For a full fifteen minutes, Rachel explained in an unquestionable tone the power distribution and strength comparison of the Hell's War, demonstrating that the Lord of Lust is the best choice. So I was sure he was extremely angry about the current situation, otherwise he wouldn't have explained a word to me, just put on a face of 'I don't need to explain to stupid mortals'.

Meimo, my former mentor Rachel.

The above two words, from all over the world, are quite terrifying to put in one sentence, let alone draw an equal sign in the middle.

When I was kidnapped from the street by Rachel just now, he didn't give me anything to eat for three whole days. After I was starving and woke up, I realized that he didn't mean to make things difficult for me. He just forgot that 'half elf cubs actually need to eat' - human cubs also need to eat, okay? What kind of mental illness can forget that people need to eat?! After spending a long time with us, I realized that this forgetfulness was understandable: Rachel herself didn't eat, while he kept apprentices in the tower like free range potatoes, taken care of by a demon statue, and didn't care about their eating, drinking, defecating, or living on weekdays.

All of Rachel's time was spent studying magic, seeking knowledge, robbing dragons, kicking adventurers' butts... Such great endeavors, he was so busy that he despised all necessary physiological activities and regarded them as a waste of time. If it weren't for some spells that only living beings can use, he would have abandoned his body long ago and switched to becoming a witch.

As a matter of course, the succubus, who ranks first in the "Top 10 Most Popular Summoners for Mages", did not appear in Rachel's mage tower at all. He showed a great deal of ridicule towards the mages who summoned succubus to warm their beds. During my adolescence, I was very curious to know if my teacher, who was my age, was a virgin.

Now

Enchanted Rachel.

What's wrong? "Rachel looked at me suspiciously.

I didn't wear enough clothes, "I explained the shivering earlier." The ground is cold, can I get up first

Rachel paced beside me, and during his explanation, he didn't even think about releasing the binding spell on me, as if forgetting that he had already tied me to another set of spell dog chains. Upon hearing this, he lowered his head and glanced at me. I showed the smile of my most beloved flower, and Rachel relaxed her furrowed brow a bit before patting my cheek with the tip of her boot.

Just like yesterday's time reappears, huh? "He said with a hint of a smile.

It needs to be clarified here that the apprentice of the Dark Lord Rachel does not need to lie on the ground or kiss his boots when giving a report to him. They are all products of adventurers' rich imagination, fake and rumors. I am willing to solemnly refute the rumors as one of the parties involved. But Rachel does have a great hobby as a villain, which is standing high and overlooking others' heads, enjoying the pleasure of being superior (literally). He has a suspended chair that moves between one to one hundred meters from the floor all year round, exercising the spine of the apprentices who work at desk all year round. It's really well intentioned.

So obviously my mentor hasn't forgotten that I'm still lying on the ground, he's just playing the role of a dog day control freak, which is Rachel herself. Wow, I almost forgot about this after being apart for so long. I looked up at him as hard as ever, thinking that he must have a common language with those charging ladies wielding whips.

In the past, when I was pushed to death by my mentor, I would also do this kind of thing. Imagining him in my mind as a comical clown, a high toed cat, and so on, just to relieve his anger, at least most of the time. To some extent, Rachel is a quite friendly among the black robed mages. He hardly reads the minds of his apprentices (unless any apprentice is stupid enough to express what they see clearly), welcomes all betrayals and conspiracies, and publicly uses failures as teaching examples. So all my fantasies remained safely in my mind, vivid and new over time.

Yes, I have also mentally repaired the demon.

When I reached this point in my mind, I suddenly realized that my mentor/is/is a succubus.

My mind was hit by a second shock, and this time I finally truly connected the demon with Rachel. On the one hand, my past imagination has provided me with too many non-existent images, and on the other hand, when my imagination comes true, your panic will not decrease even a little bit just because I imagined it. It is one thing for your teacher to wear mesh socks. It is another thing to see a pair of high heels (his mother red) under a black robe. The power of the latter is enough to cause myocardial infarction in timid people. For a moment, my flexible tongue twisted, and my delicate counterattack spun around my tongue. With a gurgling sound, it slid down my throat and disappeared without a trace.

Rachel stared at me for a moment, seeming to be puzzled by my speechlessness. He snorted coldly, and the gloomy smile on his face quickly slipped, whether it was satisfaction or boredom.

The restraint was released, and I quickly got up. Rachel said, "We'll leave tonight

His tone of speaking was unquestionable, undoubtedly another command, not prepared to accept inquiries about "why" and "where to go". Rachel seemed to quickly regain her self-awareness as my mentor in such a short time, as if I had never left and he had never pursued me for it.

And even though my humble answer was on my lips, I stopped the car in time, remembering that I was no longer an apprentice who had to obey.

I'm afraid not, "I said." I need to make some preparations

Then go ahead and do it now, "Rachel said.

The time is not right, "I said sincerely, pointing to the pitch black sky outside the window.

Rachel furrowed her brow and reluctantly nodded.

I watched him, waiting for him to open the door and leave or disappear out of thin air, while he turned a blind eye to my expectant gaze. Rachel walked straight to my single bed and shook the messy blanket in disgust. He took off his hooded robe, hung it on the nearby coat rack, kicked off his shoes, and crawled into the blanket, all in one go.

Teacher? "I asked.

He lay with his back to me and ignored me.

Old teacher? "I said in a lower volume five minutes later.

He remained motionless, his body undulating evenly under the blanket, as if he had fallen asleep. Rachel is a wizard who falls asleep very quickly, and his sleep mechanism is just as efficient as mine, so I

You can try it, "he said.

I withdrew my hand dejectedly and put away the teleportation scroll that was held in my palm. Think carefully, it's meaningless to do this. The soul binding cannot be undone, what's the use of escaping?

I looked around the small rooms, and after the bed was occupied, the only place I could lie down was the cold and hard floor. I had just had an involuntary intimate encounter with it, and I didn't want to do it again tonight. I really want to go out and ask the kind boss for a bunk bed, but if Rachel throws me a curse because of her nervousness, it won't be worth it.

I sighed and sat down on the only chair in the room.

This position is just facing Rachel's back, great, it saves me from moving the chair again. I lay bored on the table next to me, gazing at my bed and recalling the time when I used to stay up at night. At that time, my gaze always avoided the place where the teacher was lying down, and if I wanted to look, it was only a quick glance, as tense and exciting as peeping. Rachel's gaze towards others is always very sharp, you never know when he will suddenly open his eyes.

Now I can watch openly. It's best if he can't sleep because I watch him. We hurt each other, and neither of us can sleep well. My former mentor used the Soul Binding Curse on me, so I'm sure he won't do anything to me because of this small issue. I dragged my cheeks and gazed at the gray hair, which was the only thing on Rachel's body that matched his age.

A succubus took off its robe and lay on my bed, and I sat on a seat one meter away until dawn; One hand nurtured me and then attempted to destroy my mentor who came uninvited one night and stole my bed... I don't know which one is more surreal. Countless thoughts churned in my heart, and I didn't feel sleepy all night. And Rachel fell asleep deeply (at least it seemed so), sleeping all night as if she hadn't rested for a long time.

The next day, I went to make preparations before leaving.

I bid farewell to everyone in the hotel, invited the early guests to have a round of drinks, and sent the repaired toys to Little Mary. Two days ago, I promised to fix the puppet for the boss's daughter. I had planned to beautify it, but unfortunately, something unexpected happened and I had to return it as it was. Little Mary thanked me with a milky voice for my efforts and left a wet kiss on my cheek. Subsequently, several female receptionists competed to leave bright red lip prints in other locations, wishing me good luck.

Amidst the clamor, the wandering poet Haiman sang a song and danced with the landlady before leaving this place amidst everyone's cheers. Fellow traveler Rachel stood in the shadow ten meters away, waiting for dozens of minutes, holding her arms and tapping her fingers on her elbow, indicating that he was running out of patience. As I walked over, he suddenly lifted his head and said incredulously, 'Is this what you mean by preparation?'

He probably can't understand how I dare to bargain with him for such a small matter.

If I suddenly disappeared, the person who found out about it might report it to the Templars, "I said seriously," those brown candies are very annoying

Countless foolish travelers go missing every day! "He hissed, almost laughing at my insincere explanation.

But I am definitely one of the most popular and handsome people among them, "I proudly held my head high and opened my hands to him." You're right

His eyes flashed dangerous light, and my back tightened to my scalp all of a sudden, out of intuition and some remote conditioned reflex. For a moment, I doubted if I had tested too hard. We had been apart for too long, and I couldn't really be sure of his tolerance for me. The first syllable of the protective spell is pressed against the tip of the tongue. If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move. If the enemy moves, I'll move.

After a long and agonizing few seconds, Rachel turned around, strode forward, and gave a cold command: "Wipe your stupid face off

Of course, of course! "I smiled and wiped my face with my sleeve, my heart pounding, knowing that I had won.

Soul binding is a one-on-one spell, I can't escape, and he can't either. If my former mentor is at a loss and needs to seek my help, then my bargaining chip is probably more than I thought.

Although I can't get rid of this terrible mess, at least I can find some fun for myself in the process.