I am an excellent mage.

An excellent mage must leave enough room for himself and have sufficient protection in any situation. Unprepared mages are easily defeated, while prepared mages are invincible. Such statements are circulated among mages of various schools and are regarded as the core ideology of the profession.

Those academic mages who grew up in greenhouses can never truly understand this. They grow from low-level apprentices to high-level apprentices in a certain academy, and then go through graduation trials step by step, accepting the storms of the outside world. These mages think that the instant spell on their robes is the most qualified expression. They will prepare some materials in their pockets and use their money and leisure to get themselves some alchemy props, that's all. My classmates call them "vegetable chickens". Hunting a vegetable chicken itself is not difficult, the only trouble is how to destroy the body and cover up the tracks.

Only mages who have grown up between life and death can understand and prepare correctly. I cannot impart this knowledge to anyone because it is a discipline that requires hands-on practice. I survived and stole on the chaotic streets, grew strong in the mage tower of Rachel, and escaped death time and time again under Rachel's pursuit. This is my lesson. That has become a part of instinct, even now, 'preparation' still accompanies me.

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

Even if a true succubus stands in front of me, throwing seductive glances at me with all its might, the protection I have provided is enough to isolate its influence. And the little magic that the half succubus unconsciously emitted, I didn't feel at all - it wasn't even because of my preparation, but because of Rachel's own actions a long time ago.

My mentor is a dark wizard who deals with demons all year round. Occasionally, demons wander in his tower and treat poorly dealt elementary school students as snacks. Rachel regarded this as one of the tests for apprentices and ignored it. However, considering my young age and limited abilities when I was taken back, in order to prevent me from becoming the excrement of any demon on the second day of entering the tower, Rachel personally fixed a "protective spell" for me to deal with demons for the first time. Of course, the black robed mage is not good at gentle protective spells, only good at using poison to attack poison.

I still remember after a long and unforgettable ceremony, Rachel scooped me out of that boiling pot, nodded in satisfaction at my foaming face, and said, 'You have increased your natural spell resistance to demons below level five by five times. Now you are no longer an ant that would go crazy at a glance from them.'. The pot of boiling water that was soaking in me had a nauseating red color, and some materials were still screaming. I vaguely remembered something crying and rushing out of the water, which was crushed and thrown back by Rachel without changing her face. Looking back on that scene now, I still deeply doubt my past mind.

How blind must one be to see Rachel as the light of redemption?

Oh, forgive me for working as a part-time wandering poet for too long. The language used is a bit cheesy, and even listening to it makes my skin skip a beat.

It's also a matter of no choice. Good fruits cannot grow in saline alkali land, and it's difficult for people who grow up in twisted land to be normal. I feel ashamed to say that when I was a child, I also believed in fairy tale godmothers and fantasized about beautiful women in white dresses falling from the sky, waving their fairy sticks to relieve me of suffering, give me fullness, and bless me that I will not be disturbed by demons from now on. As a result, fate played a big joke on me. The Black Robed Demon King descended from the sky and used extremely evil spells to baptize me, cursing the devil who devoured me to rot through my stomach.

Since then, I no longer fear the devil's innate spells.

It's funny to say that my baptist eventually turned into one of the demons. Although his innate spells have no impact on me, his presence constantly questions my soul.

Teacher, do you realize that you are attracting bees and butterflies throughout the entire tavern? "I sighed.

Rachel only realized at this moment that he was starting to sulk expressionlessly.

When he is on the right side, he is very capable of ignoring others and saying that you want to commit suicide with just one mouth. But if he unfortunately makes a mistake (which is very, very rare), Rachel will silently lose her temper. At this time, the air will condense, and people who are slightly interested in the atmosphere will try their best to pretend not to be present, in order to avoid provoking Thunder's anger.

Interestingly, contrary to rumors, Rachel is rarely angered by others. He is indeed often unhappy, but he doesn't take most things seriously either. Rachel's rare moments of true anger were directed towards himself. This guy is so arrogant that when he realized he couldn't be considered flawless, he became furious.

I don't think it's his fault. Meimo is really not a bad devil, otherwise he wouldn't have been regarded as a cost-effective multifunctional summoning beast by many mages and sorcerers. A person with a firm will can be immune to the influence of succubi, how could this level of power be seen by Rachel? When you step on an ant and die, you won't notice whether the ant attempted to use a mating dance to beg for mercy before dying. Rachel doesn't need to be angry about ignoring this matter.

But if you try to persuade him to be more open-minded, he will be doubly annoyed. It's best to pretend like you don't know anything at this time.

Fortunately, the dishes we ordered arrived at this moment.

The waitress Emily happily brought the kiwi roasted lamb chops and placed them in front of Rachel. As soon as the lid was lifted, the fragrance and heat rushed in, and the meat juice still sizzled on the iron plate. This dish is tempting, but there is only one. Rachel just finished ordering and drove away the hospitality, I haven't had a chance to order yet. Considering that the longer I stay here, the more likely it is to cause trouble, I'll just have a small drink.

This is a specialty dish from Bonfire Inn! "Emily winked playfully at Rachel." The flesh of the kiwi will burrow into the lamb chops in the heat and eventually melt into them. Not only will it make the meat sauce soft and delicious, but it will also blend with the creamy fruit aroma in the grilled lamb chops

The kiwi fruit is considered a local specialty, and due to its characteristic of being randomly drilled by heat, scholars have been debating whether to classify it as a plant or a subspecies of monsters. Diners don't care, anyway it's delicious, who cares about its phylum, order, family, genus, and species.

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

This kind of lamb chop needs to be cut according to a special pattern! "She eagerly introduced," Please let me demonstrate it for you

The cutting of kiwi roasted lamb chops is indeed a skill. You need to find the position where the flesh is stuck and cut it bit by bit according to the texture. The correct technique can lock in the soup and aroma, perfectly combining the meat and fruit flavors. The smooth taste of the flesh is perfectly combined with the crispy and tender pork chops on the outside, fat but not greasy, delicious and tasty. But in such a busy season, the waiters at bonfire taverns usually do not provide assistance.

When Emily took the opportunity to slice the steak and leaned towards Rachel, rubbing her considerable chest against her, the reason for special service was about to emerge.

Rachel's expression went blank for a brief moment, clearly recalling the experience of being pressed hard on her chest by other women earlier today. The meaning of that expression was definitely not unforgettable. His fingers twitched, and a cold sweat broke out from the back of my head. I quickly flew forward with my eyes and hands, spinning and inserting between Rachel and the waitress, and took the knife from the steak.

The waitress looked puzzled and didn't understand how the utensils in her hand ended up in my hands.

Nonsense, when I stole gold coins from the dangerous guy's underwear, this young lady probably couldn't walk yet. A thief whose movements could be seen clearly wouldn't live to be spotted by a dark wizard.

Be careful, Miss Amy, what a pity it would be if your beautiful hair were ravaged by the heat of the iron plate. "I gazed at her affectionately and pinned the fresh flowers that had just slipped from the waiter's plate behind her long ears. With this gesture, I led her three steps away from Rachel without leaving a trace.

Emily had a dreamy look on her face, as if she had been hit twice by a romantic encounter.

I praised her messy hair with a third rate poem I heard somewhere, and the rhyming garbage poem seemed to coincide with the appreciation level of the waiter class in the area. I thanked her for her gentleness and friendliness. It's a great honor for the two of us brothers to receive this hospitality, Balabala. While speaking, we deftly cut lamb chops for Rachel. I have been using sweet words to eat for some years now, and Emily was so amused by me that she trembled and successfully diverted her attention.

Brother? "Rachel sneered at my self proclaimed self," You are my disciple

He was not present when I introduced him to the prostitute before, but now he said it in person and he poked me in person. I pouted helplessly, while the waitress's face showed a "Oh my god, this is so cute" expression, as if hearing a cat calling itself the king of the world.

She probably thinks we're having a disagreement as brothers, and she's also good at adding some cute personality traits to Rachel in her heart.

So being good-looking really takes advantage. As long as you don't create a grand scene, those who are emotionally decisive will suspect that there are hidden reasons behind Rachel's wrongdoing when they see her face.

I'm worried that Miss Rabbit, who has zero magic resistance, might say something else and ask Rachel to answer something strange directly - sometimes he's so honest that people are speechless, probably with an arrogant attitude of 'I tell you, you can't do anything to me'. I quickly tore off a small piece of sliced lamb chops and presented them to Rachel.

I was still holding a fork in my hand, half jokingly tilting it over as if to feed him. This is entirely for the sake of our character. If Rachel glares at me and picks up the fork, it confirms her identity as the troublemaker. Rachel glanced at the piece of meat and, as expected, gave me a habitual frown. I responded with a huge smile.

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