After the teacher becomes a succubus

I am an excellent mage.

An excellent mage must leave enough leeway for himself and have enough protection under any circumstances.Unprepared mages are vulnerable to a blow, and prepared mages are invincible. Words such as these are circulated among mages of various schools and are regarded as the core idea of ​​the profession.

Those academic mages who grew up in the greenhouse will never be able to truly understand this. They grow from low-level apprentices to senior apprentices in a certain academy, and then to graduation trials, step by step to accept the wind and rain of the outside world.These mages thought that the instant spells on the robes were the most qualified performance. They would prepare some materials in their pockets, and get some alchemy props for themselves if they had money and leisure, and that was all.My classmates call them "vegetable chickens". Hunting a chicken itself is not difficult. The only trouble is how to destroy the corpse.

Only mages who have grown up between life and death can understand and prepare properly. I can't teach it to anyone, because this is a learning that is practiced.I survive and steal in the chaotic streets, I thrive in Rachel's mage tower, I escape from death after Rachel's pursuit, this is my lesson.It has become part of my instinct, and even now, "preparation" is still with me.

In other words, I am completely immune to the attraction of succubi.

Even if a real succubus stands in front of me and winks at me with all its strength, my own protection is enough to isolate its influence.And the little bit of unconscious magic that the demi-succubus radiated, I didn't feel it at all—it wasn't even because of my preparation, but because of what Rachel herself had done long ago.

My mentor is a dark wizard who has dealt with devils all the year round. Occasionally, there will be devils wandering around in his tower, and treat the little apprentices who are not coping well as snacks.Rachel regarded this kind of thing as one of the tests for the apprentice and ignored it.However, considering that I was not young when I was brought back, in order to prevent me from becoming the excrement of some monster on the second day after entering the tower, Rachel personally fixed a certain "protection spell" for me to deal with the devil. .Of course, the black robe mage is not good at gentle protection spells, only good at fighting poison with poison.

I still remember that after the ceremony that was too long to remember, Rachel fished me out of the boiling cauldron, nodded in satisfaction at my foaming face, and said, "For the talents of devils below the fifth level The magic resistance has been increased by five times, and now you are no longer an ant who will go crazy just by looking at them."The pot of boiling water in which I was soaking showed a disgusting red color, and some materials were still screaming. I vaguely remembered that there was something crying and jumping out of the water, and was pinched by Rachel without changing his face. Throw it back.Recalling that scene now, I still deeply doubt my past brain.

How blind must you be to see Rachel as the light of salvation?

Hey, forgive me for being a part-time troubadour for too long, the words I use are a bit nasty, and I get goosebumps when I hear them.

It's also something that can't be helped. Good fruits can't grow in saline-alkali soil, and it's hard for people who grow up in distorted land to be normal.I am ashamed to say that when I was young, I also believed in the fairy godmother in fairy tales. I once imagined that a beautiful woman in a white skirt would descend from the sky and wave a fairy wand to save me from suffering and give me a full stomach. Bless me from now on. haunted by the devil.As a result, fate played a big joke on me. The black-robed demon king descended from the sky. He baptized me with an extremely evil spell, and cursed the devil who devoured me to rot through my stomach.

Since then, I am no longer afraid of the devil's innate spells.

Funny enough, my baptist ended up being one of the devils.Although his innate spells have no effect on me, his existence tortures my heart all the time.

"Teacher, do you realize that you are the one who attracts the bees and butterflies in the whole tavern?" I sighed.

Rachel didn't realize it until now, because he was starting to sulk blankly.

When he is on the right side, he can be very unforgiving, and he can say that you want to commit suicide with one mouth.But if he makes an unfortunate mistake (this situation is very, very rare), Rachel will lose his temper silently. At this time, the air will freeze, and those who can watch the atmosphere will try their best to pretend that they are not there. Incur the wrath of thunder.

It's interesting to say that Rachel is very different from the rumors, but Rachel is rarely provoked by other people.He is indeed often unhappy, but he does not take most things seriously.Rachel's rare moments of real anger were directed at himself.The guy was so arrogant that when he found out he wasn't exhaustive, he flew into a rage.

I don't think he can be blamed for this, the succubus is really not a great devil, otherwise it would not be regarded as a high-quality and cheap multi-functional summoned beast by a large number of mages and warlocks.People with a strong will can be immune to the influence of succubi. How could such a level of power be put in the eyes of Rachel?When you trample an ant to death, you don't notice if the ant is trying to beg for mercy with a courtship dance before it dies.Rachel needn't be annoyed at herself for ignoring this.

But if you try to persuade him to think about it, he will be even more annoyed.At times like this, it's best to pretend you don't know anything.

Fortunately, the dishes we ordered arrived at this moment.

The waitress Emily happily brought the grilled lamb chops with kiwi fruit and placed him in front of Rachel.As soon as the lid was lifted, the aroma and heat came out, and the gravy was still sizzling on the iron plate.This plate makes people's index fingers move, but there is only one plate.The waiter was chased away just after Rachel finished ordering, and I didn't have time to order.Considering that the longer I stay here, the more troubles will arise, so I'll just have a glass of wine.

"This is a special dish of the Bonfire Tavern!" Emily winked playfully at Rachel, "The kiwi fruit pulp will drill into the lamb chops in the heat, and will eventually melt in it. It makes the gravy soft and delicious, and it also brings a creamy fruity aroma to the grilled lamb chops."

The kiwi fruit is a specialty of the neighborhood, and because of the above-mentioned characteristics of being heated and drilled indiscriminately, scholars have been arguing endlessly about whether it should be positioned as a plant or a subspecies of monsters.The diners don't care, it's delicious anyway, who cares about its genus and species.

Rachel looked at the plate of meat on the table with a lack of interest.He went to get the knife and fork next to him, but Emily took the knife first.

"This kind of lamb chops should be cut according to special rules!" She enthusiastically introduced, "Please let me demonstrate it for you!"

The cutting of kiwifruit grilled lamb chops is indeed a science. Find the position where the pulp sinks and cut it a little bit according to the texture. The correct technique can lock the soup and aroma. The meaty and fruity aromas are perfectly combined, and the flesh is smooth. The taste is perfectly combined with the meat steak that is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, fat but not greasy, delicious and delicious.But at such a busy time of year, the waiters at the Bonfire Pile are generally not helpful.

The reason for the special service came when Emily leaned up to Rachel, taking the opportunity to cut a steak, rubbing her sizable chest against him.

Rachel's expression was blank for a brief moment, obviously recalling the experience of being pressed against her chest by other women earlier today, the meaning of that expression is definitely not endless aftertaste.His fingers twitched, a cold sweat broke out from the back of my head, and I flew forward with quick eyes and hands, spun between Rachel and the waitress, and took the knife on the steak.

The waitress looked puzzled, not understanding how the cutlery in her hand had ended up in my hand.

Nonsense, when I stole gold coins from the underpants of dangerous people, the lady must not have been able to walk. A thief whose movements can be seen clearly cannot survive to be photographed by a dark wizard.

"Be careful, Miss Amy, it would be a pity if your beautiful hair was ruined by the heat of the iron plate." I stared at her affectionately, and pinned the flowers I just picked up from the passing waiter's plate on her. Behind the long ears, with these movements, I brought her three steps away from Rachel without any trace.

Emily looked dreamy, as if hit by a double love affair.

I complimented her shaggy hair with third-rate lines I'd heard somewhere, rubbish with empty rhymes that seemed to match the appreciation of the region's waiter classes.I thanked her for her tenderness and friendliness, it was a great honor for the two of us to be treated this way, Barabara, as she spoke, cutting lamb chops for Rachel.I've been eating with sweet words for years, and Emily was distracted by my teasing.

"Brother?" Rachel sneered at my claim, "You are my apprentice."

He wasn't there when I introduced the prostitute before, but now I said it face to face, and he punctured it face to face.I pursed my lips in resignation, and the waitress had a "oh my god that's cute" look on her face, as if she heard a cat claiming to be the king of the world.

She probably thinks that we are brothers who are at odds, and she has added some cute character settings to Rachel in her heart without authorization.

Therefore, being good-looking is really an advantage. As long as there is no grandiose scene, the emotional decision-maker will suspect that Rachel's bad deeds have hidden secrets when he sees Rachel's face.

I'm worried about what this lady rabbitman with zero magic resistance will say, and let Rachel directly answer some weird content-sometimes he is so frank that people are speechless, and he probably has "I tell you You can't do anything to me" arrogant mentality.I quickly tore off a small piece of chopped lamb chops and sent it to Rachel.

I still had the fork in my hand and half-jokingly tipped it over as if to feed him.This is entirely for the consideration of our two characters. If Rachel takes the fork with a glare at me, it will confirm her identity as the awkward little brother.Rachel glanced at the piece of meat, and she frowned habitually and glanced at me, and I responded with a huge smile.

So, probably thinking that this was part of the strange way of eating lamb chops, Rachel actually opened her mouth obediently and snatched the meat from my fork.