Chapter 103
Haha~ This kind of scumbag is even more fun to play with!
Come to think of it, I'm not young anymore. Getting married isn't a bad thing... Hmm... what should I do?
That's right! That's fantastic, I want Reynold to have my baby!
--Last month, the * Druid Spell Monthly * I received featured a remarkable feat by a Northern Sect druid--This woman helped a mother who wanted a child but was afraid of the pain to transfer her fetus and uterus into the father's body. Ten months later, the father gave birth to a healthy daughter naturally. The transplanted uterus was also healthy and intact, and could even withstand another pregnancy...
Wow!
Imagine, the Magic Council Speaker giving a speech while heavily pregnant...
Hmm, he must have looked beautiful giving birth! Thank you, teacher, thank you, Will of Nature. Now that I think about it, all those birthing techniques I learned as a child were definitely worth it!
"Your Excellency, Warden!"
I looked up from my reverie and saw my adjutant reporting, "We just received a message from Speaker Reynold of the Magic Council. They have escaped safely and also rescued the Dragon Emperor and Mr. Doug, the Vice President of our Federation Research Institute. He asked Warden if you should immediately lead a team to escort the kidnappers back to the Federation?"
Go! Of course I'll go!
Reynold, wait for me, I'm coming!
Praise be to nature!
Chapter 103
The banshee choir's beautiful singing made the two little forest spirits, renowned for their voices, feel utterly ashamed. If it weren't for Professor Nova's tentacles holding them, they would have committed suicide by crashing into the wall on the spot.
Honestly, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, and if these banshees hadn't formed an unbreakable pact with my spiritual power, I wouldn't have believed it—that dead corpses could produce such beautiful sounds, even more captivating than the songs of the woodland goblins!
Anna and Moli, sitting nearby, had almost forgotten to eat. They sat there blankly, spoons in their mouths, waiting for the banshees to finish their song before chanting in unison:
"Teacher! Let's form a girl group for them and have them debut!"
Why?
The lead singer, a woman, tilted her head and asked, "What is a girl group?"
"Girl groups are..." Moli and Anna excitedly began explaining the entertainment industry. The girls all gathered around, becoming more and more excited as they listened. The bright little purple flames in their eyes illuminated the entire restaurant with a purple glow. When they heard the sentence, "After girl groups become popular, they make a lot of money by holding concerts, shooting commercials, and filming TV dramas," my mind was instantly filled with countless gold coins and the high-decibel screams of the girls.
What's wrong with me...? Why do all the women in my family scream so much?
--I was forced to use a mental pressure to pin twenty-three noise pollution sources to the ground, and accidentally broke the lead singer's body in the process.
They lay pitifully on the ground, becoming incredibly docile, and stopped howling in my head.
Fortunately, they didn't scream with their vocal cords, but only their mental energy surged; otherwise, they would have made a fool of themselves in front of the two teachers.
Mel gently stroked my hair—it was almost down to my waist now—and Mel firmly opposed my cutting it, so I had no choice but to keep it as it was. Mel's gesture was just like petting a cat; I was afraid I'd start snoring again, so I slapped his unruly hand away and stuffed a chicken leg into his hand.
The succubus's lower body convulsed on the spot, while her upper body crawled to my feet, tugging at my robe and pleading, "Master, please let us go! We can earn you lots of money!"
"Yes, yes!" the succubi chimed in hastily. "And we won't neglect cleaning the house, we'll prepare meals and midnight snacks on time every day, we'll remember to iron the ladies' clothes, comb our mistress's hair, and we'll also..."
They started rattling off their uses, and I couldn't help but facepalm... These were twenty-three dangerous Death Banshee! Twenty-three powerful undead creatures that had been dead for six thousand years! How could they all talk like gentle, harmless maids! Letting them roam freely outside, wouldn't they scare innocent passersby?
But thinking about this, images of the unconscious Reynold and the convulsing Five-Star Old Man immediately flashed before my eyes... Feeling a bit discouraged, I realized that I didn't seem to have any grounds to say that the banshees were scary.
To the average passerby, all my undead creatures combined are probably not as frightening as their master!
So I nodded helplessly, and the banshees let out a perfectly silent cheer.
The succubus's exuberant spirits cheered me up too. It suddenly dawned on me that once my succubus made a fortune, I could take care of Mel! I couldn't help but turn to him, beaming with delight. Mel seemed to have guessed what I was thinking and said in perfect unison, "Xipei, you're going to take care of me? That's great! I'll make sure my sugar daddy is super comfortable!"
As he said the word "comfortable," his eyes glanced under my robe. Before the girls nearby could make any strange noises, I grabbed a patch and stuffed it into Mel's mouth. He chewed it with a grin, his cheeks puffing out, and his tongue occasionally licking his lips. This immediately reminded me of memories that weren't particularly suitable to be shared publicly, and my face flushed. I could only try to distract myself.
I looked down at the banshee lead singer, now severed in two. Under my gaze, she subconsciously tugged at her clothes at her chest. After a moment of contemplation, I said to the girls, "Tonight we'll learn how to suture corpses and mend broken bones."
"Wow..." the two girls exclaimed in unison.
With Professor Yamier and Professor Nova helping to take care of Ruiduo, Mel and I could go to class without worry. Although Professor Nova was still as unreliable as when he was the Butler, constantly extending a bunch of tentacles and waving his arms and legs, thankfully he listened to Professor Yamier very much. As Tower Spirit, Professor Yamier couldn't touch physical objects, but he could discipline Professor Nova. As long as he was standing next to him, Professor Nova would become incredibly dignified, as if he were a proper, normal ghost, rather than a white sheet that was constantly waving its tentacles and floating around...
Well, to be honest, the way the two teachers get along reminds me of the former director of the research institute and his husky.
For several days in a row, I was immersed in the warm atmosphere. My rationality as a mage allowed Mel and me to control our sex frequency to once every three days. The banshees kept the tower incredibly clean and cozy, not even a speck of dust in the carved cracks of the walls. Damala would also help supervise the apprentices' magic practice, and could even use her superior undead aura as a legion commander to force the wailing banshees to continue lying on the experimental table to be dismantled.
"Teacher, why won't this bone go in?" Anna waved the bone stick in her hand, almost like she was teasing a dog.
"Didn't you finish memorizing the skeletal section of human anatomy?" I frowned. "You're trying to attach her shinbone to her shoulder?"
Anna froze for a second, and the next second she was plastered to the ceiling by Mel.
"Draw the human skeleton from memory three hundred times!" Mel said sternly. Paper and pen floated into the air automatically. Anna twitched her ears and resignedly began to draw. Moli was good at human anatomy because she told me that she had already learned artistic anatomy when she was learning to draw, so it was easy for her now.
However, the banshee on the platform had already fainted—I only learned that banshees could faint after teaching two girls, so I had no choice but to put her back and let Damala replace her with another banshee.
After Damala left, she did not bring back the banshee as I ordered. About ten minutes later, she came in carrying two still struggling living people.
... She carried Lusien and Luolan on her shoulders, one in each hand.
The lich stopped in front of me and asked, "Master, shall we execute him?"
I gasped and hurriedly waved my hand, only then realizing that Damala had never seen Lusien and Luolan. And if Lusien had blindly rushed into the tower like last time, it was incredibly lucky that the High Lich hadn't killed him on the spot!