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After the teacher became a succubus

Chapter 18 Transfer

Chapter 18 Transfer

Apr 13, 2025

I lay on the experimental ground for a long time before getting up, feeling a bit cold and painful - my stomach was laughing so hard, and my palm accidentally pressed on a piece of glass. I sucked off the blood and glass shards on my hands, thinking that I hadn't had a chance to take a shower and have a meal yet.
Alas, it's all due to unexpected events.
Rachel returned to her bedroom and began to tidy up. Blood oath takers have another frustrating attribute, which is that when they die, blood oath takers who have the same target as their blood enemies can sense each other. Other blood oath takers who came towards Rachel could sense where this Edward had died tragically, and for these crazy hunting dogs whose daily lives are like running around the world to find enemies, they would not miss any possibility.
This hermit's cabin needs to be abandoned.
In theory, it would be more convenient to start cleaning up from the laboratory. However, when Rachel left here, perhaps because I refused to respond obediently, it would be very embarrassing for him to stare at me here. It's just that the Great Demon King left without achieving his goal, it's so embarrassing to stay in the same place. I walked slowly upstairs, passing by the debris, blood, and corpses on the ground, absentmindedly wondering if this could be considered a milestone progress.
What I mean is, even if I didn't answer Rachel's question, he didn't attempt to cast a spell to force me to speak. As mentioned earlier, although Rachel is a rare dark wizard who doesn't like to read brains, she is exempt from interrogation. He actually respected his students' hesitancy towards him, it's a miracle. It is also possible that the situation is special now, and he is not confident in quickly knocking me down while preserving my life.
I will fight back desperately.
However, realizing that 'I will fight back desperately for this' is also a remarkable progress.
Upon careful consideration, it's not that I can't say a word, I just don't want to delve deeper into this issue. The best way to refuse to have a deep discussion with Rachel is to not say a word from the beginning, otherwise he will most likely try to dig deep into everything from you, whether it's information or your emotions, what you are willing to reveal or what you don't want others to know, will be displayed in broad daylight. I have never encountered it, but I have watched other unlucky people. When it only causes emotional harm, Rachel never shows mercy and doesn't know the depth... or he knows the depth but just doesn't care.
In his eyes, emotions are just a redundancy of survival.
I didn't leave Rachel because I realized I was doing something wrong. To be honest, I ran away just for myself. Rachel had a profound impact on me. Before I ran away, his commands were my motivation, and his way of thinking lived in my head, mixed with my own thoughts. At that time, the so-called good and evil had no meaning, let alone 'leaving him because of conscience discovery'.
Apprentice Heiman's observations, thoughts, and feelings are all covered by the ghost of Rachel. Even when he leaves the tower to complete a mission, there is a barrier between him and the world. At that time, I had a sense of superiority that I didn't even realize, and my perception of everything outside the tower was like the perception of celestial beings towards the existence of the main material plane. It wasn't until I went into hiding and fled around for many years that I truly integrated into this world and figured out which ones were Rachel's ideas and which ones were my true perceptions.
That's when I realized that evil never makes me happy.
After years of confusion and experimentation, I have found my place. I realize that I am a free spirited egoist who does not hesitate to engage in self harm and does not feel any heart wrenching guilt. However, if possible, I prefer to do good things. I have determined what kind of person I am and will no longer hesitate or feel frustrated. The shackles no longer exist, the sea outside the door is vast and the sky is open, and this world is vast and wonderful. What is there that cannot be overcome? Once you open it up, life becomes very enjoyable.
I saw through it, but instead Rachel didn't.
I once held everything in his hands, from life to joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, everything was unavoidable. Like the shadow on the ground to the sun shining on it, no matter how the shadow crawls and chases in vain on the ground, the sun moves forward according to its own trajectory, high above and unaffected - even after I am out of this situation and state of mind, I still view the teacher-student relationship in this way. But things are unpredictable. When our unhealthy relationship as a master and disciple had the opportunity to face each other again and not be too busy killing each other, I was stunned to find that Rachel was not affected. He clearly held a grudge against me and couldn't forget it.
This is enough for me to laugh for more than ten minutes.
Let's go. "Rachel appeared at the door again, lifting her chin to the ground," Take it with you
He is referring to the body of the pastor.
A few minutes later, we left the hermit's hut, where flames ignited and everything was set on fire, including the remaining body of the blood oath taker. This unnatural flame will not cease until it swallows up everything in the entire forest.
All the notes and materials are in the space bag, Rachel is empty handed, and I am holding the body of that poor girl. That's the experimental material he needs. He asked me to hold it, and I held it, too lazy to ask if it was because the space bag would have any unwanted effects on the body, or if he just wanted me to do it. The priest's cold blood blurred on the clothes on my chest, mixed with the aftermath of the previous freezing spell, making me want to take a hot bath even more.
What are you thinking? "He suddenly said.
Sofa bed. "I sighed and stuffed back the internal organs that were about to fall out of the body." I just bought it not long ago, I should have slept a few more times
Why don't you bring it? "He said.
Oh right! "I agreed," will you reimburse me for buying another one next time, teacher
Rachel is too lazy to talk to me.
I feel sorry for the newly bought sofa bed, but Rachel doesn't care at all about this house. The True Mage never looked back at the Flame Spell. He walked without looking back, and late that night, he took me to another safe house.
I'm not surprised that Rachel can find a dozen places to stay around the world. On the one hand, he is far sighted, and on the other hand, he is super wealthy. The guy who goes to rob dragons when he lacks money certainly doesn't mind buying more properties for himself. If he doesn't need them, he will leave them unused and burn them down. What an enviable and jealous wealthy guy. The only thing worth mentioning is that the internal structure of Cabin 2 is very similar to the previous hermit cabin, resembling a chain hotel with a laboratory and two bedrooms.
The laboratory is standard equipment, and having two bedrooms is a bit creepy. I hope Rachel just happened to choose another safe house with two bedrooms, instead of every safe house having two bedrooms. Otherwise, who was the extra bedroom prepared for?
As is well known, Rachel had no companions.
The small trouble caused by the Blood Oath and his companions was completely erased within a few hours, and the whole thing was just a small episode for Rachel. When I stepped into the new safe house, my mentor had already returned to normal, as if neither the attack nor my lack of cooperation had occurred.
My stomach chattered incessantly to me, claiming that after a whole day of neglect, it would never come back to magic bread again. I patted my stomach in the hard-earned hot bath, it was really spoiled. When I was an apprentice before, one day was it magic bread? But I am a sensible and good half elf. We haggled for a long time, and in the end, it convinced me and made me ready to go out.
As soon as I opened the bathroom door, Rachel stood outside.
The hem of his black robe was still swaying, and as soon as he walked from elsewhere to stand here, he calculated that I would come out at this moment - someone like Rachel who seizes time never likes to wait. I was still thinking about grilling elbows and making wheat wine, but I didn't react for a moment and only showed a hasty smile.
Go to bed, "Rachel said.
Ah, okay straight ball, now I'd rather he continue to dawdle for a while before coming back. I want to elaborate on the fact that the half elf youth needs to eat. As soon as he opened his mouth, he was stuffed with a mouthful of magic bread.
I tried to swallow and said, 'How many hours did I hold the body today?'
So what? "Rachel said.
Well, his accountant is more strange than this.
I'm very hungry, "I said.
How many hours did you hold the body? "He raised his eyebrows.
No, no, no, that's two different things, "I said." This will affect my work status and allow me to perform at a level that doesn't satisfy you
Do you want to eat something? "Rachel said.
Yeah, at least you should treat me to dinner, "I continued to pester around." Inviting the person you want to sleep with to dinner is a basic etiquette
I once again collapsed naked on the bathroom floor, my body bound by rigid spells. The hard tiles kissed the back of my head like a dull stick, almost knocking me unconscious. A bare foot stepped on my chest, and in my dazed vision, amidst the lingering mist in the bathroom, I saw Rachel's sinister smile.
Do you still want me to treat you to a meal after you deducted my rations last night? "He said.
My heart was stirred by the words' rations', and the touch of that foot on my chest - although it may sound like a strange group of sexual fetishes - made me feel out of place. I had to work hard to imagine the fragrant pig elbow, and the vivid imagination made my stomach sing loudly, fully reflecting my attitude.
Guess what? "Rachel said calmly, with a somewhat frightening kindness that seemed to turn things upside down." Since I know at least a dozen spells that can cause people to die from exorcism, I don't need your cooperation when I need something

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