After the teacher becomes a succubus

The Tutalong royal family held a grand banquet to celebrate the return of the descendants of the "Emperor's eldest son".

The preparations for the banquet were carried out for three days, and on the fourth night, this unprecedentedly grand dinner was held in the palace.For a time, men and women in formal attire were everywhere, and important people from the entire Tutalong gathered here, casting all kinds of eyes on the newly joined members of the royal family.

The old king was in poor health, and left early after completing a short public speech and the enshrining ceremony of "Prince Rachel".His little granddaughter, the young Princess Angela, took on the role of guide and introducer, and was responsible for introducing the guests to Rachel.His Majesty the King's opening speech was full of respect for the "descendant of the eldest son of the emperor", and no one without eyes would provoke Rachel.I watched from a distance while I was holding the small cake. Rachel nodded occasionally in the crowd. Although her expression was cold, she couldn't see any signs of an outbreak.

Rachel obviously had a plan, and for that he was willing to put up with wasting time among a bunch of idiots (there were only a handful of people in the world who he didn't think were idiots).My teacher won't let my emotions interfere with his plan. I took a few glances and then looked away, not worrying about the black wizard's disagreement and killing him for the time being.

That being the case, enjoy the feast!

I walked through the gorgeous hall, looking around, watching thousands of candles lighting it up like daylight.Crystal lampshades and mirrors reflect candlelight, and the shadows of people and objects are lightly illuminated by the light from all directions.People rotated on the dance floor with their dance partners, and the court orchestra played dance music one by one. I wandered around the long table full of various foods, listening to the music, watching the dance, and eating with relish.

This is a palace dinner!Being able to hide and eat leisurely and without spending a dime, whether as a shady black-robed mage or a low-key troubadour, this experience is very valuable.

"This is the blue-horned rhino that is unique to Tutalong." A voice interrupted my comfortable time, "This distinguished guest must have never eaten it?"

I looked to the side, and an aristocrat with a fine mustache appeared in front of me holding red wine in his hand.I was chewing the beef-like rhino meat in my mouth, and I heard him say some clichés in that fancy aristocratic accent, introducing myself as Viscount Felton, and raised my chin reservedly throughout.

It seemed that this nobleman wanted to look down on me, but unfortunately, he was too tall to do this. After realizing this, I stood up straight calmly.

"In fact, my hometown is Tutalon, Lord Viscount." I said.

"Really?" Viscount Felton frowned suspiciously, and said casually, "Oh, common people can't eat it either."

It was not very polite to say it, and he didn't look like he was going to hide his contempt for me.Regardless of whether you are in the human kingdom or the elf residence, mixed blood will not please you, unless you have particularly powerful parents.However, being an orphan and growing up this big, I don't care about such flimsy malice at all.I just wonder why Viscount Felton came to me and showed such obvious contempt.

Rachel didn't introduce me specifically, and the people in the palace treated me as his companion. I lived in the palace in full glory, and the costumes for the banquet were provided by the royal family, which was also very elegant.It stands to reason that no aristocrat would inexplicably show embarrassment to another guest at a royal dinner, even if the other guest was an unfamiliar face, only in common people's knight novels would someone make trouble without thinking.There are a lot of eyes looking this way, and I'm not sure if Viscount Felton is a pawn who was pushed out.

"Today is the return day of His Royal Highness." Felton quickly changed the subject and raised his glass in Rachel's direction, "I heard that you returned with that Highness, may I ask, are you... ...?"

My teacher and I seem to be about the same age. Since he is declared to be a descendant of the "Emperor's eldest son", it cannot be said that we are a teacher-student relationship.I smiled at the Viscount and said, "We are friends."

"Friend?" Viscount Felton dragged his voice, "What a coincidence, how did you make friends with that Highness?"

"We met by chance, hit it off." I said nonsense, "Who can refuse a cold but kind person like His Royal Highness Rachel?"

I get goosebumps on the back of my neck, probably from Hades' resentment from Rachel's victims.

"Hehe, we met by chance?" the Viscount said angrily, "His Royal Highness Rachel must not know your true face?"

His tone became more explicit, the suspicion on his face gradually turned into certainty, and he hardly concealed his contempt anymore.The noble lord stared at me with burning eyes, as if he had confirmed something.

It was a ready-to-grab look, as if he had discovered who I was, or thought he had.

Whether it is me or Rachel, it is impossible to see through the real body.Except for me, everyone who has seen Rachel's true face has already gone to Hades.As long as he restrains his magic power and hides his aura well, even if he goes back to his hometown with his real name and face, he won't reveal his secrets. There are many people named Rachel in the world.I used to admire Rachel very much, and I even learned [-]% of his habit of hiding his head and showing his tail. Few people know what kind of face "Rachel's Blade" has.What's more, my face and temperament are far from those of my youth, even if my classmates come back to life, most of them won't recognize me.

So what did Lord Viscount "recognize"?

I turned my head and found some leftovers in the corner of my memory.A squat man with a moustache and a nobleman whose nostrils look at people, I seem to have seen such a person.Three years ago, after the auction in Angaso City, I acted as an insider and rescued a group of slaves from the rich.Among the sufferers who lost money and life, there seems to be such a person.

I've been working as a bard for over ten years, and as we all know, bards often have side jobs like liar, spy, thief, etc.Earn extra money by working with the adventure team... Cough, such things as cooperating with chivalry are of course in line with the career plan and professional ethics of the troubadour.

Viscount Felton was not a pawn used by others to test, he just recognized "criminals who once dressed up as bards and robbed noble property".The eyes cast here are more curious than full of deep meaning.What, just like when I doubted the maid before, I simply thought them too complicated.Tutalon's political system is quite strange, the House of Representatives and ministers are really in charge of the work, and the royal family and nobles are more like mascots.As a result, compared with other countries, the nobles and servants here are nothing but fools.

"If any of His Highness knows that he has been deceived..." Viscount Felton threatened, "How important is your 'friend'?"

I got a bit of a game mind, and in no time I figured out how to play tricks on him.But before I could speak, someone interrupted our conversation.

"At least it's more important than casual slander."

We all turned our heads in the other direction, and the Viscount hurriedly saluted.The eyes that fell on us soared, and Rachel and the princess walked towards us, bringing the attention of half the hall.

"Miss Felton, what happened here?" Princess Angela asked.

"Your Highness, I suspect that His Royal Highness may have been deceived!" Viscount Felton said, glaring at me, then turned his head and smiled at them again, "Please allow me to expose the true face of this evil liar!"

Princess Angela looked at Rachel in embarrassment, and when she saw his expressionless face, she nodded in agreement.The Viscount immediately heheed with confidence, and said: "At the auction three years ago, this filthy half-elf and a group of vicious criminals stole the goods I auctioned, so I had to participate in the auction again the next year! He was posing as a troubadour, under the pseudonym..."

I suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, that's what happened!" I clapped my hands and answered with a look of sudden realization, "I was also traveling in the south at that time, and I heard that an auction was robbed, and it was a big deal! Thirty sharks People, a hundred shark beads must add up to a lot of money, right? A ranger like me can't earn money as a mercenary in his life, and there are only two buyers who divide them up!"

The princess frowned, obviously not fond of auctioning off sharks.But the point is actually not here. I looked at the Viscount, hoping that he would realize my threat and shut up obediently.

However, I finished speaking in one breath, speaking so smoothly, it seemed that it exceeded Viscount Felton's thinking time.He opened his mouth with an angry look on his face, he didn't think about what I was talking about at all, he just pretended that I was guilty and changed the subject.

"This filthy half-elf mingled with the crowd posing as a troubadour!" he said haughtily as soon as I stopped. "I remember that face so well! He was... yes, he was Alias ​​Rachel!"

This is very embarrassing.

I was indeed guilty, but the direction of my guilt was completely different from what he thought.For his accusation, I can think of several ways to get rid of it easily, but I was exposed in front of my teacher as a cheat and still took his name, and in the seventh year of defection, I pretended that I didn't care at all...

Is it too late to say that I just picked a name at random?

Under Rachel's playful gaze, I realized that it was too late to say anything.

"What, Lord Viscount is the buyer?" I said, "I heard that a big businessman only bought fifty shark beads. Did Lord Viscount buy all the shark beads and the remaining shark beads by himself? ?”

"Of course!" the Viscount admitted unconsciously.

"Did you participate in the auction again in the second year? I heard that another Ye Mingzhu was stolen. What a pity." I said again.

"It's three!" the Viscount said angrily, "You bastards stole three of my crown night pearls, they are priceless!"

"My lord's territory is in West County, right?" I changed the subject.

Before the viscount could react, I quickly calculated the approximate average annual income and expenditure of the viscount's territory. When it came to the offerings that the viscount obtained in proportion, the market and auction prices of the shark beads, shark pearls, and crown night pearls.Although the goods that the viscount lord took are not unaffordable, they are just like ordinary people spending three years' salary to buy a bag, and they are by no means light and delicate.The aristocrats in Tutalong have little power, weak national strength and weak family wealth. Where did Viscount Felton get so much money to squander? It is really a question worth thinking about.

Only then did he realize what I was hinting at.The finance minister who was watching showed a thoughtful expression, the princess showed dissatisfaction, and the viscount blushed and turned pale, hesitating.I was about to make persistent efforts, strike while the iron is hot, and beat the dog in the water, to make him feel worse than me, but I saw Rachel frowned, and seemed to have exhausted his patience.

"The evidence is insufficient, let's stop here." He said with little interest.

"Yes, yes!" The Viscount quickly responded, instead of looking for trouble at the beginning, he smiled calmly, "You are naturally astute! Your friend..."

"I can't misjudge someone, and he's not my friend." Rachel said bluntly.

Teacher, give me some face, I smiled at him helplessly, and applied for a confession in the spiritual channel, but he ignored me.

People like me who know his habits are speechless, let alone the crowd who don't know his nature.The viscount looked dazed and couldn't react. The princess cleared her throat, and was about to say something to ease the atmosphere and break the silence.

"So," Rachel went on, "before you slander my lover, I advise you to use your brain."