I will solve this problem, "Rachel whispered.

His tone was cool and calm, making me instinctively stand up a bit. This tone implies that he has made up his mind, will follow through on his words, and will not give up until his goals are achieved. Any person or object obstructing him will be eliminated by any means necessary. Generally speaking, that means it's only a matter of time before the whole thing is completed, and you won't know how far a persistent and powerful dark wizard can go.

Rachel turned around decisively, and the black robe traced a fierce arc behind her, the familiar aura shaking me for a moment. I only realized when he passed me by in the wrong direction.

Wait! "I quickly shouted, running up to him and waving my hand to grab his attention," You have to go to sleep

I'm not tired anymore, "Rachel frowned.

A mage found himself unable to cast spells accurately, and anyone would become mentally alert in a second. But this kind of spirit is like a bucket of cold water forcibly lifted, whether physically or mentally exhausted, this force will definitely lead to drowsiness. With Rachel's current momentum of using strong drugs, who knows what kind of illegal and disorderly high-risk experiment she will conduct. It's really a long and short story, and it's not me who's unlucky.

I told him that sharpening the knife won't miss the chopping wood worker, leaving the green mountains without fear of running out of firewood. He used all his might and his words became dry. If there is no problem with the casting ability, Rachel must be impatient to listen to my nonsense, and a teleportation spell will leave. But the consequence of deviation in teleportation is not the level of attack error: if we slip our hand and directly pass it to the devil's hometown, we have nowhere to cry.

I spoke fluently for a long time, finally making Rachel feel sleepy again, and her fierce stare lost focus. He yawned, reluctantly agreed, and walked slowly towards his bedroom.

Rachel's bedroom is now in a terrible state, with acid deeply embedded in the floor and bed, and traces of spells such as frost, lightning, and flames scattered on the walls for free, like the teaching site of an elemental mage. Only trolls with high demon resistance and big hearts can sleep soundly in such a bedroom.

Another vulgar plot appeared in my mind, due to my professional illness as a wandering poet for many years.

Normally, this room cannot sleep, so it's time for the two protagonists to share a room and a bed. Although it's difficult to persuade Rachel not to sleep upside down on the living room sofa, and even harder to persuade him not to occupy my bed and drive me to the sofa, there's still hope. Onlookers can chuckle and rub their hands, looking forward to the beautiful development.

But Rachel is a wizard.

There is a spell called restorative magic, which works with one move and restores the body as if it were new. It is truly an essential technique for killing people and traveling at home.

You see, that's why mages don't like to appear in popular novels.

The female protagonist of a love novel tells the male protagonist that she's cold, but the male protagonist doesn't take off his coat or go over to hug her. Instead, she stands five steps away and waves a warm spell. Is it still romantic? In a horror novel, there is a haunted castle with grotesque ghosts howling, zombies bleeding from their seven orifices running all over the ground, and then the protagonist of the Necromancer happily rolls up his sleeves and pounces on it. Is it still scary? For the undead, it's probably quite scary.

Rachel waved her hand, a flash of light flashed, and the remaining half of the bedroom collapsed.

Method deviation, method deviation.

It's great now. The team's great mage had an accident, a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. It's strange that the heavens helped me. Rachel remained still for two seconds before turning her head to look at me. Her expression made my liver skip a beat, as if I had returned to the exam room from over a decade ago. I dare not make a mistake at this time, so I quickly took action. The repair surgery flashed by, and the bedroom was restored to its original state.

If an excellent mage disrupts the balance and two excellent mages come together, this popular novel cannot be read. Good mages always have ways to deal with dramatic accidents.

Speaking of which, if I wasn't an excellent mage, the weeds on the grave would still be several meters high by now. To escape from Rachel's command and establish a lasting relationship with him, you must first be a strong mage, not a mage. I admit that this statement is a bit extreme, but I am a mage. I am a mage and I am proud of myself. Without the confidence of being the best in the world, why should I be a mage.

Rachel only slept for five hours, but he jumped up to the set time of the birds chirping and rushed to the basement again. I didn't stop him this time, I couldn't stop him anyway.

The research on how to eliminate the deviation caused by the half demon body on casting has been conducted for less than a week.

A week later, Rachel found some emergency method, which was simply to use another interference spell to have an impact on casting that was opposite in direction and of the same intensity as the bloodline interference. He quickly transformed theory into practice, and the practical effect was very good.

How to put it, I once again realized that my mentor is simply a monster.

He has a subtle lack of common sense in ordinary people's lives, and he disdains some things that consider details, but in magic research, Rachel is a true master. Some of his research focuses on practicality, while others are very niche. No apprentice dares to claim that they have completely inherited his mantle. As far as I know, the topic of "the possibility of magical creatures learning the mage's casting system" is also within Rachel's scope of study, so this time we were able to find a solution in such a short time.

Wherever Rachel's curiosity reached, it was all about his research direction. For his thirst for knowledge, he can do the most terrifying or admirable things. I don't agree with him, but I admire him.

This cross era research achievement can move legendary mages. If it were other mages, they would probably be extremely excited to observe this process and write long experimental records, rather than my simple description in a few words. But for me, sigh, I am a very unambitious atypical mage.

I am a combat mage known as the 'warrior among mages'.

Among so many types of mages, the combat mage branch has always been awkward, as many mages believe that only the pitiful creature with no room for advancement in the field of magic will turn to studying hand to hand combat - and this is indeed the case. However, I chose to take off my black robe and become a combat mage, not because I encountered a bottleneck, nor because I wanted to distance myself from my mentor, purely because this profession is very suitable for me. I have a foundation of being a thief. I enjoy going out, exercising, and having a great body. I enjoy casting spells and punching until I reach the flesh. Occasionally keeping one's brain away from conspiracies and tricks is a very pleasant thing.

Speaking of which, Rachel is not a typical mage either. He pursues power, but has no intention of using it to accomplish any great deeds. He pursues knowledge, but does not devote himself entirely to it. For example, if given the opportunity to be compatible with the sea of knowledge and give up on himself to obtain all knowledge, Rachel would never do so.

Even without such extreme examples, it is easy to see that Rachel is not a purely academic mage.

His many great studies are enough to make him popular at the White Tower, a neutral academic institution with the world's largest library. As long as Rachel is willing to show some interest, they will definitely welcome him to join under the world's wanted list. But Rachel never thought about doing it. The last time the demon disaster spread, Rachel single handedly blocked the demon army for over a month, beating thousands of low-level monsters all the way to the demon general, making them cry and cry. In the end, she had to change her original attack direction and cross mountains to another country. At that time, a large group of righteous people were greatly shocked and offered olive branches to persuade him to change his ways, claiming that as long as he no longer committed evil deeds, they were willing to support all his other research. But Rachel shook her head.

Guarding the main material plane? No, I'm just short of materials recently, "my mentor sneered." What's the benefit of joining you? I don't lack wealth, I don't need fame, I can take whatever I need. You can't give me anything, but you plan to set rules for me. It's ridiculous. I do what I want to do. If anyone wants to attack me, come on

The ambitious adventurers have never won.

Rachel is on the top wanted list of almost all the kind-hearted factions, but there has never been a large-scale, joint crackdown on him. In this world, the factions are complex, and there are conflicts between good and bad people. There are so many bad guys that we can't fight them, so we have to deal with the most dangerous ones first. Rachel, who spends most of his time confined to the Tower, has a lower priority than his colleagues who constantly seek to destroy and rule the world.

Of course, even for a strong player like Rachel, with prior research as a foundation, it is not an easy task to come up with an emergency plan in such a short period of time. He has been very busy these days and has been keeping me busy. Besides serving as an assistant, I also have to handle emergency rations.

No, my supervisor didn't put me in the laboratory like this or that, he didn't have that hellish time. Rachel just strode towards me when she was hungry enough to affect her work, grabbed my head and pulled down, poking her tongue into my mouth and starting to lick.

Please forgive me for using such unromantic language to describe kissing, but that's exactly what happened, there's no room for any embellishment. I feel like a bag of energy drink, placed next to a researcher who forgets to sleep and eat. When he gets extremely hungry, he takes a bite of me and then throws it away. The crispness and crispness make me doubt not only my kissing skills, but also my life. I wanted to complain to him about the issue of paying attention to food and physical and mental health, but Rachel looked at me softly and didn't say anything I wanted to say.

People who lack sleep have a bad temper, and if someone with a bad temper lacks sleep

I am a good young man who doesn't want to die.

Thanks to the God of Magic, this terrible week has finally passed.

On the night of the successful research, both Rachel and I felt relieved. I am determined to have a good night's sleep tonight and go out for a good meal tomorrow, while Rachel has decided to sleep for eight hours in one go. We bid farewell in a friendly manner in the laboratory, and I finished my last magical bread before washing and sleeping with beautiful ideals.

Half an hour later, Rachel opened my bedroom door.