After the teacher becomes a succubus

There are many well-told stories about the firstborn.

Some devout believers dedicated their firstborn sons to their gods. A couple who ate the witch’s lettuce gave their eldest daughter to the owner. The desolate royal family traded their eldest sons for power with the devil... In fact, the firstborn son itself has no magic power. Those stories about the eldest son Transactions do exist among spellcasters.

The world is not fair. Some people are born with extraordinary talents—this is a good thing and a bad thing. No matter how talented a person is, when he was born, he was just a piece of fat.There are unspoken rules on the main material plane not to do anything to newborn talents, but they are limited to "do not directly kill" and "do not rob". Many talents have been predetermined before birth, and powerful spellcasters use various means to find out. Excellent baby who uses bullying or some magic tricks to wrest possession of the baby from the expecting parents.When the situation is good, these strong people only want to accept outstanding apprentices. If they are unlucky, these pre-ordered babies will become materials, props or containers.

I feel pretty bad.

I don't doubt Rachel's statement, on the contrary, the situation he said is too reasonable.Across the river from the Cretaceous Plain, Tutalong, a legendary woman who became a beauty from a commoner and became a queen, and gained wealth, power, and her husband's unswerving love in one fell swoop, how likely is it that she made a deal with a black-robed mage?It's too big, as Rachel said, there is no need to ask what she wants to trade.

The weight she can use in exchange is nothing more than beauty (if the beauty is not traded), body, lifespan and unborn child.

"They should have handed me over in the first month of my life, but they thought that I would be spared by putting me in the heavily guarded palace." Rachel said mockingly, "The black wizard who owned me, who was also my later teacher, broke into the palace and took me away. Because of my mother's deal with him, I was born with his mark, even if he hid me thousands of miles away, he You can find me easily."

He paused, and looked at me with a half-smile.

"Didn't you always want to know where my teacher came from?" He said, "My teacher was a powerful dark wizard with great ambitions, but he was unknown. He hid and studied hard. After failing to transform the lich, he hibernated for a hundred years and tried to seize his home. A young body, and plotting against the Devil Lord to gain eternal life. If he wins, his strength, cunning and endurance will become a household name, and countless people will tremble. It is a pity that he died at my hands, then he is just a nameless coward."

It turned out to be the case.

From the prince of Tutaron to the powerful black-robed mage, there is a crucial piece of the puzzle.Rachel's erudition and lack of common sense in some aspects, the reason why he successfully assassinated the devil lord at such a young age... If he was raised by a powerful dark wizard, if he got all the other party's inheritance, everything has a reasonable explanation .

The stronger Rachel is, the greater the income that the black wizard will gain after occupying the body and devouring the soul, so the greedy and conceited mage taught Rachel carefully, like teaching a successor.And as a future body, Rachel doesn't need to learn anything other than magic, emotions or hobbies, everything is redundant.

Ask yourself, if this kind of life stems from the betrayal of my parents, if it were me, would I have any positive feelings for relatives I have never met?

"You're pitying me." Rachel said coldly.

I quickly showed a look of being wronged, but before I could speak, he raised his palm and interrupted me.Rachel laughed again, this time it wasn't ridicule, but with a bit of joy.

He said, "Do you wish you never met me?"

"No." I blurted out.

Rachel curled the corner of her mouth, as if I had given the final answer.I reacted, shook my head, and said, "This is different!"

"What's the difference?" he said surprisingly patiently.

"I'm a street orphan and I have nothing to lose," I said, "and you didn't take me to pick a container."

"Really?" Rachel asked back, "Then why are you running?"

I was speechless for a while.

"You ran away because you realized that I might sell you to the devil. What is the difference between being sold to the devil and being possessed and devoured by the soul?" he said. "I defeated my teacher and he died, I live. If you had stayed and accumulated strength secretly, one day you and I would fight, you might as well be the final winner and get all my inheritance."

I opened my mouth, but Rachel continued, not wanting to interrupt me.

"I am a prince, you are a pauper, that's right. But where is the superiority of a prince? The power to be a mascot in a small country, or to support my treasury that will be used up after a few spells? Don't be kidding !” He sneered, “If you hadn’t been taken away by me, your spellcasting talent would have been buried, and you would have been buried somewhere as a little thief, or as a gang member bound to an acre of three-point land, a person who could The stupid adventurer I killed. If I hadn't been traded, I would be an old, weak, useless mortal today. Magic makes us reborn, allowing us to see the world that the weak can never reach, as another beneficiary , what qualifications do you have to have mercy on me?"

This is not angry words, just pure doubts.My teacher looked at me like I was the one who deserved pity.

"You still have relatives." I said weakly.

"The mother who traded me out? It is likely that she gave birth to my father because of magic?" Rachel said coldly, "Or the brother who has been looking for me because of guilt and has never seen me? You should have already Understood, the current king knows a little something - it depends on how our parents beautified the transaction process before they died - otherwise, how could he have no doubts about the young brother who suddenly appeared? I'm afraid I was warned in advance, knowing that I am dangerous and will not come with me He's fighting for the throne."

"You can't think of the worst everywhere." I suddenly thought of something, "Is it because of this that you publicly call me a lover?"

"'Close relationship with a same-sex lover, no offspring, not likely in the near future,'" Rachel said. "Unfortunately, it will take time to see what the reasons for their indifference to this are."

Again, he is trying to analyze and classify all other people's emotions into data that can be calculated.

"If you want to capitalize on the positive two-way relationship with your loved one, at least don't start out with resistance," is all I can say.

"You're wrong." Rachel said calmly, "I don't hate my teacher, nor my parents. But whether it was when I knew my life experience, or out of curiosity, I first The first time I saw him, I just didn't feel anything."

If the only thing left for him is two-way love, then such an answer is even more hopeless than "hate".

"Is there anything else you want to say now?" Rachel said.

I have a lot to say, but I'm afraid he doesn't want to listen to it and won't listen to it for the time being.My teacher said so much in one breath, aggressively, trying to prove to me that he was right, which only furthered his resistance—to emotions he didn't understand, to everything outside his cold logic.

Ten years ago, I would be drenched in cold sweat by his words, retreat step by step, and finally have to admit that I am self-righteous.However, today, although I realize some misjudgments, I don't feel that I was completely wrong.I had solidified my logic in the ten years away from him, and I was as stubborn as Rachel, and my mind was as indestructible and difficult to influence, even if it was him.

I still pity him.

I sympathize with Rachel who was restrained and distorted by the evil black wizard from the beginning, like a flower growing in a poisonous swamp, the stems and leaves are full of toxins.I was similar to me ten years ago. I can walk out of my own path now, because I know there is a way beyond the shadows. The apprentices who grew up in the Tower didn’t know it. Think that shadows and poisonous swamps are the law of nature.

I even felt a little relieved. In Rachel's eyes, the master-student relationship is such a life-and-death relationship. The weak prey on the strong. The apprentice belongs to the mentor, and the mentor will eventually die at the hands of a certain apprentice.When he talked about the transaction with me as the target, he felt that it was only natural, and he was afraid that he would do the same when I wanted to kill him; when I planned to break the cycle of teacher-student killing each other and escape, he felt surprised, angry, betrayed, and intolerable.Under such a concept, Rachel has already treated me differently and made an exception.

So for now, I just want to say one thing.

I said, "I never plotted your legacy."

I don't want to die, and I don't want him to die either.I want to live and plot against my living teacher.