"Is it really good to do this, Tenelle?" asked a voice full of worry as Leni racked her brains to break through the sight that trapped her from a crystal ball. The owner of the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info voice is actually Selent, Leni will be shocked if she knows, how could Lente be inexplicably mixed with the succubus, and it looks very familiar.

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After being swept into the tornado, Celent quickly fainted.

Serent was awakened by the crisp sound of birds, and the bright, but not blind, warm sun shone on him, making him feel as if he had returned to his carefree days in the small town of Frosacán - if only Bishop Flon had been less strict with him, of course.

This familiarity and comfort made Celent want to sleep a little longer, but Bishop Flren's stern and kind voice soon rang out, urging him to plunge into the vast tome of memory.

Celent greedily enjoyed this rare leisure time, closing his eyes and waiting for Bishop Flon to urge him.

One, two, three...... Bishop Flren's familiar voice didn't come as promised. Silent opened his eyes in astonishment, as Bishop Flon should have been staring at him at this moment, until he felt embarrassed to take the initiative to reclaim the tomes.

Well, everything is an illusion. When Celent opened his eyes, he found Bishop Flon standing in front of the wooden church, looking at him with a smile on his face, his deep gaze full of wisdom.

Silent threw up his hands in surrender and muttered, "Okay, okay, I'll go back and read that book right away—"

Celent stopped talking abruptly at this point, right? Hasn't Bishop Flon been missing for a long time?

"Bishop Fren!" the ecstasy of seeing the teacher again gave Celent no time to think about it, and he shouted excitedly and threw himself at Bishop Fren, who really had too many questions in his mind to ask Bishop Fren for advice.

However, when he approached Bishop Flann, he was surprised to find that Bishop Flann's figure gradually faded away, replaced by an elegant woman with a strange expression on her face and wearing a solemn priesthood robe, looking like a bright priestess of the Holy See.

Silent braked suddenly, and stopped before he could pounce on the priestess's great breast, which could not be concealed by the wide robes.

"Who are you? Why is Bishop Flon missing?" asked Celrant, blushing, subconsciously ashamed of his reckless behavior.

"Bishop Fren, is that old wand called me Tenael now? The priestess asked thoughtfully.

"Bishop Flon is not a god!" Celent emphasized. It was only then that he noticed that his surroundings didn't seem to be exactly the town of Frosacken, and in fact everything except for the wooden church was so hazy.

"Am I mistaken for someone? Isn't this old fellow a god-spirited oracle?" Tenelle looked puzzled.

"Of course! Bishop Furren is the greatest master of oracle magic I know!" said Celent to Bishop Flon without any ambiguity.

"That's right. Grab my hand and get out of here before the phantom space is fully activated. Tenelle held out her slender hand to Serente.

"This ...... Not so good. Celent hesitated as he looked at Tenelle's outstretched jade hand and hesitated.

"I can't see you're so conservative!" Tenaire chuckled as she grabbed Selent's robe with a lightning-fast hand. Along with Celent, disappear into this space before the surrounding hazy environment completely transforms into the small town of Frosacken......

"What is this place?" Celent felt only a flash in front of him, and the view of the small town of Frosacon was replaced by an unusually mysterious room, this room of about one hundred square meters looked like a tree house, the walls and ceiling of the room were covered with knotted and dry branches, and occasionally a salamander poked its head out of the gap in the branches, and when it saw that someone noticed it, it immediately shrank back.

The branches of the trees were covered with old strips of multicolored cloth, each of which was painted with charms of unknown meaning like ghost drawings. In the middle of the house is a table carved from a tree stump, covered with a purple flannel cloth and a crystal ball that glows blue.

Serent noticed that the crystal ball showed the same scene in the small town of Frosacken where he had just been, and to his surprise, a figure resembling him was chatting with Bishop Fren in the town.

"This is my abode, you can call it the 'House of Illusions'. Tenelle's voice came from behind Selent.

"Tennelle—are you Teneel?" Serent looked back, almost glaring out of her eyes. Standing behind him at this time was not the graceful and elegant priestess in the illusion just now, but a bewitching woman wearing a scantily clad and waving a leather whip. What surprised Celent the most was that the bewitching woman's feet were as swollen as the hooves of an elk, in addition to the two long curved horns on her head and a pair of bat-like wings on her back.

"Of course it's me~" Tenael's voice came from the mouth of the bewitching woman, she covered her mouth and smiled charmingly, threw a wink at Serent, and quietly cast the succubus clan's natural specialty charm spell at Serente.

To Tenell's disappointment, however, her seduction technique apparently didn't work for Selent, who took a few steps back in horror and shouted in panic, "Y-How did you do it? ”

"Why can't it be?" said Tennell, smirking wickedly, "or do you prefer this look?"

After a puff of smoke, the priestess Tenelle reappeared in front of Serent.

Celent closed his eyes and said, "I must be dreaming, let me wake up." ”

As he spoke, he came up with his usual trick to wake up from a nightmare - rolling out of bed to the ground. It's a pity that he was not lying on the bed at this time, and could only roll on the ground in vain, and the stumps and leaves that were stained did not let him "wake up" as usual.

Tenelle stared dumbfounded at Celent rolling around on the ground, she had never been in a situation like this. Serent's actions were far from her expectations, as her seduction had never worked against a single male before.

"That's enough!" Tenaier couldn't stand it anymore, she returned to her succubus appearance, and with a flick of her black leather whip, she threw a crisp and loud whip in the air, and scolded loudly.

"Yes, I'm sorry!" Celrent, apparently frightened by the sound of the whip, immediately jumped up and apologized. He now fully understood that he was not in a nightmare, but was facing a reality that was more terrible than a nightmare.