After the incident was over, Rachel's trembling continued for a few minutes.

There is a certain magical circuit distributed within the demon's body, which rotates the energy absorbed within the body in a loop. My mentor is a semi succubus in the process of transformation, with newly constructed circuits wrapped around blood vessels. If you look at him with the wizard's spiritual vision, you can see the magic waves spreading from his abdomen, flowing along the blood vessels to every corner of his body, like winding and growing demonic vines.

The vampire who had just finished his meal may have looked like this. Rachel's pale skin visibly turned rosy, and the vibrant warm color spread all the way to his fingertips, even making his blue nails turn healthy red for a moment. I couldn't help but hold Rachel's hands, they were so warm. When Rachel was still a human mage, he never looked like an ordinary person.

It sounds quite comical. My mentor, wearing a pair of newly formed horns, was cursed by the devil and was about to become a real succubus, but he looked more like a living person than ever before.

After a moment, Rachel took his hand out of my palm, stood up, and cast a cleansing spell on herself. Desire is rapidly fading from him, but there is still a hint of satisfaction on his face. Rachel nodded satisfactorily at me and said, "Well done

Then he stood up, picked up his robe, put it on, and strode out, looking in the direction of the underground laboratory.

Many years ago, Rachel looked at me and drew the same casting gesture. He said, "Well done.". In the mage's tower, Rachel witnessed me fulfilling the strict requirements he had set for me, and he said, 'Well done.'. Now we have just been on the same bed, sweating profusely and clearing our minds. Afterwards, he nodded objectively and said, 'You did a good job.' He only needed to give me a score or give me a detailed review. He can't comment on it because he doesn't have a reference point, and he's a newbie in this matter.

I started laughing uncontrollably.

This is so funny. My magic mentor just assessed me in bed, and he was made into a mess. He even tried to regain his control through such routine actions as a teacher - no, no, I can't think too badly of him. Rachel may just be releasing his burden and habitually starting his daily routine. I reminisced about Rachel's panicked face in the midst of the romance, as well as her light and agile steps after regaining self-control and filling her stomach, laughing so hard that I almost slapped the mattress.

I grabbed a pillow and stuffed it on my head to prevent my wild laughter from being too exaggerated.

I thought of the children who received injections again. They timidly went under the needle, cried and finished the injection, then breathed a sigh of relief, cheered and danced out, as if the world had become a better place. And as a doctor who knew they still had a lot of needles to get, I laughed sympathetically.

Poor Rachel, there are still many days ahead.

Tonight has been a busy night with ups and downs in the plot, both exciting and exhausting. I am not a workaholic like Rachel. In the following time, I quickly fell asleep.

I had a dream that night.

In my dream, I was still an apprentice mage, living in the mage tower of Rachel. He called me to the top of the mage's tower and asked me to copy scrolls.

The top floor of the mage's tower is Rachel's laboratory, library, and residence. Yes, he has been staying there all along, without even a bed, sleeping on his suspended chair. This vast space has no compartments, only spells are used to isolate dangerous goods. The entire tower top area is unobstructed, spanning over a hundred meters from the floor to the ceiling.

I have seen images of the Temple of the Sun God and also infiltrated the Astrologer's Astrology Pavilion. The massive buildings are magnificent and magnificent, but none can compare to Rachel's Mage Tower. It is a miracle created by magic, the wizard's heaven or hell - depending on whether you are smart enough and how the tower owner perceives you. Countless collections of books record unfathomable knowledge, and strange objects made by oneself or looted from unknown places quietly float on the high platform, while the surrounding vast space simulates the celestial realm to a greater extent, with higher levels of realism, and even a real gateway to the celestial realm at the top.

The Star Realm is a world beyond the world, located in the gaps between planes. It is endless and contains so much terrifying information that professionals below the legendary level will immediately go crazy at a glance. On the other hand, the diluted and weakened simulated star realm is the training ground that spellcasters dream of, as if a martial monk is exercising under a waterfall. Moderate exposure to the simulated star realm can slowly broaden the sea of knowledge of the mage apprentice.

The largest gathering place for academic mages on the entire continent, the White Pagoda Academy of the neutral camp, once attempted to create such a pseudo star world school, but eventually gave up. The star realm undergoes countless changes every moment, and the simulated star realm is also quite unstable. There may be a "pseudo star tide": the realism suddenly increases, causing people inside to go crazy. To ensure the safety of the trainees, the only way is to provide them with individual protection, which is very expensive. Generally speaking, only the direct disciples of the Grand Master can enjoy this treatment.

What I mean is, those kind faction mages. Those mages attach great importance to the quality of their apprentices, only accepting a few and investing heavily in individual apprentices, unlike my master who raises apprentices like raising a gu. Rachel opened up this pseudo star realm only to protect the property at the top of the tower, and as for training his disciples, it was just a side event.

Any apprentice who has reached a certain level of ability may receive a call from the tower spirit, and the crow shaped construct will call them to the top, where they will listen to Rachel's guidance or instructions, and almost everyone will feel uneasy about it. Going to the top is a gamble, you may make a lot of money, or you may be eliminated instantly, with nothing, everything depends on the probability and Rachel's mood. For this reason, the apprentices in the tower secretly refer to the tower spirit as either the bird of good news or the crow of death, it all depends on your luck.

During the first seven years of my stay in the tower, I personally witnessed several unlucky individuals encountering pseudo star tides. These insane apprentices were repurposed as waste and turned into experimental materials. I was amazed by this, but not particularly nervous. At that time, I always had an inexplicable confidence that I would be the luckiest one.

I can't blame you for this. If you had lived on the streets of one in ten and passed away at an early age (yes, a street child who died at the age of eleven is not considered a premature death), and were apprenticed by a legendary mage and grew up safely under the hands of this black wizard, surviving through numerous tests, you would probably have felt that your good fortune was ahead of you, and that you were the protagonist of a novel who won the death penalty card.

Rachel really likes me, summoning me the most frequently in the entire tower, often just asking me to go up and copy scrolls. Every safe return has strengthened my confidence, making me feel like I must be the darling of the goddess of luck. That day was also the same. In the envy, jealousy, and hatred of my classmates, I followed my Annunciation and walked into the top of the tower, where I spread out the leather scroll (you wouldn't want to know what it was made of) under the guidance of Rachel.

That day happened to be Rachel's rare break, and he didn't leave or be busy with anything, just leaning back in his chair. Ten minutes after I started copying, Rachel had already fallen asleep with her eyes closed. My gaze swept stealthily and quickly over the edge of the chair in mid air, and I looked back at the scroll I had copied halfway, pretending never to be distracted.

My copying speed is one-third slower than usual. After calculating Rachel's sleep time and the time required to copy the scroll, slowing down a bit is not harmful, as long as it is completed before he wakes up. In this way, I can stay at the top of the tower for a longer period of time, enjoy the benefits of simulating the star world for a while, and also enjoy the tranquility here for a while.

If I tell others that I feel the most calm in the space at the top of the tower, they will definitely think I'm crazy, or that Rachel used some mind changing spell on me, but that's not the case. I genuinely like the top of the tower. There are no difficult sneak attacks from other apprentices here, no trouble caused by wandering creatures in the tower. Rachel is the lion on the mountaintop, and wherever he is, wild dogs and vultures hesitate. In the dragon's lair, you only need to worry about the dragon itself, and that dragon likes me.

I fear Rachel, like other apprentices, those who cannot learn to respect her will not live long. Besides, I also really like him, unlike other apprentices. I know many of them see the opportunity to leave the tower as a rare opportunity to relax, while I see leaving as a journey. I like to join in adventures, face challenges one after another, and also like to come back after everything is over and go to the top of the tower to tell Rachel that I have completed the task. Well done, "Rachel nodded at me, and I knew I had gone home.

At that time, I thought that the end of every journey was home.

I copied slowly, occasionally glancing cautiously at Rachel. He sat on the high platform, sleeping with an unhappy expression, as if he were a sealed demon king somewhere. I was writing the story of the 'Chair Demon King who slept for a hundred years' in my mind, and just as I was about to finish copying it, I saw that wave.

The area near the floor at the top of the tower should have had a low degree of realism, like air close to the ground, but at this moment, the light background around suddenly twitched and became very dark. I had a strange illusion, as if I was falling into the deep sea.

I realized that I had encountered a pseudo star tide.

In that moment, I was pulled for a very long time, and a fear deeper than death enveloped me. I realized in despair that I couldn't do anything, and those crazy faces flashed through my mind. My fur stood on end, my hands and feet were icy cold, and my cold giant hands fiercely gripped my stomach, as if watching me fall into an abyss. I stood there stiffly until the next second, a flash of light burst out of me.

A shield ejected from the center of my brow, protecting me in the middle, burning fiercely, and the dazzling flames completely blocked the fluctuations of the pseudo star realm outside. That's only a matter of one or two seconds - a pseudo star tide of one or two seconds is enough to destroy a mage apprentice - after two seconds, everything dissipated, and I was still in a state of shock, completely confused about what was going on with this shield, when it was fixed on me, and who it was

I realized it.

With just a little mental effort, one can tell who would go to great lengths to avoid my defenses, evade the detection of the mage tower, and evade Rachel's consciousness, just to place a precious disposable protective spell on me? Only my teacher, the owner of the tower, Rachel herself can do it. I gasped and lifted my head. Rachel had just opened her eyes and followed the sound to look over.

He only glanced at me and then showed a clear expression. My mentor moved his finger, and the precious materials placed on various platforms at the top of the tower quickly flowed into his palm, turning into a complex string of runes. The chair lowered a bit and came over my head. The rune in Rachel's hand fell and once again penetrated my forehead.

I am certain that those materials will make a king feel sorry.

My mentor didn't say anything, he didn't explain, he didn't give any password, it seems like the whole thing is not worth mentioning. Rachel just looked at the scroll I drew incorrectly in shock, frowned, and said, "Rewrite it

Two minutes later, he fell asleep again.