't realize it or refuses to think about it.It's odd that a lot of powerful magic has to do with positive emotions, even though it's mostly white magic.Rachel has no idea of ​​black and white magic. He likes research and pays attention to practicality. It is hard to imagine that he will be full of disdain and resistance to a certain genre of magic, and even refuse to understand it.

The carriage stopped before I could ask further questions.

This place has already entered Tutalong, and the caravan must be inspected to confirm that it is not carrying any contraband before entering it.The patrolmen will check the carriages one by one and take out the arrest warrants for comparison.In fact, this is just a cutscene. Whose wanted criminal will walk around with the face on the wanted warrant?Rachel and I sat in the same place, motionless as a mountain.On the one hand, none of us were wanted in Tutalong, and on the other hand, thanks to the loud noise and billowing black mist, none of the wanted warrants could draw Rachel's face.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and the guard poked his head in, took out the portrait, glanced at it briefly, and was about to nod and leave.

"Wait a minute." Rachel suddenly stopped him, "I have information about the first picture."

The guard froze, and so did I.

The first picture is not a wanted warrant, but a missing person notice, which has been posted for decades on the first column of the entry and notice board of Tu Talong.Anyone who knows the relevant information can go directly to the capital to meet the king and get a high reward, but if they lie, they will also be punished extremely severely.

On that piece of paper, the image of the eldest son of the emperor was preserved by photography.