I, the villain, trained the loser into a dark boss

Leah picked up her small leather suitcase and was about to go out.

Then……

She realized something.

Will went to meet a friend. He didn't bring any weapons. Maybe he only had something in the ring she gave him.

"Well..."

She tiptoed up the stairs to Will's room.

"You didn't even say goodbye, then... don't blame me."

Chapter 142: Intuition as a teacher

This wasn't the first time Leah had entered his room.

Will's room is neatly tidied, partly because of Iael, and partly because Will arranges his things neatly.

In the laboratory, Leah was often accused by him that the laboratory was not organized at all, and she couldn't find it when she looked for it!

"Who is the teacher?"

Leah looked around, looking for the thing she wanted to take away——

arms.

Well... although for a priest, the word "weapon" sounds very strange.

However, Will did carry his precious staff when he went in and out of the dungeon with them.

There is a translucent black crystal ball on the staff. Judging from Leah's many years of experience as a magician, it is probably very advanced and may have other special functions.

He quite likes it and takes it with him wherever he goes.

Just don't use it much.

Because most of the time the priest only needs to chant correctly and does not rely much on the output power of the weapon.

"Ah, here it is."

The staff was not hidden, but placed next to the desk where he usually sat, leaning there like a broom.

"This guy, at least...at least go back to the cabin and take something as precious as yours away."

Leah picked it up carefully.

"But yes, their guesses were wrong. Since you didn't even have the time to come back and get the weapon, you must have been taken away by someone!"

Looking at the translucent black crystal ball, Leah thought for a moment, took out her staff from the ring, and stuffed Will's into it.

This way his staff won't break easily.

What I have on hand are only cheap mass-produced goods, and there is nothing left to save.

The first time she saw Will take this thing into school, it seemed to be the first final exam.

Because few people brought their own staffs to school, she specifically asked Will about its origin.

"Well, the origin actually has something to do with you, teacher."

"Is it related to me?"

"You remember, you attacked me... uh... and then I fell quite badly. At that time, Carver... my father didn't even look at me, and asked me to go to school quickly."

"...I'm sorry."

"No, no, there's no need to apologize. After all, it's your employer who's to blame. It was at that time that he gave me this staff as an apology."

"It turns out that your father even gave you something when he apologized. I thought he was the kind of person who only talks."

"Isn't it? The surface is still very good. But I don't usually take it out, so I can give it a try today."

Although Will later pulled her and introduced to her how rare this thing was, and the translucent black crystal on it was obtained by conquering which dungeon.

but……

What Leah can clearly remember now is that when he talked about being ignored by his father, he showed a little bit like the... loneliness of a student who failed to grow up?

And the precious expression on his face when he looked at the staff in his hand.

She rarely saw Will look like this.

Since it was such an important gift from his father, he might as well take it with him.

Maybe he could use it and beat up the woman who abducted him! ?

Leah took away the staff and stood up. A gust of wind blew in from the window, turning the pages on the table with a loud clatter.

"Um?"

She noticed that on the table was the notebook that Will couldn't put down.

He would bring it with him during class, but it was rare to see him taking notes on it.

"What's written on it?"

"...As a teacher, I only need to read one page. I still value privacy. I opened this page by accident. I took a quick look and saw..."

heroine.

The book was blown by the wind and turned quickly, and it was only the last page.

That page was filled with a page full of heroines.

"..."

The handwriting was a bit childish, looking like it was written when Will had just learned to write.

"Heroine?"

There's something strange about the word appearing here.

From Leah's impression, Will had never participated in drama performances in school, and he didn't seem to be very interested in popular novels.

Why was this word written?

Could it be...

Does he have a crush on someone, so he thinks she is the heroine?

"It's indeed a bit strange and deserves attention."

Leah didn't say much, just put it there, turned and walked out of Will's room, closing the door gently.

Click.

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One afternoon in the past three years, perhaps it was a moment of leisure when the busy laboratory finally stopped.

Facing the sunshine outside the window and looking at the green leaves, Will asked as if chatting——

"Speaking of which, Leah, have you ever thought about something?"

"Um?"

Leah put down the book in her hand and raised her head to look at him.

"Look, you witches can use peppermint essential oil to improve the flow of magic circuits in your body. So... is it possible for ordinary people?"

"Well..."

Perhaps because Will often stopped in the laboratory to ask her an "academic" question about magic, Leah subconsciously considered this from an academic perspective.

She actually studied it privately.

Because through the bloody peppermint essential oil, the witch has indeed gained more efficient magic casting and can break through the restrictions.

Apart from……

Apart from being overly excited, becoming particularly sensitive, and even having some abnormalities in the brain, such as taking some special psychotropic drugs, there are no side effects on the magic circuit.

It can be said to be a very useful auxiliary medicine.

Not only for scientific research that may require breaking through limitations to conduct experiments, but if it can be used in dungeons, it may save lives.

"The biggest problem for ordinary people is that they have different bloodlines from the witches, right? So we need to understand what makes the witches' bloodline unique."

Leah closed the book she was reading, stretched out her fingers, and started speaking seriously as if giving a lecture.

"The most special thing about the witch's bloodline is that the magic circuit is more closely connected with the body's blood, right? In fact, the bloody peppermint essential oil stimulates the blood, which instead acts on the magic circuit. So, if ordinary people want to achieve the same To achieve the effect, you must first reach this level.”

Will nodded frequently.

"Well, so if you want to use it for someone, you have to ensure this level first. As expected of Teacher Leia, I haven't thought of this idea before."

"But, it's impossible, right? To do this would basically be equivalent to transforming the blood and circuits of ordinary people. It would be as difficult as climbing to the sky."

Leah rejected it immediately.

"What if the witch's blood is mixed in? If the witch's blood is injected - assuming the blood types are the same, part of the blood will be integrated into the body. Is there a slight chance of this?"

"What a horrible thought, I don't want to give you my blood."

"I don't want it either. But, well...if you want to create such props or magic, you have to investigate the bloodline and blood type of 'that person' first..."

Leah heard some strange information from Will's mouth.

As a teacher's intuition, she felt that this boy had something wrong with him.

"I said you..."

"You're not going to give this to anyone, are you?"

"This...well, maybe I just want to remind you, teacher, that this thing can also be used by ordinary people?"

"Hmph, although we witches are witches, we don't have bad intentions like you every day. We wouldn't use it on ordinary people."

After Leah finished speaking, she hit Will's head with a knife.

Chapter 143: Withdrawal reaction

As soon as the brakes were applied, Leah's head hit the luggage next to the carriage.

Leah woke up from her dream.

"Miss? The car has arrived."

Watching the coachman talking to herself, Leah felt a little enlightened.

Maybe it's not a dream, but a distant memory.

In the past three years, she and Will had indeed had too many contacts and memories, and there were many stories. He received a lot of care from his school, and he also received some help from him in his projects.

In the blink of an eye...

It took three years.

"Thank you. This is the fare. The car drives smoothly and I sleep very comfortably. I will support your business next time."

Leah readjusted her hat in the car and jumped out of the carriage.

But the driver didn't seem to take the money and leave. Instead, he looked at Leah from a distance, as if he wanted to say something but didn't.

"What's wrong? Did I get something on my clothes?"

"No, I just think...Miss, you are quite strange. You look like a child, but you are surprisingly mature. I have been a coachman for so many years, and this is the first time that I have been praised by a passenger."

The coachman rubbed his calloused hands and put the gold coins into his pocket.

"You're still wearing that hat... Sure enough, the lady is the legendary witch, right?"

"Yes... she is a witch."

Leah pulled down her hat.

This was the first time that she was called "mature" by outsiders. In her early years - well, probably when she was in her forties or fifties, when she and her mother came out together, they were basically regarded as two sisters, and she was the twelve-year-old one. "Immature" children.

"Hahaha, this is my first time meeting a witch. Seeing that you are in a hurry, I won't bother you. There is a hotel in front of you. I think you are planning a long trip."