The next morning, I woke up frozen.

It's not the level of waking up frozen like 'the lover who slept with me last night rolled away my blanket', but the level of 'waking up to find myself struggling and floating in an Arctic ice cave'. I opened my eyes and saw myself frozen in a huge ice mass, merging with the frozen bed, with only one head exposed.

Rachel stood by the bed getting dressed, looking unhappy.

Oh, he noticed.

Good morning, teacher! "I greeted him warmly and cheerfully." Are you hungry? Have you eaten? If you're not full, would you like some more

My teeth began to chatter and fight, and this ice mass was no ordinary ice layer. The temperature was quite astonishing. Rachel stood expressionlessly a few steps away and looked at me for a moment, then walked over to the sound of my bumps and bruises, lowered her head, and kissed me.

Miraculously, it wasn't just a 'suck' this time. Rachel kissed me gently and delicately, and her kissing skills improved dramatically. After a while, I realized that she had perfectly replicated my movements from yesterday, from tapping the tip of her tongue on her palate to lightly biting her. The steps and timing were perfectly copied, and she truly lived up to her name. Ah, a beautiful day starts with a good morning kiss, which is a good start for every ronin. Even in the ice, I felt a surge of excitement.

Then there was a sharp pain.

If you have tried to achieve an erection when frozen, you will understand this indescribable pain. My expression twisted for a moment, and Rachel, who kept her eyes open during the kiss, immediately caught this. He relaxed his lips, took a step back, and gave me a white smile.

Enjoy your vacation, "he said kindly.

Under Rachel's bouncing fingers, the ice continued to grow upwards, freezing my mouth with lightning speed.

How to control a mage? The Forbidden City is the best choice, as artificially creating a dead magic zone can solve most of the problems. However, in this magical world, creating a dead zone that eliminates magical factors is like maintaining a bubble underwater, which requires favorable timing, location, and people. The artificial dead magic zone not only has high operating costs, but also attracts hatred: except for spellcasters, all magic sensitive individuals and those with magical biological bloodlines will not adapt well in the dead magic zone, and in severe cases, they will weaken and die.

Physical means are still the most common method of handling, and the tongue of a mage can change the world, so the curse of the mage's mouth emerged; The mage's fingers flick the world, so the fully enclosed mage handcuffs are highly praised. A mage who cannot speak or touch is basically gentle and harmless. If you are still not at ease, just search and change clothes, and take away anything that may store emergency instant spells.

My mentor froze me naked, from my feet to my mouth, in a magic ice that wouldn't melt.

How can we say that mages are the most ruthless towards mages.

I don't really want to explain how I managed to escape in the end. It's an exclusive secret and I have no comment. In short, it was a tragic process filled with cold and egg pain. When I was freed from the big ice, the sun had already risen from sunrise to sunset outside. I was hungry and sneezed repeatedly, shivering as I dressed myself and mourned the wasted vacation today.

I deducted one meal from Rachel, and he deducted two meals from me. He's really calculating.

I sniffled and walked out of the door, ready to take a hot bath and see if there was anything delicious. But as soon as I left the room, I realized something was wrong.

The protective spell on the west side has been triggered, and a guest has entered the hermit's cabin.

I flashed downstairs fully armed and dressed neatly within seconds. My perception extends along the "lines" arranged in the hermit's hut to every corner, capturing form, sound, breath, and energy that converge into my brain, like vibrations on a spider web rushing towards the center spider. In just a moment, I found the trace of the unwelcome guest.

Two people, one is a holy priest of the good god, and the other is hiding better, a wanderer? Their traces are too obvious, they definitely didn't have the help of a mage. They probably used some disposable item to tear open the defense. These two people headed straight to the basement, focusing more on speed than hiding. They seemed to have a clear goal and knew exactly what they were planning to do.

This combination is definitely not a lucky adventurer or a petty thief who wants to steal.

I had a rough guess, so I stopped and felt no longer in a hurry. It's useless to be in a hurry. The earliest traces appeared half an hour ago. According to Rachel's efficiency, half an hour later, the dust has probably settled by now, and it doesn't matter whether I go or not. I stood at the staircase entrance in the basement, thought for a moment, and then took a step forward.

Turning a corner, I saw one of the guests. On the floor outside Rachel's laboratory, there was a girl with blood stains lying on her face. She covered the huge wound in vain, with bloodstains several meters long behind her, as if she wanted to climb forward.

I squatted down beside the dying girl and asked, 'Do you need any help, miss?'

She trembled and turned her head, her eyes suddenly lit up.

I thought she was in her twenties, but when she looked up at me, I realized that this girl might not be an adult yet, around sixteen or seventeen years old, with tears on her childish face. That dress belongs to the priest of the God of Healing, one of the most popular members of the adventurer team. Being able to become an official priest so quickly, she can be considered an excellent talent. It's a pity.

The priest girl's hand, full of blood, trembled and grabbed the corner of my clothes, pulling hard like a life-saving straw. She didn't ask me to save her, instead she kept pointing towards the half open laboratory door.

Edward, it's still inside... "The pastor's lips trembled violently, desperately squeezing out a few words." Help...! Please help

I can tell two things from her eyes. Firstly, she must deeply love Edward on the other side of the door; Secondly, the young pastor must have never been to the battlefield.

She may have been living in the temple all day, burying herself in prayer and learning, growing from an excellent person to a formal pastor, living a fulfilling and simple life. This is definitely her first adventure, at least her first battle against other intelligent creatures rather than low-level monsters, so she naively believes that humanoid creatures outside the target are kind-hearted people who can seek help.

This world doesn't operate like that.

Countless adventurers come and go every day, living like fireworks and dying like dust - this is still a good situation, as most people's lives and deaths are like dust. This world is both exciting and cruel, and all adventurers know that those who suddenly appear silently in battle are untrustworthy, while those who approach the dying, except for the Templars and priests who abide by the rules, are mostly prepared to pick up leaks, and the kindest ones only provide end-of-life care. The pastor in front of her seemed completely unaware of how suspicious it was for someone outside the demon king's lair who was leisurely asking her if she needed help. Or maybe she just lost too much blood to consider this.

Sorry, that's not what I meant, "I had to explain to her." Miss, there is a hole behind your lung, and the next ten to twenty minutes will be very painful. Do you need me to provide a quick and painless death? I will also sing a eulogy for the God of Healing, if you need it

She looked at me blankly, seeming unable to understand. After a moment, the pastor struggled again.

There! "She pointed excitedly at the door," That is... an evil dark wizard! We must, we must eliminate... cry... an unforgivable evil demon

If her lungs were still intact, the young pastor would probably give me an impassioned speech to illustrate how heinous the black wizard they were hunting was and how terrible the consequences would be if he continued to live. Now there are only broken words left in the long speech, and the heavy breathing sounds hurt. I couldn't bear it, so I covered her mouth.

I know, I know, you're looking for Rachel, "I said softly, and the Reverend nodded vigorously." So do you need my help

She took half a beat to understand what I meant.

Miss Priest looked incredulous, as if she couldn't believe how anyone could remain indifferent even after knowing who it was. Then her face turned red, as if in a flashback, and she forcefully shook off my hand.

You... are you guys in the same group?! "she said angrily.

We are not in the same group, we are only temporarily connected by fate. For the sake of my life, I cannot escape from Rachel. However, this kind of thing is too complicated to explain, so for the sake of understanding, I said, "I guess so

The light of hope in her eyes was extinguished, and fear, pain, and anger returned, drowning out those young eyes. She started crying again, crying too hard, so I still cast a spell to numb her wound.

How could this happen? "The young pastor said in a faint voice." If you can sing hymns, then you're not from the evil camp. Why

Yeah, why is that? "I agreed.

He's such a bad devil, so evil... "she said, getting angry again." Help this kind of person! You'll go to hell! You'll be betrayed by him! You guys, you won't have a good ending

The pastor's voice was filled with tears, but her eyes were unfocused. Death was already approaching, and she had noticed it herself. The fear of approaching death and unwillingness made even the kind pastor speak ill, but among all the curses I have heard, such a level of malice is as soft and powerless as a child's words.

May you return to the wings of the God of Healing, and there be no disability or illness in the Lord's kingdom... "I began to hum a mournful song.

The pastor's eyes were wide open and she had already passed away.