Chapter 141-140- What’s the difference between that and taking her life?
In response to Yvette's question, the young demon Lant was naturally very excited. He immediately knocked his head to the ground again and said with a choked voice: "Thank you, Witch Lady..."
"Don't be too happy. Before that, I will give you a probation period. If you can't satisfy me, I won't teach you anything." Yvette said.
She thought she must be too fond of the demons. She thought the demons might be a tribe Rosaline had particularly favored, and she saw how much the child respected and worshipped Rosaline, and how tragic their fate had been. She couldn't help but nod. However, she felt that if Rosaline were still alive, still here, she would probably lend a hand to the boy, even if only to balance the tribe and limit the power of the abyssal demons.
"As long as you give me the power of revenge, I am willing to endure it no matter how difficult the process is!" Lant said firmly.
Yvette nodded slightly, then suddenly thought of something and asked, "Have you heard of a dragon named Dugrabi? The son of the Fire Dragon King of the Dragon Clan?"
She was a little dazed by the shock of her eldest disciple just now, and now she remembered that she had not yet inquired about Dugrabi.
Lant shook his head blankly: "I... I haven't heard of it..."
Yvette hummed, not finding it strange. The Dragon Kingdom was in the southeastern waters of the Eastern Continent, while the Demons lived in the southern part of the Western Continent. The two regions were truly unrelated. Lant was just a country boy. If it weren't for the Demons' special faith and affection for the Supreme Demon King, his complete ignorance would be perfectly normal.
Besides, Dugrabi is only about two hundred years old now, right? In a dragon race where adults are only considered at seven hundred years old, it would probably take a long time for him to truly emerge.
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Thanks to Rosalind's efforts, meditation has unexpectedly become quite popular in the Demon Abyss Continent where the average person is illiterate. Even a country boy like Lant has mastered it, which saves Yvette a lot of effort.
She planned to teach him some basic "rune recognition" content first, and use his efficiency in memorizing the runes to test whether the boy was as hardworking as he said. If he performed well, she would teach him the "Demon Codex of Earth" and the "Demon Codex of Heavenly Punishment". Otherwise, there would be no follow-up.
At this time, it was almost noon. With the sound of footsteps, Abela, wearing a burqa, lazily walked down from the second floor.
After rescuing the little boy from another world and placing him in an empty room on the first floor yesterday, she thought that she was closer to her master and deserved a higher-level position. After reporting, she moved her bedroom to an empty room on the second floor overnight. The location was also very particular, just opposite Rosaline's room, probably putting herself on the same level as the master's students.
After all, he is an old loyal minister who has been waiting for his master for hundreds of years. What's wrong with having a higher status?
Seeing the young man awake, now kneeling humbly on the blanket beside his master's sofa, she couldn't help but chuckle, wondering if someone of lower status than her was finally going to appear in this place? Would she then have subordinates to order around?
She immediately came over with a smile on her face, greeted her master respectfully, and then asked curiously, "Little brother, who are you?"
"Hello, Auntie." Lant raised his head stiffly and said politely, "Nice to meet you. My name is Lant Quinn, and I'm from the Demon Clan."
He spoke the Glowing Language, which had become the common language of the East and West Continents after being promoted by the Supreme Demon King. Abela had learned this language from Dugrabi, so it did not hinder communication between the two sides.
"Auntie?!" Abella immediately noticed the strange name, was stunned for a second, and her expression quickly turned gloomy.
You dare to call me auntie, little brat? I think you want to die... She thought viciously, but after glancing at her master, she suppressed her anger and said with a fake smile: "Well... There's no need to be so formal. You can call me Sister Abella."
"Hello, Sister Abella." Lant did as he was told.
Abela stopped looking at him and looked at her master. She said in Black Tide language, "Master, what's going on with this little brat? Can I kill him?"
"No. He's a demon from another world. His family was slaughtered by the demons of the abyss, and he ended up here," Yvette said. "I just accepted him as my registered disciple, so he's half a student now."
"Student..." Abella's eyes widened. Only Lant was still watching her blankly, otherwise she would have hugged her master's thighs and cried with tears and snot.
She had been waiting by her master's side for a hundred years and had never been promoted to a regular student. But this brat came and became one in just one day. How could this be possible!
Immediately, she became distraught and wailed, "Master, you are so foolish! How could you make such a hasty decision about something as important as accepting a student? You must think twice before acting..."
"So initially there's a probation period, where we observe everything from character to talent... and then decide whether to teach or not." Yvette didn't hear the hidden meaning in her words at all.
"But don't you think there's someone around you who's more loyal, more reliable, and more devoted to you, and who's more suitable to be your third disciple?" Abella smiled a half-flattering, half-coy smile, blinking hard. "Hey~"
"Your loyalty, reliability, and deep love mean you'll torture me in your pornographic stories?" Yvette glanced at her. "If you burn all that stuff, I'll agree."
Abella's expression immediately wilted. Becoming the master's student, receiving formal inheritance and more preferential treatment was indeed precious, but it had to come at the cost of her 50 years of hard work... No, it was impossible, it was absolutely impossible!
She is already an artist with a sacred and noble soul. How can she sacrifice art in exchange for such vulgar things as knowledge and power?
How is that different from taking her life?
Seeing that Abella was silent, Yvette was a little speechless. Do you cherish those pornographic stories so much?
She then glanced at Lant, who was confused by the encrypted communication, and said in Glowing Language, "This sister is also a master of magic. If you have any problems understanding runes, you can ask her."
Although Abela, like Dugrabi, only learned ready-made spells and did not learn the basic theories related to rune groups, he was still good at rune recognition. After all, this was the basis for mastering spells, which was similar to the vocabulary learned in English.
She was too lazy to explain such basic knowledge and let Abella deal with it.
"Thank you, Sister Abella." Lant said sincerely.
The corners of Abella's mouth twitched. Thinking about the little brat who had come yesterday and was worshipping the master today, she became angry and jealous. However, she didn't dare to disobey her master. She could only grit her teeth and say, "Okay... I get it..."
Just wait, you little brat, I’m going to let you experience the most terrifying hell of knowledge!
I'll get you drunk!
Feeling the chill emanating from the Spider Witch, Lant also sensed something was wrong. He observed the young aunt's expression and wondered why this older sister's eyes looked so scary... It would be better not to bother her unless it was absolutely necessary in the future.
It really is not a pleasant feeling to live under someone else's roof.
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Late that night, inside the manor villa.
On the first floor, Lant was reciting the new basic runes he had just learned. On the second floor, Abella was lying on the bed, snoring in a very unladylike posture. On the third floor, Yvette was sitting behind the desk in the study, looking at the half-drawn sketch of the new vehicle design in front of her. After a moment of silence, she rolled it up and threw it into the drawer.
She suddenly felt that it didn't matter whether she left Ish Island or went to the mainland to explore and travel.
Rosaline has fallen. Dougrabi is an immortal and there is no need to worry. She seems to have lost the motivation to travel.
And the biggest potential threat to the Land of the End, the Witch of the End, is gone, and her already limited survival pressure has been reduced to almost nothing.
Of course, Lant was just a country boy, and the answer he knew might not be the truth of the matter. On the bright side, maybe only the Witch of the End died, and Rosaline might not have survived... She comforted herself in this way, and then suddenly thought of the necromancy and the various concepts proposed by the Holy Spirit Sect.
Now she could finally understand the feelings of those foreign believers who supported the Holy Spirit Sect with real money even though they knew it was a cult.
Fortunately, she also obtained the undead magic technology of the Holy Spirit Sect. Although it did not contain the most core and confidential parts, it was enough for her. For the rest, she just needed to spend time to study it slowly.
In the endless accumulation of years, whether it is the magic of the dead or other conceptual magic, one day, she will find the possibility of realizing the miracle of "resurrection from the dead". This is the hope she has found for herself.
I'm stuck, everyone. I've just started writing the second chapter. I should be able to finish it before dawn.
(End of this chapter)
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