Demon King's Mentor

Estero didn't see Eric one day, he went to see Sedef, but the other party said that he just made some harmless jokes.

Since tomorrow is his birthday, there are too many arrangements, and Estelo is obsessed with various things. He didn't see Eric coming back from outside until night, and he ran to knock on the door of his room.

Eric opened the door, and Estero smelled the sweat on his body. He saw Eric's coat thrown on the ground, and felt that he was a bit abnormal. Normally, Eric would always take off the clothes he took off. Fold it well, every time he comes to Eric's room, he will feel that the teacher is too self-disciplined.

"What's the matter, Eastero?" Eric's voice was hoarse, his short brown hair was a little messy, his slightly tired expression and his posture leaning against the door frame made him look almost lazy.

Estero began to feel parched for some reason: "Old... Teacher, I haven't seen you today... just a day... just to see if you are... not feeling well."

The other party seemed to be stunned for a moment, Estero felt ashamed of his stuttering, and dared not look at his expression.

"I'm a little tired." After Eric finished speaking, he felt that his indifference was almost suspicious, so he stretched out his hand and pinched the other person's ear. "Is it busy these two days? Come in if you have anything to say."

"I..." Estero hesitated when he walked into this familiar room. He looked at the small piece of skin on the waist when the other party bent down to pick up the coat, and then looked at the large wooden bed. , Out of time, he thought of the lewd words Sedef said to him.

Maybe he guessed right, the teacher is indeed the kind of person who is not very good at enjoying himself.Estero laughed after thinking about it.

"What are you laughing all of a sudden?" Eric saw him laughing, and even he didn't realize that he laughed along with him inadvertently. He stretched out his hand and tugged at the young man's braids, "What a kid! Already 16 years old! I can't tell at all!"

"The teacher pulled my hair again!" Estero was stunned, and the previous nervousness and cranky thoughts were gone forever.

"That's because you only recently started braiding your hair," Eric said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I didn't ask you before, why do you have long hair?"

Eastero sat beside him and said, "Hair is the price."

Eric froze for a moment: "Sounds like an evil magic."

"It's not an evil spell." Eastero skillfully pulled out the dagger from Eric's boots, cut off a small section of hair, and whispered a spell in his mouth. Then, several light spots appeared in the air, flickering After devouring the blond hair, he stretched out his hand, snapped his fingers, and then an object fell from the air, which was quickly caught by Eastero.

"Teacher, guess what it is." Estero smiled and looked at him with blue eyes, "Hold out your hand!"

"Yes... what is it?" Eric stretched out his hand hesitantly, and put the finger held by Eastero in his palm. When he moved it away, Eric saw a small piece of sparkling gemstone appearing in his hand .

Eric held the gem carefully with his thumb and index finger in amazement, "This is?!"

"It was exchanged with the elves." Eastero said, "The exchange is different every time. Sometimes the stingy elves will only give me an ordinary stone."

"What is the elf doing with your hair?" Eric asked.

"To make strings, or to make bowstrings," Eastero replied.

Eric looked at Estero with loose hair, and remembered what someone said about his elven blood, and asked him, "Aren't you... an elf too?"

Estero smiled and said: "The elves I mean are not the same thing as the elves the teacher thinks of. The elves I mean are elemental elves, and the teacher is referring to humanoid elves. Although they sound similar, they are completely different. species. It’s just that humans collectively referred to objects that also emit light as elves a long time ago, for example, the luminous mimetic Pithier butterfly is commonly known as elf butterfly.”

"Oh?" Eric felt that his book was worth reading, and he could tell a lot of stories every time.

"Besides, I'm not an elf," Eastero said. "I'm only one-eighth elven blood."

"Really..." Eric looked at his blond hair and fair skin, "It's really not pointy ears."

"By the way, teacher," Eastero said to him, "your gown has been delivered, and Elada told me that she is in your locker."

"Oh." Eric looked away.

"I really want to see the teacher wearing a dress," Estero looked at him with a smile, "it must be very beautiful."

Eric came back to his senses, pinched the ends of his hair, and said, "Only a beautiful boy like you can be called good-looking. Think about tomorrow, how many girls will fall in love with you and rush to dance with you Woolen cloth!"

"I hate when people stare at me, and even more I hate having physical contact with others," Estero looked at the man's mature face, "Teacher..."

"Huh?" Eric looked at his eyes as clear as spring water under the moonlight, which was both attractive and made him want to look away, "Remember asking me for a birthday present?"

"Yeah." Eastero said, "Let me be a teacher again!"

"How do you want to be a teacher?" Eric asked him with a smile, "Do you want to do something bad?"

"Let me teach you a spell." Before Eric came back to his senses, Estero turned around, faced Eric, grabbed his hands and put them on his cheeks, At the same time leaning his forehead, he looked into Eric's green eyes, as if he wanted to pry into his heart, "This spell, even ordinary people can learn it," he breathed sweetly, "The more The closer you are, the more pronounced the effect will be.”

Eric could feel his heat, and it nearly brought him into cardiac arrest.

"Teacher, look into my eyes, don't move away, and then chant the spell after me..." Estero closed his eyes, uttered an elf's language, and then opened his eyes and looked at him.

Eric looked him in the eyes, repeated the incantation, and there was a long silence.

"It seems quite effective," Estero smiled at him, "The teacher successfully immobilized me."

Eric froze for a moment, looked at him, and when pulling/drawing his hand from between his face and his hand, Estero still maintained that posture.

"Is it interesting?" Estero said, "This is a spell I've been looking for for a long time, and it doesn't require a little bit of magic foundation to realize, but it requires a lot of trust." He said, "Teacher, help me put your hands down , which seems kind of stupid."

"Oh... oh..." Eric reached out and tugged at his arm.

"Teacher!" Estero was stiff all over, and fell backward when he touched him.

Eric hurried to pull him, but stumbled and nearly tripped over him. Fortunately, he quickly supported him with his hands to avoid crushing the immobile Eastero.

And when he came back to his senses, he saw Estero lying motionless on his bed with scattered blond hair. Eric suddenly remembered Sedev's descriptions of sensuality, but when he remembered, he felt Not as angry as in the morning, his eyes began to wander on the other person's face and Guolu's neck.

They looked at each other in silence, and could feel each other's disordered breathing.

"How... how to untie it?" Eric looked at the undefended young prince, his mind was full of things that shouldn't be thought of.

"The teacher can untie it with a kiss," Eastero said.

Eric froze for a moment, then scratched his nose, "Who wants to kiss you!"

Eastero laughed softly, then looked at Eric, and said, "Teacher, I taught you the most dangerous magic, and this is probably the only magic that can limit me. Because it doesn't rely on formulas A combination of elements or willpower, but trust. Unless I don't trust you anymore... My spells are getting stronger and stronger. I don't think even now, even kings and archmages can easily subdue me. Only this magic, probably the only one I have And its effect increases with time... maybe next time you say this spell, I won't even be able to blink or speak."

"Esterloh," said Eric, with a melancholy look on his face after listening to what he said, "I want to forget it right away."

"It's useless," Eastero said with a smile. "As long as you read the spell once, it will be engraved in your mind. The solution to the spell is to read it again."

Eric hardly had to think, and the incantation came out of his mouth easily.

Estero sat up from the bed, smiled and said to him: "Teacher, it's getting late. I will get up early tomorrow, so I will leave first. You must not forget what I said to you today!" After finishing speaking, He stood up and walked out.

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