After the teacher becomes a succubus

Uncle Sabi had a wild smile on his face, the kind that soldiers often think will be wild and manly, but in fact it can only make them look like an orangutan with a toothache.Rachel seemed a little taken aback, and I think so, he must have not met such a confident enemy and such a bad opening speech for a long time.

"The owner of the Bonfire Pile Tavern is Mrs. Lilith." I hurriedly said to Rachel, "Her ex-husband's friend is a Templar."

As I said before, for members of the evil camp, although the Templars are not necessarily scary, they are bound to be as annoying as dog skin plaster on the soles of shoes.I'm counting on this to make Rachel a little more scruples, or, at least, mindful of the impact while doing it.The current situation is special, he is a half-succubus who is hungry and carrying a curse, so as long as he does, he will not make a big scene.

"That's right, Madam Lilith's shop." The mercenary opposite said drunkenly, "So don't be afraid, I won't do anything to you here..."

Halflings, the halflings in my mushroom-picking head started jumping around again, "We won't spoil your mushrooms!" They told me sincerely, "We'll pick them carefully! Each one will be cooked well , eat it with great care!"

But who the hell is worried about mushrooms, I am worried about your lives and the safety of this world.I stood behind Rachel and tried my best to wink at the mercenary. The guy glanced at me and clenched his fists in a show of strength, showing off his strong muscles.

"It's another matter if you're willing to go back with me, 'Master Sabi' will definitely take good care of you." The mercenary said to Rachel wretchedly, pushing his hip up.

Alas, if you don't know how to look at the atmosphere, there is no way to die someday, even the gods can't save you to the end.

I took a small step back, ready to open the portal at all times, so that I could take us away after Rachel went crazy, what a pity for the lamb chops here.But Rachel didn't react violently to this bad behavior, he looked up and down Sabi, as if he was thinking about something.

I know this look, it often appears on the faces of housewives picking vegetables, when Rachel is thinking about which experimental material will be better to use.And what experiment is Rachel doing now?Deriving all the way down, the answer appeared naturally.

isn't it...

Once again I felt strongly that I was a complete fool who, not so long ago, would have sympathized with Rachel.

This guy needs no sympathy at all.Why did he come out with me just to "leave the room with bad memories"?Rachel has basically recovered from the previous setbacks. He went out with me to pick food—either to eat a meal, or to pack the ingredients needed by the succubus himself.I don't need to remind him, he has already thought of the possibility of using a male object, and has plans to put it into practice.Thinking about it this way, not wearing a black robe is not the result of being fooled by me. He probably knows very well that wearing a black robe is not convenient for dating, so he followed the trend and dressed like this.

Using ordinary people's thinking to understand Rachel, and being moved by his own brain, what a low-level mistake that I can't bear to look directly at.I wiped my face and observed three seconds of silence for the image of "fragile Rachel" that had been in my mind for a moment.

That's already out of the role setting to almost the same as the troubadour.

however.

No, no, I still can't accept it.There's a reason why the mercenary Saby can only drink alone in the campfire tavern, he is, rather, out of shape.Uncle Sabi's face is like the skin of a red oil tree, with countless pits and hollows appearing on that fat face. If he doesn't open his mouth, it will be difficult for the audience to find where the two lips are in the ravines.I suspect he has a bit of goblin blood in his ancestors, or maybe a Southland dryad, or a kobold, or a lemur.

By the gods of magic, I am not a half-elf who judges by appearances.When I first met him, I had no impression of his face. These years of traveling are enough for me to appreciate the magic of heavenly creations in many intelligent creatures.But the question is, Rachel wants to pack him back?

The scene that I briefly imagined before, the scene of Rachel being slapped by a man without a face, is now filled with a face, the face of the mercenary in front of me.I almost thought that I had seen the horror in the book of hell, at least the impact and mental pollution caused by the two belonged to the same level, and I seemed to have experienced a will check in a trance.I shivered, and hurriedly expelled this horrible picture, if this continues, I will lose my appetite.

"Teacher." I telepathically communicated, "Have you ever thought that the other party may have a venereal disease? Nine out of ten mercenaries have the disease."

Sorry mercenaries.

Rachel gave me an idiotic look.

"Yes, succubi can be immune to diseases." I said earnestly, "but do you really want to have sex with a venereal patient? His genitals may have herpes, ulcers, malignant sores, mucus, scales, barbs...you Want to put that thing in your body?"

STDs won't make a human grow the following things, and won't make a penis mutate into tentacles or other alienated limbs, but Rachel doesn't necessarily know that.His field of research has never included human disease, killing is also about efficiency rather than chronic torture, and he is indifferent to the non-fatal ailments that ordinary people suffer from.His only interface with disease is probably the Plague Curse, a spell invented by Rachel's teacher (another dark wizard) that works to fester, alienate, grow bone spurs and a whole host of other unspeakable things thing.

Rachel's complexion changed visible to the naked eye, it can be seen that he really thought that ordinary diseases would have this effect.

Needless to say, the mage's brain completion ability is good.

The magical aura of detecting diseases flashed on the mercenary's head, and the red light meant that he was sick.This general test will treat rhinitis cold and advanced tuberculosis equally, but it has successfully dispelled Rachel's enthusiasm and made him lose interest in further detection.

Rachel said, "Go away."

I could see him gesturing a few times under the cover of his sleeve, and then the zabi mercenary walked away with a dazed look on his face.It ended so quietly that I wasn't expecting it, and I'm glad I wanted to treat the whole tavern to a round.

"What did you do to him?" I asked, just to be on the safe side.

"Let him take his clothes off and dance for an hour..." he said.

I was amazed at this kind punishment with a sense of humor, and I couldn't believe that the teacher is so good-tempered now.

"On the way to the next battle with the evil creatures." He finished the second half of the sentence.

Judging from Saby's appearance, he was the kind of mercenary who acted alone.If he takes off his armor and starts dancing the next time he fights a monster... well, good luck to him.

The pre-dinner interlude came to a close, and we were finally seated at an empty two-seat table.Rachel looked at the beer and beer stains on the table, and frowned.

Without waiting for my greeting, a waitress ran over with a whoosh, and quickly cleared the table.

The nights at Bonfire Pile Tavern are always very busy, and it's not uncommon to have to wait 10 minutes.It was a stroke of luck to be entertained so quickly.But before I had time to express my gratitude to the waitress for her thoughtfulness and promptness, she had already taken out the menu neatly, put it in front of Rachel, and began to enthusiastically recommend the specialties of the bonfire.

Immediately, I knew the reason for thoughtful service.

The menu was placed in front of Rachel, and the waitress was standing beside him. The enthusiastic introduction was also mixed with countless sentences that had nothing to do with the order (for example: "Where are you from?" "This is the first time you come here, right?" Otherwise I will recognize you" "My name is Emily, you can call me Amy").She kept looking at Rachel, almost ignoring me, ignoring me? !I, who has always been the focus of the crowd, was shocked and even felt that my dignity was challenged.

"Look at me too, Miss Amy!" I said pitifully. "Your eyes are as bright as the stars, and it's so unfair to cast them in one direction."

Miss Emily's hairy ears twitched, and her cheeks flushed, as if she had just noticed that I was being thrown aside by her. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" she said hastily, "I, I'm sometimes absent-minded, like I'm blind..."

"Please don't say that," I said solemnly, "isn't the starry sky still as bright tonight?"

She covered her mouth with her dinner plate and laughed, finally turning her attention away from Rachel.

"You really..." The waitress smiled and shook her head, "Are you a troubadour?"

"Heyman the troubadour, I'm right here." I stood up and made a fancy salute, and kissed her fingers, "It's a pity I didn't bring my lyre with me today, alas, I never expected to meet such a lovely lady as you before I went out What? Looks like I'm going to regret a slacking off for the rest of my life."

"You must play very well," she said, "if..."

"Grilled lamb chops with kiwi fruit."

Rachel's voice cut in abruptly, interrupting our conversation.He ordered the first dish on the first row on the menu and threw the menu back to the waitress.

Emily quickly caught the menu and looked at Rachel, her gaze seemed to be glued again.Alas, she was visibly charmed.I shut my mouth obediently, stepped back a little, and watched the teacher's affair.Rachel frowned and said bluntly, "What are you waiting for?"

The waitress stuck out her tongue and ran away quickly.

"You are ruthless," I said.

"And you spread your tail like a male peacock," he said. "The rabbitman hybrid has zero resistance to magic power. If you want to have sex with her, you don't have to bother."

I stared at him and suddenly reacted.

It wasn't just because Rachel was so popular because he took off his black robe.

The succubus has always been the more attractive the more hungry and thirsty it is, like an anglerfish with lights on in the black sea to attract food.My mentor was a half-succubus who was very hungry and was sitting in a tavern full of "food".Like a carnivorous plant disguised as an overripe fruit, Rachel's body is unconsciously and continuously emitting a sweet magic power.