The place I am in is the countryside of the Anson Kingdom, which is remote enough, but unfortunately the country is not very suitable - it is also one of the great kingdoms that has set Rachel as the highest wanted level. My supervisor is currently in a bad state, and to avoid trouble, it's best for us to leave here.

He took me through various teleportation arrays and portals, with some short horse drawn trips and hiking trails connecting us. In the end, I completely gave up judging where we were and only began to focus on learning Rachel's escape and hiding skills. My ability to escape comes from the streets, self-taught (although the pursuit of my former mentor did take this skill to the next level). I never expected to have the opportunity to retake this course under Rachel's guidance.

We ended up in a barren forest in a small country, where the magic was weak and there were no monsters in the forest. Only hunters were interested in this kind of place. There is a hermit's hut in the forest, surrounded by a useful and inconspicuous eviction array. The room is relatively spacious, but the laboratory is not satisfactory.

Putting other ordinary mages and alchemists here, they are likely to be satisfied and feel that everything is good. But if Rachel were to use it, this temporary resting place would be so shabby that it would be heartbreaking, without even a magic statue. Mage assisted magic statues are astonishingly expensive, but they are standard equipment in the Rachel Laboratory.

When I became his apprentice, Rachel was already as wealthy as an enemy country, and the mage tower was so luxurious that it could make Anson Academy shed tears. For simple tasks, Rachel did not like to do them himself and did not want to use clumsy apprentices. Therefore, he even improved many magic statues that could use simple spells. He would only reluctantly let his apprentice be his assistant when he had no other choice, such as now, or when he first took me in

Stop it!

It's memories again, damn it. The reunion with my former mentor replays my past life eight hundred times a day in my mind, and I almost doubt if I'm getting old. As a half elf, I am still quite young, in the prime of my life, with the sun shining high at eight or nine o'clock, so it is all a mistake in the dying horse light mechanism. When I was by Rachel's side, even if I knew rationally that I was safe for a while, the death alarm in my mind still sounded 800 times a day.

Anyway, I'm starting to hit Rachel.

Rachel studied the higher curse that had fallen upon him, proposed ideas, set up experimental plans, and made changes in his notebook, while I was responsible for most of the hands-on parts. I have some understanding of the devil's tricks, but I am far from the best among the dark wizards. This high-level spell experiment is not only about stealing masters, but also difficult to understand. Most of the time is boring, and Rachel is highly focused at work, leaving the room in silence.

There's nothing to say about this part, I obediently acted as the mute demon statue, with gentle movements and not bringing any disturbance to him. I do want to have fun, but it also depends on the timing. I am quite clear when to test the bottom line and when it's best not to say a word. Enjoying the moment is one thing, seeking death is another.

I've already said it, I'm a smart person.

This is not bragging, my wit is obvious to all, even Rachel admitted it herself. Rachel cannot tolerate fools. He cannot be called a good tempered person and only tolerates smart people repeatedly. Among all the apprentices, he is the most tolerant of me, tolerating unnecessary idle chatter, clever tricks, and small offenses. I think this speaks volumes.

At that time, he undoubtedly looked at me differently.

In my second year as a mage apprentice, Rachel took me back to the tower for the first year, where I participated in the apprentices' trials. The oldest apprentice in our group, Carl, fought against the most powerful Tamia. The former defeated the latter with deception, but Rachel sneered and shook her head in everyone's astonishment, saying to the spirited Carl, "This kind of trick is just to deceive Tamia. If it were Hyman, would you try it? Hmm, you would lose very badly

He's just a low-level apprentice! "Karl said defiantly.

He won't always be a low-level apprentice, "Rachel said, glancing at me and then meaningfully at Carl and Tamia.

Haiman will not always be a low-level apprentice, but your adaptability is limited to this, and it is difficult to make progress - the implication is that every apprentice has an IQ above the passing line, so they can read it. This remark was not just a mockery, it made me offend all the apprentices present in one breath. Countless unfriendly looks fell on me, making my scalp tingle.

The two most dangerous gazes came from Tamia, and in the next match, unfortunately, it was my turn to face her. In the past, this self proclaimed strongest person disdained to engage in real conversation with me, a newcomer, but after Rachel personally authenticated me

A few hours later, I woke up in the spell laboratory, and Rachel was poking at the hell bug (Tamia, this crazy woman) that was taken out of my lungs not far away. I struggled to regain consciousness, regained my tongue, and cried bitterly to my mentor, begging him not to play this trick again.

What kind of game? "He raised an eyebrow at me and said with great interest.

Tamia is about to push me into hell! I'm performing exceptionally well! "I wailed

Indeed, that's true. "Rachel admitted without refutation and briefly commented on the beneficial effects I had on the apprentices inside the tower. In my increasingly mournful gaze, he suddenly burst into laughter, a rare smile devoid of any hint of mockery, appearing somewhat gentle.

But you didn't lose, the greasy spell was used beautifully in the end, "he nodded contentedly." I said 'this kind of thing' because I always thought so. Haiman, good boy, you were the best one among them

I choked up at the time, my mouth dried up, and everything was slick and slippery, perhaps because no one had ever believed in me so firmly before, or maybe because of the way Rachel looked at me. Yes, of course, others have praised me. They said that Heiman, you really have a pair of damn skillful hands - ahem, a pair of skillful hands who will be killed by the owner or the guards when they don't know. They say Heiman, your damn luck is good, you're born with a thief's bone, maybe you can grow into a big thief and make a lot of money as a killer - otherwise what else could you be? I am a half elf orphan who was abandoned halfway, a ubiquitous street maggot, and will grow into all kinds of garbage in the future. If I hadn't turned into an unnamed corpse before then.

And Rachel said, compared to the characters who grew up carefree in the mage tower, I am the best one, not because of bad luck, but because I am worth it. Rachel picked me up from the garbage dump and said that gems are meant to shine. He is so powerful and wise, and his tone is so natural, so I, who was affirmed by him, must not be a scum.

His beloved gaze seemed to be fixed on something he loved, as if I was his best and sharpest knife. This gaze makes me tremble and my eyes heat up. I am willing to go through fire and water for it.

Rachel always gives me the most dangerous and best opportunity, believing that I can complete the task with all my might and survive. Rachel never hesitated to praise me and never concealed her favoritism towards me, which indirectly led to me living in dire straits in the tower for several years. My abilities to hide, heal, and attack spells also rapidly increased during these years. I am delighted and proud of it. At that time, I was young and foolish, unable to distinguish the huge difference between liking a knife and liking someone.

Time can teach people many things.

We stayed in this hermit's cabin for half a month, and the full moon is approaching.

In the backlash of the Lord of Desire, Rachel will be gradually transformed into a succubus, and every full moon night is the time for transformation. In addition to transforming his body into a succubus, he will also constantly undergo illusion erosion and willpower testing during the transformation process. If the testing fails, the demon lord can take advantage of the situation.

I am not worried about the issue of willpower testing at all. Rachel's spirit is as strong as steel, and his values form a system of their own. No spell can shake him. The protective measures he had prepared before were actually more than enough. It's unfortunate that he implicated me in life and death, but he just wanted another fuse.

When the night of transformation arrived, Rachel locked herself in the basement and ordered me to wait outside. I was holding a piece of grass at the door, idly weaving grass crickets, and a few hours later, I created a grass leaf zoo. Unfortunately, we can't find a place to set up a stall, otherwise we could exchange a lot of travel expenses. I started to recall the small towns around the forest while casting spells on the Grass Leaf Zoo.

When I made up the third round of the cricket and fox fight, I started to feel that it wasn't quite right.

The conversion process only lasts for a few hours at most, and when Rachel entered the house, it had just risen, but now it was almost midnight. Even though I am extremely confident that even a simple transformation will not be enough for him, this great demon king, I am still beginning to feel uneasy.

What if something unexpected happens and he dies again? If I just foolishly wait outside and keep waiting for him to tie me up and lead me into hell, I will definitely die without closing my eyes.

I stood at the entrance of the basement, knocking on the door with my knuckles in a regular pattern. Rachel's important rooms are all well insulated, but there is a room for casting spells that can be used to call out people outside the door (of course, disturbing without reason will result in a tragic death). I typed the signal for inquiry, and when I reached the second round, the door opened.

The one who opened the door was not a spell, but Rachel herself. His face was quite grim, with a sickly blush on a pale background. He didn't wear a black robe, only close fitting clothing, and sweat seeped through the fabric. Rachel looked at me wearily, asking with her eyes what she wanted, as if she didn't even have the strength to speak.

Before knocking on the door, I was only holding onto the optional doubts, perhaps wanting to harass him, but now my hair like worries have become thicker. You've been inside for six hours already, "I said." If there's anything I can do to help

He sneered and lifted his chin, obviously questioning how much I could help. Okay, now Rachel looks as difficult as usual. With such energy, there's no need to worry. I raised my hands in surrender, indicating that I had no intention of disturbing, pondering how to speak up and leave the scene.

At this moment, Rachel unexpectedly spoke up.

The erosion of illusions has no effect on me, "he said flatly," so the Demon Lord is trying to align me

My chin almost fell to the ground.

It is already surprising that Rachel would condescend to explain to me the reasons for the excessive time consumption, but compared to what he said, it is completely insignificant. Same tone, well, to put it simply, it means that the devil lord pulls the consciousness of certain people into his own or his lower level devil's body, allowing the chosen poor to experience the suffering that the devil sees as the norm, thereby eroding their consciousness and leading them to mistakenly believe that they are the devil himself in mental confusion. This method is very effective in situations that require willpower testing, but it is also very rare. After all, homology spells consume a huge amount of energy for spellcasters, causing harm to others and oneself. The effect is not proportional to the effort, and they are used not so much for the sake of effect, but rather for the purpose of causing torture and deep hatred.

Being suppressed for nearly a hundred years by a human mage (who was probably not yet legendary when Rachel did this) is a huge personal grudge for the Demon Lord.

Besides, the one who has a big grudge with Rachel is still the Lord of Lust and Desire.

I roughly understand what just happened.