After the teacher becomes a succubus

When the party was over, Rachel and I went into his room.As expected, there was an extra set of toiletries, and an extra pillow on his big bed that could have partyed three or four people.

The small adjustments made by the royal family are very considerate, but it is a pity that I failed to personally repay their royal highness.Rachel grimly pushed my chin away, showered, and went to bed.Tu Talong's location is special, and the country has close monitoring of spellcasting. He has no plans to conduct experiments at the core of the monitoring network for the time being.My teacher slept on the left side of the big bed, and I took it as a tacit consent and slept on the right side of the bed.

The night was peaceful, and the next morning, the attendant brought the king's invitation, asking Rachel to have breakfast with him.

The valet didn't come early, taking into account the hangover and the night of debauchery.I gave Rachel a sad look, regretting that we wasted such thoughtfulness.He made no response to this, but ordered me to pack up and go with him.

"Isn't that good?" I said.

"They didn't say no," Rachel said.

"The king may just want to meet his brother alone." I gently reminded, "Generally speaking, outsiders are not invited to join this kind of family banquet."

"Are you an outsider?" Rachel looked at me with a half-smile, as if she was complacent about yesterday's foresight.

Well, I am not an outsider, I am an insider, His Royal Highness Rachel has publicly announced.I don't have much hope for the teacher's social common sense. Going with him will make it easier to lie and save me from being suddenly attacked again.

When we entered the restaurant together, there were three sets of cutlery set on the table, but one of them was placed asymmetrically, probably in a hurry, and I didn't realize in advance that I would be involved.His Majesty the King is well-bred, even though he was troubled by this, he did not show dissatisfaction at all.He nodded and greeted us with a warm smile.

"I'm glad to see you two are so energetic." The old king said, "Are you still used to living these few days?"

"Yes, thanks for the hospitality." Rachel said politely.

The old king nodded with a smile, and after a while, the smile showed a bit of bitterness again. "Please don't be so polite." He sighed, "This is your home. Before my mother passed away..."

Halfway through his speech, he looked at me hesitantly.Rachel understood what he meant and said, "He knows."

The king relaxed and smiled a lot. "It's really great!" He said with emotion, "Our parents were so close and trusted each other."

I kept a reserved smile, noncommittal to his miraculous conclusion.

"I still remember how they got along, even after so many years." The king said, "In the 40 years after the death of the mother, the father has never been close to any woman. He always said that family is family... Destiny does not treat us. Not kind, but I don't think there could be a more perfect family than this."

The previous queen, Rachel's mother, died very young.

The old king talked intermittently about their parents, and the couple in the portrait had a happy and regrettable Cinderella story.The beautiful commoner woman falls in love with the traveling king, who breaks through many obstacles and marries the former as queen.Their marriage was happy and happy, but disaster happened shortly after the birth of their eldest son.They kept searching, and before the second son came of age, the sad queen died.

The former king lived quite a long time, and his longevity made for a good talk of infatuation.The king, who insisted on marrying commoners, never chose a second queen. For more than 40 years of pure heart and asceticism, it is very scary to think about it.

At this moment, I figured out something, which solved a long-standing mystery.

The king's death must have been well known throughout the country, but I don't remember much, because something else overshadowed the memory of the king's funeral.The previous king died more than 20 years ago, and Rachel became my mentor in that year.

That's why, the dark wizard who stayed in the mage's tower all the year round will come to a country where teleportation is not possible and spellcasting is monitored.The first time I met Rachel, she didn't wear a black robe, but was dressed like a nobleman.I don't know if the previous king met his eldest son who had been missing for many years before he passed away, but the fact that Rachel would return at that time is definitely significant.

Rachel seldom goes out, and there are very few suitable apprentices in the places he goes. It is rare for him to go to a place that cannot be teleported. He met me and I met him. What a coincidence.If the previous king hadn't died that year, I wouldn't have met a down-to-earth dark wizard then and there, and my whole life would have been different.Looking back now, it’s as if I took off the blindfold and looked back, and found that I walked across the single-plank bridge over the abyss with my eyes closed. I was grateful and scared.

And when I say it is of great significance, I am not just talking about probability issues.

Our encounter is a matter of chance, but the fact that "Rachel returns from the funeral" is a matter of causality.Since returning to Tutalong to recognize his relatives, he has been acting quite cold and full of calculations, as if he doesn't care about his relatives, and everything is just to get rid of the devil's curse.However, when his father passed away, nothing could force Rachel to return.

The ruthless dark wizard did return home for his father's funeral.

I was happy, even though I didn't know the king at all, and I didn't feel much for all of Rachel's relatives.

As an aside, when I was running around as a troubadour, stories of good guys were as popular as bad guys.Many people like that special villain, it is best to be as cold as winter to others, and warm as spring to lovers only.The cruelty of this double standard makes people imagine, even fascinated.Nothing, privilege, everyone likes it.But why don't they think about it, if a ruthless person who has no psychological barriers to murder and set fire to others today, changes his mind tomorrow, will he be equally cruel to you?

If Rachel cared about family affection, I would sincerely applaud for that.It lifts me up and allows me to see a brighter light.

Throughout breakfast, Rachel's younger brother babbled on about family members, throwing occasional questions about Rachel's life without getting annoyed.Compared with the group of nobles who were talking in the same way at the banquet last night, the king's words were much more sincere and close, and he was more like facing his family.

"There's something I wish I could show you," he said.

After breakfast, the king stood up and took us to another part of the palace.

We walked up many steps and climbed all the way to the East Tower.There are quite a few stairs, and the old man has difficulty moving. He is out of breath but has no intention of stopping. He is determined to take Rachel up.We climbed to the top of the castle, opened the door, and the tower room was bright as new, with a cradle by the window.

"This is the queen mother's room." The old king panted and looked into the room with nostalgia.

It can be seen that this is a mother's room.Beyond the valance lies a fine and comfortable crib, and the bed inside the cradle looks fluffy and snug enough for a child in no time.I looked around this not-so-small room, seeing desks, bookcases, and toys.

"This used to be your room." The king smiled sadly, pointing to the crib, "The queen said, you used to sleep there, and you liked to look out of the window. Then there was an accident, and the queen lived here. Hope you can come back one day."

There are small cribs with wind chime-shaped toys hanging from them.There are clothes in different sizes in the closet, small ones are suitable for children of a few years old, and large ones are suitable for teenagers.There are paper and pencils on the desk, and books in the bookcase. I took a quick glance and saw that some of the books were simple and some were profound. There were textbooks about countries and etiquette, and there were also interesting picture books.

The mother here must have been waiting for a long time.

"After my mother passed away, my father kept this room. After my father passed away, I will maintain it, even though my missing brother has long passed the age of needing this room." The king caressed the desk and looked up at Lei Xie Er, "Although we only met in real life a few days ago, brother, please believe that I have been looking forward to your return for a long time, please believe that our parents have always missed you."

Rachel was silent.

The king didn't break the silence, he didn't intend to ask for any answer, but just wanted to show the room to its owner who had left it for many years.After this exchange and climbing, the old man has shown signs of fatigue.He sat down in a chair and thoughtfully let us go first.

Rachel remained silent, as if thinking about something.I hold my breath and try to minimize the sense of existence, so as not to interfere with his emotions at the moment.I'm an orphan, but I can't help being touched by this morning's exchange and room.I don't know what Rachel is thinking, I just hope that the result of his thinking can develop in a good direction, and hope that the feelings that brought him back to Tu Talon can be further expanded and become something that allows him to stay.

"What were you expecting?" Rachel said.

As soon as he got back into the room, he opened his mouth and actually poked the finger at me.I immediately raised my hands in surrender, signaling that I wasn't expecting anything, just trying not to arouse any rebellious psychology.

"I was wondering, what do you think?" I kicked the ball back and said half-jokingly, "Do you feel complicated when you see the elder brother?"

"Aging," Rachel said, "is something mortals cannot get rid of."

I think this topic is a bit dangerous. If he separates his own attributes from those of his relatives, it will be difficult to generate positive feelings when he is full of contempt.I quickly changed the subject and said, "What about the mother?"

He doesn't speak.

As soon as I saw a play, I immediately made persistent efforts. "That lady is really..." I didn't finish, just sighed with emotion, and let him make up his own mind, "The second son was born ten years after the eldest son disappeared. It is said that she founded an institution for adopting street children. She must love her very much." ..."

laughter.

Rachel suddenly laughed, laughing low and shrugging her shoulders.He bowed his head and laughed, and I could tell without looking at his expression that there was no tenderness and kindness in this laughter.

My teacher laughed for a long time as if it was ridiculous.When he raised his head, there was no smile in his eyes, only cold mockery.He looked at me like he was laughing at me for doing nothing.

"85 years ago, the dark wizard stormed the palace, it wasn't an accident, he just came to get paid," Rachel said, "Someone traded me to him for something I didn't bother to know. Guess who the seller was?— —Yes, my mother."