After the teacher becomes a succubus

A maid showed me the way and put me in the guest room.She was still quite young, lively and lovely, and she couldn't help looking at my ears.In the past, maybe I would use my pointy ears as an opportunity to start a small talk.But at the moment, I have something on my mind and someone else, so the chat has a purpose.

"You look curious about me, miss," I said, catching yet another peek at her.

The maid was taken aback and apologized in a flurry, and I smiled back until she laughed embarrassedly too.

"It's okay, these protruding ears have been eye-catching since I was a child." I smiled, "There are not many half-elves in Tu Talon, thankfully I was not as handsome as I am now when I was young, so I was not taken away by human traffickers."

The maid covered her mouth and laughed, then opened her eyes slightly, and asked, "Were you born in Tutalong?"

"Birth? Well, I have to ask my mother, whom I have never met." I shrugged, "But as long as I can remember, I have lived on the streets of the capital. I have not returned here for such a long time, and I really miss it."

"That's right..." the maid said doubtfully, turning her head frequently, as if she wanted to say something but held back.

The corridor of the palace is very long, and there is still some way to the destination.Instead of urging her, I slowed down and concentrated on looking at the portraits in the aisle.Similar to nearby countries, Tutalong's royal palace also has many portraits of ancestors through the ages, as well as members of the royal family today.

"Is this the young His Majesty the Former King?" I asked, pointing to a painting.

There is an oil painting hanging in the picture frame, in the picture is a pair of young men and women in Chinese clothes.The man wearing the crown looks suave, more like a scholar than a king.That glamorous woman looks even more powerful, her presence in the picture is no less than that of the king, with the corners of her eyes raised, I can vaguely see the teacher's eyebrows.

"Yes, this is His Majesty the late King and His Majesty the Queen," the maid replied.

"You sound like them." I noticed her tone. "Have you seen them?"

"How come, I'm only 17 years old this year!" The maid quickly waved her hand, "But that's His Majesty the former king, he let Tu Talong get the protection of the temple and the mage, and no evil lunatics can come here from now on. And , and His Majesty the late king is still an infatuated husband, a loving father, he never married after the death of His Majesty the late king, he has been looking for the missing child..."

Speaking of the second half, the maid lowered her voice and adopted a tone of gossip about her boss, her words were more praiseworthy than the first half.I smiled at this naive and girlish speech, and said cooperatively: "Yes, I remember the missing person notice that will never be canceled on the bulletin board."

"It's such a pity that His Majesty the late King and His Majesty the Queen passed away without any news of their children." The maid said dejectedly, then shook her head and seemed cheered up again, "But now that His Highness has news, it's really great. alright!"

"Yes." I agreed, "As a citizen of Tutalon, I'm really happy about it."

I should only be conciliatory, not taking the initiative to speak, and deliberately dragging the topic thrown by the maid to my boring childhood life.After so many times, she finally couldn't help but asked directly: "Isn't that His Majesty really taken away by the elves?"

"What?" I laughed.

"That kind of elf who travels everywhere and is so kind!" the maid said expectantly. Once she opened her mouth, she asked the question in one breath. "Everyone thinks that the child of the late king can turn evil into good luck! More than 80 years ago, the palace Although there was chaos, no one saw the body. Some people said that he was taken away by a kind fairy. I think it must be an elf. It is said that Her Majesty the Queen knew an elf. It must be true. She is so beautiful... Are you really from From the forest of elves? I mean, uh, to escort the prince back?"

"Miss, I'm a half-elf." I shook my head and said, "The elves in the elf forest won't accommodate mixed blood."

"Yes, but that His Highness is human!" The maid said with excitement and expectation, "Your Highness has lived in the Forest of Elves for so many years, and has been blessed by the elves. Since then, he has remained young forever, and has had a relationship with the beautiful elves. Touching interracial love that gave birth to a half-elf!"

If I am drinking water at this time, I can spit out two meters away.

Even though I, as a troubadour who feeds on nonsense, have already seen the rich imagination of the masses, I still can't help but laugh at this young lady's imaginary content.I thought of those classmates who said sourly that I was the mentor's own son. Seeing the talented lady maid who was with me as a talented companion, I really wanted to correct my mistake: His Royal Highness lived in the dark mage tower for many years, and got Cursed by the devil, he has remained young ever since, and had a touching interracial love with a handsome half-elf, but unfortunately he couldn't give birth.

It's a pity that all the classmates died, and the maid can't say anything.

Tutalon's royal servants are also hereditary, and along the way, I used a little trick in the language to obtain some information.The maid's praise of the royal family's achievements is not very credible, but the gossip is more credible-the gossip about the former king's love for his wife and children.Her hesitant to speak is not because of any secret, but because of a strange gossip, which is really dumbfounding.

My hometown is Tutalong. I have lived in the capital for 11 years, but I am only familiar with the streets and alleys here, and I lack understanding and curiosity about the royal family. More than 20 years ago, the royal family was far away from a street orphan, and caring was useless.When I become Rachel's apprentice, the secular kingship is like weeds under my feet, not worth noting.Now, the royal family is worth paying attention to, because Rachel belongs here, because he chose to come here.

Rachel's younger brother, the old king, did not know of his existence, and Rachel obviously knew about it long ago, but he had no intention of admitting his relatives at all.He returned to his hometown at this cursed critical moment, definitely not for Ye Luo to return to his roots.I'm sure Rachel needs his blood relative, but I just don't know how to use him yet.

The only possibility I can think of at the moment is "use the bond of blood to keep him in the world", but according to the teacher's consistent style, I doubt that he will take such an uncontrollable route.

I dismissed the curious maid, waited in the guest room for a while, and finally came out.Rachel passed the test, and the king publicly announced the results of the decades-old missing persons notice, and the descendants of the "Emperor's eldest son" had returned.The king is quite sorry for lowering Rachel's seniority by several generations, but he has to consider people's psychological endurance, which is also to reduce the trouble caused by Rachel's return.

Rachel told me about this. He didn't say why the old king was so relieved about his youthful appearance, and I didn't have time to ask him what excuse he made up.When my teacher came to the guest room, he had already changed his clothes.

He was still dressed in black, not the black robe of a black robe mage, but a well-tailored noble dress. Tu Talon respected black.The narrow sleeves of the dress were tucked in at the waist, and I couldn't help but stare at him, not only because it flattered my figure, but also because it looked familiar.

Tutalon's aristocratic costumes are similar in style and have not changed in more than 20 years.My teacher still looks young, well-dressed, and handsome, just like the day we met.

The most wrong and right decision I made in my life was to reach out to a "undefended" nobleman.The hand that stretched out to the opponent's belt was grabbed, and the big fat sheep in my eyes turned his head and looked at me indifferently—even now that he has narrowly escaped from death in the hands of Rachel, the one when we first met Those few glances still rank among the top three in my "Ranking of Rachel's Scariest Moments".

Maybe No.1.

In any subsequent pursuit, Rachel's eyes were filled with cold anger, but this anger was not as cold as when he first saw her.When he tried to kill me, the traitor, it was all about me, someone Rachel wanted to kill, someone very important to him.And when we met for the first time, he looked down at me like an ant crawling across the upper of a shoe. I was nothing, and his life and death were only in his mind.The alarm bells in my head were screaming, and my back was covered with cold sweat, and I instinctively realized that the other party killed me like blowing away a speck of dust, without even a little emotion.

Then, he narrowed his eyes, as if thinking about something.Rachel let go of her hand and said, "Repeat my actions."

I did my best to repeat the gesture he made, and Rachel looked at it for a moment and nodded. "Come with me," he said, "From today onwards, I will be your mentor."

I have lived by looking at people's faces since I was a child, and observing words and expressions is almost instinctive.When he said that, the pressure went off my back and I knew I was temporarily out of danger.Not because of what he said, but because of his eyes—those lofty eyes that seemed to ignore everything, finally saw me.

For some reason, I suddenly found that I was a little bit arrogant.Even in my most wary and disheartened moments, I subconsciously believed that I meant at least something to Rachel.Love or hate, arrogance or possessiveness, whatever it is, he has his eyes on me.

I reach for Rachel's belt again, and he looks at me with a raised eyebrow, grabbing my wrist again.I laughed, and he frowned puzzled, and he seemed to understand after a while.

"I didn't know it was so nostalgic," he said.

Rachel's brows loosened, probably because she figured out what I was fooling about and stopped worrying.But I prefer to think of it as a Rachel smile, a kind of knowing smile that's not sarcastic, softened.Sometimes our minds are in opposite directions, but at other times, our hearts are indeed connected.

"I'm not hungry," Rachel said again, very nonchalantly, "no fuck."

Well, I withdrew my hand embarrassingly, lamenting in my heart: he is still emotionless.