Demon King's Mentor

Intermittent spells came from his ears, and Estero grabbed Eric's arm: "Teacher, get behind me!" Then he stretched out his hand and cast a defensive spell.

Before Eric could see clearly, a dozen vines hit the shield in front of them.Like a group of writhing snakes, they are crawling around.

Eastero chanted another spell, and sparks were generated around the shield, and then the flames rose, and the vines were burned, and they fled.

"It's just a joke, don't destroy the forest." After the other party walked in, Eric realized that it was an elf.

The elf has almost colorless silver hair and a pair of light blue eyes like glass. He has a slender figure. Although his actual age is unknown, he looks less than 20 years old and looks very handsome.

He walked to them lightly, looked at Eric, and said to Estero: "It seems that you have made a lot of progress, who is this gentleman?"

"It's my mentor, Eric Ingeirwin Knight." Estero said.

"Did he teach you spells?!" The other party was surprised, "I can't feel a trace of magic from him! Are human beings already so powerful?"

"I don't know magic," Eric said.

"No?!" The elf was even more surprised, "What kind of teacher is that? What did you teach him?"

"Shut up, Brucher!" Estero told him. "Do you only have eyes for magic?"

"No." The elf took a few steps back, "come to my house as a guest, my uncle has been thinking about you!"

"I plan to visit Lord Nafin again in a few days." Eastero said, "Don't disturb us, please? I can hear your chirping voice all the time!"

"Tsk!" Bruhl looked at them, "The little guy made new friends outside and forgot about us!"

"Don't call me kid!" Eastero said.

"When did the little guy get so tall?" Bruhl reached out and stroked his hair, and was avoided by Estero, he said, "I thought you had to grow more delicate, you Becoming more human than elf." He sighed, "Am I really gone?"

"Let's go!" Estero waved his hand.

"It won't be interesting if you're taller than me," Bruhl said with concern. "Shall we have a kiss that we haven't seen in a long time?"

Estero cast a spell, and a vine entangled Bruhl, lifting him off the ground, where he giggled and scrambled up the tree to leave.

Eric turned his head to look away from Eastero, only to find that the other's face was a little red.

"He wasn't like this before." Estero turned his head concealedly, "I always thought he was a girl, shy and shy. I don't know what stimulated him to become so frivolous."

"Do you like him?" Eric didn't know why he asked the question.

Estero shook his head: "No, I don't even have a fraction of his age."

"Who said love has nothing to do with age?" Eric teased him.

Estero opened his mouth to refute, but closed his mouth again, turned his head and walked away: "I don't know!"

When they went back, Aktina had already helped them pack their luggage. After they went back to rest, Aktina came to her grandson's room, sat down and looked at Estero, and asked, "What's the progress between you?" Where are you at?"

"Grandma?!" Estero's face turned red all of a sudden, "What are you talking about?!"

"You praised him like a god in your letters, and you almost glued your eyes to him when you were around him. Do you dare to say that you don't like him?" Aktina said to him with a smile, "I'm not that old-fashioned, I understand everything."

After hearing this, Estero just sighed: "The teacher didn't mean that."

"I think he likes you too," Aktina touched his shoulder. "Love and sneezing cannot be concealed. The way a man looks at you is what he feels inside."

"What does the teacher think of me?!" Eastero grabbed her arm.

Aktina smiled: "Your teacher may be a relatively restrained person, but I still think he has that meaning for you."

The young prince was a little discouraged: "I kissed him once."

"Oh!" Aktina was pleasantly surprised, "You are also very brave!"

"But then I apologized, and he accepted it," Estero said. "I swore to him never to do anything offensive to him again."

"You cherish him," Aktina sighed, "he is a lucky man."

"Lucky for me, Granny." Eastero looked at her.

"Poor little guy." Aktina stroked his hair, "Shall I let Nafin see what he thinks?"

"Don't do that!" Estero said. "Don't use spells on the teacher! Never!"

"Okay! Poor Esther," Aktina looked into his eyes, "I am a little envious of your affection for him. Sometimes I wish I could be decades younger and find someone to love marry."