Rachel's expression became stern as she adjusted her stance, feeling completely exhausted and disappearing without a trace.

I secretly thought something was wrong in my heart. What I had just thought might have accidentally leaked onto my face. According to Rachel's past words, I read him like an open book. I have no intention of mocking, but 'sympathy' is even worse for him than mockery.

My mentor is not a particularly face saving type, but sometimes his self-esteem is frighteningly high, such as now. I could almost see the guards in his heart blowing their horns, and those little people shouting 'Dignity! Dignity!', ready to tear the blasphemous scoundrel, me, into pieces smaller than a fingernail. Rachel is like a hedgehog full of fighting spirit, and in the next second, her thin lips will spew out a language of immense destructive power - most likely literally, immense destructive power. After all, he is a mage.

I'm hungry, "I answered immediately.

Rachel stared at me as if I had just been hit on the head by an invisible goblin hammer.

I've been waiting for you all night and haven't eaten anything yet! "I scratched my hair and put on a bitter face, as if I was really hungry and couldn't wait, instead of abruptly changing the topic." Yes, making a meal isn't troublesome, but on such a cold night, how can magic dumplings and water satisfy a cold stomach and a bland mouth

Rachel took a deep breath, as if she was speechless about my antics. But to my surprise, he didn't let me go.

Countless spells that require procrastination/maintaining conversation to complete flashed through my mind, none of which are suitable for the present, and there is no magical aura in the air. But if it's not for some purpose, why would Rachel listen to my nonsense? He looks really bad, I thought he would prefer to take a shower in the bathroom or find a place to lie down.

Sure enough, we still need to eat something hot, "I guessed countless times in my heart, maintaining a lack of nutrition in my mouth." Ah, how much I miss the beer at Anson Tavern! The thick dark beer has a lingering sweetness, made with the best barley malt and hops, and a few hot drinks are like drinking melted liquid bread. We're destined to have no beer in this wilderness, but there are taverns in the nearby town that I haven't been to yet. Would you allow me to go out and take a stroll when I'm not busy

Rachel snorted noncommittally and regained her sympathetic expression. He didn't answer, nor did he rush anyone. He just stood there expressionlessly, his erect spikes slowly falling, and the army guarding dignity rang gold and withdrew.

I had a very strange idea in my mind.

Open the door for me, be honest with me about the same tone, stand here and listen to me without rushing people. Does Rachel need me here?

Yes, I have thought about this before. Rachel would never do anything unnecessary. He must have a reason for me to stay here. But before, I was wondering if he wanted to do something to me, but now I suddenly realize that maybe something is wrong with him.

Just like the curse of the devil forcing him to bind with me, the villain, there is something that makes him stand at the door, in front of me.

What is it?

My gaze wandered around him as discreetly as possible, and there was not much difference between Rachel and before, except for a bad face. I continued absentmindedly, "Alternatively, I would like to go to the forest to pack something, preferably with a deer. Deer this season are fat and strong, with the most delicious taste. I want to hunt a half human tall female deer, cut open its belly, and remove its internal organs

Rachel's face suddenly turned ugly again.

I have a Rachel barometer in my heart, with safety on the left, a critical line in the middle, and danger on the right. Each level records subtle facial expressions of my mentor. Just now, my rambling slowly moved the barometer from the critical line to the "safe" level, but at this moment, I don't know what switch it hit, and Rachel jumped to the other end in an instant.

I instinctively closed my mouth, while Rachel didn't say anything. He made a decisive "leave" gesture and slammed the door shut.

The conjecture that 'Rachel must have me here' was cut off halfway, and I once again lost the answer, feeling confused and groggy as I touched my nose.

In the study of Rachel's facial expressions, I consider myself to have reached the pinnacle. Among all the apprentices in the tower and Rachel's enemies, no one can compare to me. But even so, most of the time I still don't know what Rachel is thinking. He is just a difficult to serve feline, lazy one second and then baring his sharp teeth the next. You think you have successfully pleased him, but the next moment he bites you and makes you scream. When I was young, I didn't care and thought that my confusion was all due to my lack of proficiency in learning. Rachel is one of the best mages, unlike those chaotic mages who rely on bloodline, mages emphasize logic - so my mentor cannot be an unsolved mystery, I just haven't figured out his set of operating rules yet.

This theory sounds reasonable now, but I no longer have an interest in exploring it.

When I left Rachel's Mage Tower, I completely abandoned all the halfway researched topics, such as "Does the slime of the little devil have a significant effect on increasing casting speed?" "Can the abnormal changes in frogman flippers be used for cursing?" "Rachel's Psychological Research" is no exception, it's not surprising.

So why bother me now?

The binding of the soul cannot be lifted, and I cannot help much with the curse of the devil. Struggling now is useless, so let's not be so busy. I shrugged my shoulders, turned around and left, determined to let the Rachel barometer go to hell.

The next day, Rachel almost recovered, only slightly lacking in energy. On the third day, it was the same. I thought he would recover completely soon, but he didn't.

On the contrary, Rachel's spirit became increasingly poor, to the point where an ordinary person could easily see it. In the experiment, he almost stopped hands-on and directed me to do all the work, while becoming increasingly restless. I have seen him tapping his elbow with his fingers more than once, which is the result of Rachel's restlessness to a certain extent, often appearing when his precious time is wasted. I never thought he would do this in experiments.

On the seventh day or so, when I went to pick up the test tube, I touched his finger. Rachel's hand trembled and loosened too quickly, causing the test tube to fall to pieces on the ground.

He suddenly widened his eyes and stared at the floor, as if he had just been awakened by the sound.

Rachel's fingers were trembling slightly.

Archmage Rachel has a pair of flexible and stable hands. He can weave the most exquisite spells, create the most perfect potions, and draw the most precise runes. These hands can't lift a table, but they can move mountains and seas. They are slender and long, yet they can hold the life and death of countless creatures in their hands. They hold my hand and teach me how to touch magic, and they have also carried spells across my throat. Now they are trembling uncontrollably, and I suddenly feel an indescribable restlessness.

Teacher, what's wrong with you? "I asked." You once said that a calm mind is the most powerful weapon for a mage

I was just stating, but Rachel tightened her lips as if she had been slapped in the face. The murderous intent seeped out of him, and he looked at his hands as if they were mortal enemies.

After a few minutes of silence, he spoke up.

I'm hungry, "Rachel said.

Ah? "I was taken aback by this answer and subconsciously said," Then let's eat? Food making techniques

Rachel lifted her head and looked at me with a sinister expression.

I suddenly realized that this was not a casual excuse.

The Lord of Hell, who was suppressed by him to become the source, has already escaped halfway, and Rachel can no longer enjoy the welfare of being alive and lively without drinking or eating. But he hasn't eaten anything for so many days, just like before, so I didn't remember for a moment.

Rachel still doesn't need to eat because he's currently a half demon.

Demons don't need to eat, and eating is useless. Their way of "eating" is through sexual intercourse with humans.

There are hunters around here too... "I said cautiously, changing my words immediately in Rachel's unfriendly gaze." Let's teleport to the nearby Echo Harbor? There are people of all races and sexual fetishes there, and you won't stand out for anything you do there

Rachel didn't say anything, he knew I was right.

He is just unwilling.

Rachel deeply abhorred all physiological activities that wasted time, and the four hours of sleep he had to endure was already his limit. In his eyes, the improved meal making technique that can quickly replenish nutrients is still unsatisfactory. Cooking and eating vegetables for the sake of eating is a waste of life, rather than a necessary act for survival. It is simply a heinous crime. Rachel believed that mages who succumb to desire are weak scum, but now they have to rely on their disdainful behavior to make a living. I wonder how damn it would be.

You need to eat, "I advised." On the bright side, ordinary people need three meals a day, but succubus can have one meal every two or three days. Even if you have to go out to eat, doesn't it save time overall

No, "Rachel blurted out, then reluctantly continued," There's no need to go out

I will call a prostitute for you, "I said from Shanru Channel," or a male prostitute

Prostitutes, "Rachel said," disappear without causing trouble

I know what he means, in the past he didn't need to specifically explain the second half of the sentence. Disappearing will not cause trouble "and" handle the beginning and end well ". If I bring that poor girl with me, she will have no chance of returning alive. This is not the first time Rachel has given me such orders, of course, her past partner was not a prostitute.

Give me a moonstone, give me a unicorn; Give me a knight, give me a child. When he gives the order, I will do it and bring him dead and living creatures, monsters or wise creatures. This is a trial for me and also a material for his experiment. I know what I am doing, but I don't care. For fifteen years, as long as I could please him, I could do anything.

The regulation of prostitutes is very strict now, "I said gently," as long as you cast a seductive spell, the demon's eating will not cause death

Rachel lifted his head and looked straight at me, his gaze sharp as a blade, cutting all the way from my skin into my bones. My mentor looked at me with the same eyes as a young apprentice and slowly smiled.

Is it too late? "He said.

Ah, it's starting.

You have learned a head of cruel and evil black magic from me. You have been my accomplice for fifteen years, and countless kind creatures have died directly or indirectly at your hands. Will it be too late for your conscience to realize now? "He sneered." No matter how many people you save, you cannot wash the blood off your hands. Why haven't you been wandering around all these years, without confessing or apologizing to any god? Is your conscience tormenting you? Poor, Heiman. If you can't bear it, you should have used forgetting or splitting your own head before, or now you are taking action against me. It's a rare opportunity in a thousand years. You can avenge those poor people, why not

If I had just run out of the tower not long ago, these words would probably have made me lose my helmet and armor, and my butt would have been running out. Rachel's mockery has always been chilling, not because of how sharp her tongue is, but because it hits the nail on the head.

But it's been ten years now, ten years is a long time for a young person like me.

Why are you saying that? I'm here to tell you about the work arrangement, "I replied, feeling very single." To be frank, I haven't done this job for ten years, and my business seems a bit unfamiliar - and I'm too lazy to do this. Either I'll hire a prostitute who needs to be returned later, and you'll kill her and deal with the trouble on your own in a while; or you'll condescend to go to the city and find a girl who can disappear without any problems, and I won't stop you. If you insist on me running errands, my personal suggestion is as I mentioned before, using seduction and forgetfulness techniques. Haiman's products must be of high quality, ensuring that even soul searching cannot find your face and lower body from the girl's head... You see... How about it

Rachel's face darkened again, he was unhappy, probably blaming me for not playing according to reason (that is, his expectations). Hi, the control freak couldn't control the scene and was completely exhausted. I looked at him kindly, and he looked at me with a stinky face, then glanced at the wreckage of the test tube on the ground.

A few seconds later, Rachel nodded anxiously.