Raising Octopus Juvenile

"Success is not enough to fail. I asked you to get out of her neckline. I didn't let you fall from the chandelier, let alone spacewalk. You can't do this little thing well. Don't you understand people? ?"

As soon as the family banquet was over, Cecil immediately returned to the room and began to teach the little one.

The little octopus had already crawled back into his tank. He grievedly shrank in the corner filled with water and grass, wrapped his small head with tentacles, rolled himself into a ball, and did not dare to look at Cecil at a glance. Seeing him look pitiful, Cecil couldn't help sighing.

"Forget it, there will be opportunities in the future. You can't scare her now because you are too young. As long as you work hard to grow up and become a big burly octopus, you will surely be able to scare her into tears."

The little octopus immediately put down his tentacles, and his disappointment was swept away. Those round eyes were staring at Cecil, and there was a glow of excitement.

He is already thinking about a bright future.

Obviously this little guy didn't mean to reflect on himself, Cecil sighed helplessly, picked up the beef on the side, and continued to feed it resignedly.

Today is really unfavorable.

I wanted to scare Lena, but I didn't expect to make her laugh, which made Cecil feel frustrated for the first time in a smooth flow. Fortunately, Lina didn't know who the owner of this little octopus was. She only thought that the little octopus that had been awkwardly slipping on the plate was a little cute, and even wanted to take him away, but Arnold stopped him in time.

"It's better not to touch this kind of unknown creature to avoid contracting unknown diseases."

He sent Lena away for this reason, then picked up the little octopus on the plate, and asked Cecil helplessly.

"Why did Xiaoyi appear on the chandelier?"

"Then you have to ask him."

Cecil casually snatched the little octopus from Arnold's hand and rubbed the dripping oil onto his sleeve.

Arnold: "..."

"I know you don't like that kid, and I don't like it either." He bent down and looked at Cecil tenderly.

Cecil: "Why don't you like her?"

"Because my sister is only you."

Cecil blinked his eyelashes, slightly moved.

"Okay," Arnold rubbed Cecil's little head and whispered, "Let's go back to the house."

Although Cecil's "First Seed Kill" failed, she was not discouraged.

In the next few days, she fed the little octopus all kinds of food with a nearly rigorous research spirit, and found that no matter what the little octopus ate, there were no obvious signs of growth.

Although it is impossible to change in just a few days, Cecil still feels that eating so many small octopus every day is not long, and it has something to do with the composition of the food.

She was busy pounding the little octopus all day, and her father Kevin and Lena were not idle either.

St. Edmund's College will start in a few days, and Kevin wants to make sure Lena can go to school. This is the top magic school in the entire Astar Empire. He and Arnold were once students of this academy, and Cecil is now one of them.

The enrollment requirements of the college are very strict, either from the noble children who have been hereditary for more than three generations, or the students with exceptional talents. Other ordinary students have not been qualified to enter the college for a lifetime.

Although Lena has been named Levitt's surname, she is an illegitimate daughter after all. There have been precedents that illegitimate children are not allowed to enter the school. Just in case, Kevin still cleared up with the academy's board of directors in advance.

A week later, St. Edmund's College opened.

Early in the morning, Kevin suggested that Cecil and Lena share a carriage to the college, but Cecil rejected him on the grounds that he "do not want to be teased by the college students", and climbed into the carriage alone and left.

Of course, part of the reason is because the lines in the game are like this, but more because Cecil has a secret that needs to be concealed, which makes her have to hide.

The carriage stopped in front of the tall and heavy carved iron gate, and the solemn and gray buildings came into view.

The gate of the college was crowded with carriages and servants of noble children. Cecil jumped out of the carriage, avoided the crowd, and ran to a remote and hidden black tower behind the teaching building.

When there was more than ten meters away from the tower, the surrounding air suddenly showed transparent ripples, and the girl's slender figure sank into the ripples, as if swallowed by some invisible space, and disappeared in an instant.

This weird tower is called the Black Tower by the students, and it is the workplace and habitat of the black magic consultant Bod Mfield. Bode is not a teacher at the academy, but a consultant hired by the academy to make black magic weapons, so he does not need to teach the students, as long as he can safely conduct his own research. This black magic consultant has a bad temper and hates being interrupted, so the academy ordered that no one enters the black tower, otherwise any problems will occur, and the consequences will be at your own risk.

But Cecil is the only exception.

Although she had just inadvertently broke into this forbidden place, Bode did not punish or expel her, instead he kept her and accepted her as his student.

The reason for Bode’s decision is simple—

He is a complete white-haired control.

"So what are you going to teach today? I'll say it first. If I use low-level spells such as dark whispers to fool me, I won't learn it."

Cecil sat in the middle of a pile of translucent ghosts, and said with a lack of interest.

"Small things... dark whispering is not a low-level spell." Bode stared at a mess of black hair, his whole person looked listless, and the dark circles under his eyes were scary. "This spell can disturb people's minds, on the battlefield. It's the key to victory in one stroke, you can't underestimate it."

Cecil shrugged: "So what, I'm not on the battlefield."

Bode put down the test tube in his hand and raised his head, revealing a feminine and wilting face. He stared at Cecil slowly, and suddenly spoke slowly: "What did you bring with you?"

Cecilton gave a moment and opened his little pocket. The tiny, dark little octopus crawled out of its pockets with its slender tentacles, leaving a row of wet water stains.

"What is this?" Bode opened his sleepy gray eyes slightly, his tone a little curious.

Cecil spread out her palms and let the little octopus lie on her hands: "It's my pet."

Bode: "..."

"I didn't ask you this, I mean..." He stared at the little octopus in Cecil's hand, trying to reach out and touch it. "What kind of creature is this?"

The pale and slender fingers slowly stretched out towards the little octopus's head. The little octopus, like an enemy, suddenly popped out a few tentacles, instantly entwining Bod's fingers, and squeezing them tightly.

Cecil: "It's an octopus."

"Octopus? What is that?"

Bode became more confused. He had never heard of the term octopus, and had never seen such a strange creature.

"You don't understand it."

Cecil took out a piece of dried beef from the small satchel he carried with him. The little octopus immediately released Bode’s finger, moved quickly to Cecil’s hand like a teleport, and hugged the beef with its tentacles and snorted and ate it. .

"Actually, I brought him here to ask you. How can this little guy not eat long? What do you think should be fed to him so that he can grow up quickly?"

Cecil's attitude of asking for advice was very serious, which made Bode also subconsciously touched his chin, and seriously looked at the little octopus that was eating.

"Hmm... because it is a species that has never been seen before, so it is very likely to be a magical creature that has not been discovered. Since eating human food doesn't work, why don't you give him some magic power?"

"Magic..." Cecil pondered slightly, "Then I'll try it."

"But I don't recommend that you use your own magic power to feed him. After all, it will consume you a bit." Bod slowly reminded her, "Your magic power will also be used to learn more dark magic secrets. Wasted in this kind of place."

Cecil: "Who uses my magic power? Is it yours?"

Hearing the words, Bode raised a nearly gloomy smile slowly and slowly, and the lingering candlelight cast a floating shadow on his pale face.

"You are my student. Naturally, there are hundreds of ways to get sufficient magic power."

Cecil knew what he meant.

Learning black magic does not mean that this person is evil, but Bode definitely learns black magic because of his evil nature.

In his words, he was obsessed with black magic since he was a child, not because he was interested in black magic, but because black magic is more suitable for killing people.

Essentially, this guy is an out-and-out lunatic.

And the reason why he made such a suggestion is because he has always believed in—

"If there is a need," Cecil smiled, "I will consider your proposal."

-Cecil has the same essence as him.

The study time is over soon. The students in the college walked out of the classroom one after another, walking together in groups, cheering and laughing, full of youthful and lively atmosphere.

Lina did not make a friend because of her status as an illegitimate daughter, so she could only go home after class alone. She stood in front of the carriage engraved with Levitt's family crest, silently looking for Cecil, until the students were almost gone, and did not see Cecil, and finally had to climb into the carriage and go home alone in disappointment.

"It's gone."

Cecil walked out from behind the shadow of the tree and let out a long sigh of relief.

In fact, according to the original plot, she went home with Lena. But that meant that she was going to insult Lena's dead mother on the carriage. Looking at Lena's melancholy face, she couldn't bear it.

After all, her own mother died, and she knew the pain of being uncovered.

In order to avoid Lena, Cecil waited until dark before leaving. On the way back, the carriage swayed slowly and slowly. Cecil was almost asleep in the car. The little octopus suddenly poked his head out of her pocket and quickly climbed under the dark curtains.

He opened the curtains with his tentacles and climbed halfway out of the carriage, as if to leave the carriage, but halfway through the climb, he stopped and turned to look at Cecil inside the carriage.

He knocked on the edge of the window with his thin tentacles, trying to wake Cecil. It's a pity that Cecil was drowsy by the carriage and didn't notice the slight sound at all.

The little octopus retracted its tentacles, his round eyes staring straight at Cecil—

In the next second, Cecil's eyelids moved slightly and slowly opened his eyes. She looked soberly at the roof of the car above, the memories in her mind faintly scattered like fog.

—Just now, she seemed to hear a faint babble.

Quiet, vague...like a young boy's babble.

Is she dreaming?

In any case, unable to recall the content of the dream, Cecil shook his head and slowly sat up straight.

"Little one? What are you doing?"

She looked at the little octopus lying on the edge of the window.

The little octopus immediately pointed his finger at an alley farther and farther by the side of the road, and his shining eyes were filled with longing.

Cecil: "Where are you going?"

The little octopus nodded heavily, and the tentacles all over his body were dancing fast.

Xiaoyi seems to want to go to that alley very much, maybe there is something interesting in it.

Cecil groaned slightly, and let the servant who drove back to the side of the alley and stopped.

"Miss, it's already very dark, please let me follow you along." The servant said worriedly.

"No, just wait for me here."

Cecil waved his hand disapprovingly, and walked into the dark alley without looking back.

She didn't want her father to know that she was secretly learning black magic.

The alleys were damp and dark, narrow and narrow, exuding a rancid, pungent smell. Cecil squinted his eyes and saw a dark figure trembling in the depths of the tunnel.

It is the smell of blood.

Cecil vaguely understood what was going on here.

She looked down at the little octopus on the cuff, and found that the little guy was very excited and could not wait to wave his tentacles.

Sure enough, he also smelled blood.

Cecil sighed silently, stepped lightly, and continued to walk forward step by step. When she estimated that she should have been discovered, the twitching figure finally stopped.

The dim moonlight poured into this gloomy alley, illuminating the **** scene in the depths.

A woman lying in a pool of blood, like a piece of rags, looked dead. And another man was sitting straddling her, holding a dagger in his hand, a crazy light throbbing in his eyes.

As if hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, the man turned his head vigilantly and asked gruffly: "Who?"

The moonlight drifted slowly and fell on the face of the person. The snow-haired and blue-eyed girl is like an angel who is not stained with dust, standing in the dirty blood and smiling gently.

"Just a passerby. How about you?"

"Passerby?" The man did not answer Cecil's question. He slowly got up from the corpse, the blood-stained dagger in his hand flashed coldly in the dark, "You don't look like an ordinary passerby."

"believe it or not."

Cecil shrugged and looked at the dilapidated corpse.

"You haven't answered my question yet, who are you? Who is that woman?"

The man scrutinized her carefully, and the color of lewdness gradually rose in his eyes.

"Why, are you interested in that woman?"

Cecil nodded: "It is indeed a little interested, but I am more interested in what you do."

"Really? Since you are so interested, why don't you come and experience it for yourself now, you will definitely be so happy to cry..."

The man laughed trivially, and raised his dagger to approach Cecil step by step.

The boots stepped on the blood stain made a heavy noise, and a huge shadow fell, and the man's burly figure was like a thick wall, slowly approaching Cecil. Listening to the man's laughter echoing in the alley, Cecil opened his lips slightly blankly.

A gray fog rose up in the sky at some point, and rustling, rat-like movement resounded in the fog. It was far and near, flickering and appearing, densely overlapping and intertwined, as if it was echoing in the ear.

The man's body stiffened, and suddenly looked around with an uneasy expression, and the dagger in his hand also fell down.

"What sound? Who is pretending to be a fool?"

Cecil raised his lips slightly and smiled.

It seems that the "dark whispers" taught by Borde is still somewhat useful.

However, this alone is not enough.

Her gaze shifted to the tragic corpse, and she muttered an obscure spell:

"The Undead Summoned."

The ending sound faintly sank into the darkness, and instead, a vaguely translucent figure emerged silently in front of her.

The facial features of this figure have been distorted and shattered, but the scattered internal organs and flowing blood are exactly the same as the corpse on the ground.

The moment the man saw the figure, he let out a sharp scream.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Cecil said softly: "What's the matter, is it your acquaintance?"

"Don't come! Don't come! If you dare to come, I can kill you again! Don't live...Ah!"

The man didn't have time to pay attention to her. He screamed and ran deeper into the lane. The undead, like a hungry beast, quickly chased after her.

There was a heart-piercing scream in the darkness.

"coward."

Cecil shook his head, pulled out the little octopus in his pocket, and educate him one by one.

"Next time, don't run around as soon as you smell blood. You see how dangerous it was just now. I'm almost going to die in the hands of that pervert."

The little octopus tilted his head, completely unable to see how dangerous the situation was to her. But he blinked obediently, his bright eyes appearing extremely sincere in the dark.

"Okay, let's go back then."

Cecil stuffed the little octopus back into his pocket, turned and walked out of the alley. In the sound of light footsteps, the little octopus silently protruded a soft tentacle, and slowly and slowly stretched out.

Extending and stretching, countless hair-like branches hang down from the tentacles, like silk threads in the water, floating and sinking into the **** corpse.

As if absorbed, the corpse shrank and shrivelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and quickly disappeared into the endless darkness.

The alley regained its tranquility.

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