The Lord Who Wants to Be Emperor

"Ah! My head hurts." The Marquis Medea held his head in his hands, lying on her throne, his face full of pain.

Aslan's eyes lit up, and he suddenly remembered a way to relieve the demon soul riot in his previous life, with a 50-50 success rate.

"Teacher! I have learned a set of massage methods to stabilize mood and relieve headaches."

"Why are you still stunned!" The Marquis Medea stood up abruptly, bent forward, his eyes widened, and the black light erupted even more severely with her roar.

Aslan immediately hit a joke, his entire back was completely wet, and a urge to pee spontaneously, and he was almost scared to pee.

He remembered the last moment that the magician in the previous life turned into a demon. His wife wanted to restore his sanity, but the demon would chew him the next moment.

Just like zombies gnawing people.

Aslan is not afraid of death, he is afraid that there will be no whole body, especially if his stomach is eaten, and then he will become a member of the earth's fertilizer.

So he is really going to be scared to pee.

But he was already unable to retreat, so he could only muster the courage to walk over.

"Teacher relaxes, too much excitement is not good for your health."

The Marquis of Medea returned to his seat again, obviously restraining his tyrannical spirit.

Aslan walked behind him, took a few deep breaths, and calmed down.

He recalled a set of massage techniques in his previous life, assisting mental power can help patients stabilize their minds and calm the restlessness of their souls.

The condescending gaze fell on the snow-white neck under the purple hair of the Marquis Medea, and a touch of surprise flashed in his gaze, but his hands were still steadily resting on the temples on both sides of the opponent.

The fingertips began to rotate regularly, softly and powerfully.

The Marquis of Medea didn't seem to be ready, and snorted softly, but he couldn't tell whether it was a painful grunt, or the headache was relieved.

Aslan calmed down and began to slowly mobilize his mental power, which slowly and steadily entered his soul from the temples with his fingertips.

Aslan couldn't look into the soul of the Marquis of Medea, and couldn't know the location of the trauma of the soul, so he could find it by instinct.

However, it happened that the location of the soul trauma was exactly on the head, and Aslan's skilled massage techniques began to relieve the headache of the Marquis Medea, and his body did not become tense at first.

There was Aslan's mental power to soothe the wounded position, so that the irritable demon soul slowly calmed down, and this process lasted for half an hour.

The black light of the Marquis of Medea slowly dissipated, and his clarity was restored. Although his face was slightly exhausted, his eyes were full of enjoyment.

"Ok."

The Marquis of Medea frowned, wondering if he was a little rash, but he didn't expect this little guy to be so good.

He can still use his mental power so skillfully, this superb spiritual control is even beyond his grasp.

This little guy brought himself no small surprise.

As the spiritual power calms the source of the soul's pain, it will make the Marquis Medea much more relaxed, and the spirit will gradually relax, unexpectedly slowly developing an indescribable sense of comfort.

Suddenly, a heavy object was placed on the head of the Marquis of Medea. Originally, his hands were also drooping on her shoulders. An unnamed anger rose. The Marquis of Medea had just turned around and was barely leaning on her. Sliding directly to the ground.

The anger in the eyes of the Marquis of Medea vanished instantly.

"Is mental energy consumed too much?"

The Marquis of Medea gently raised his hand, and Aslan, who had fainted, was lifted by the hand of the wizard and placed on the reception table.

This time the accident made the Marquis Medea look at Aslan a little softer.

With a wave of his hand, the door of the meeting room slowly opened, and Maru rushed in with anger.

"Teacher, are you okay!"

The Marquis of Medea nodded in relief, pointed to Aslan on the table and said: "Fortunately, there is Xiao Jiu, I can say it has passed."

Maliu glanced suspiciously at Aslan on the table, and said solemnly, "Isn't he Xiao Jiu?"

The Marquis of Medea glared at her immediately, and said annoyed.

"What are you thinking about? Aslan is trying to help me suppress the demon soul, and my mental power is exhausted."

Maru covered her mouth and chuckled. When she walked to Aslan's body, she frowned subconsciously, and stretched out and pulled La Aslan's robe.

It's all sweat, and there is a smell of urine.

Ma Liu said with a weird face, "I guess Xiao Jiu was really scared! She was scared to pee."

The Marquis of Medea recalled the first time Aslan saw him, his first reaction seemed to be to run, but after seeing the gate closed, he turned to calm himself.

"It's worthy of being the Sara family, one of the Eight Ei families. Just looking at it, I guessed my situation, and I still figured out how to deal with it in such a short time." Marquis Medea chuckled softly.

"I was almost deceived by this little fox."

Maru looked at Aslan with a hint of complexity in his eyes.

There was suspicion during the examination, and it was more fortunate. If it hadn't been for Aslan to restrain the demon soul from awakening, the teacher would be in danger.

"He's so courageous, why would he be scared to pee?" Marathi said with interest.

The Marquis of Medea glanced at Malur with a weird face, and said seriously: "Remember, no matter what time it is, our magicians can't exhaust their mental power. If it is serious, it will become a hold. If you are lucky, just follow Asi. Lan is almost the same, pee on your pants."

Marathi opened his eyes wide and looked at the Marquis of Medea incredulously.

"Excessive mental energy consumption is actually similar to suicide by hanging. Before suffocation, the brain dies before the body. If the brain's control is lost, the body's control functions will be out of control, and incontinence will occur."

After hearing the words of the Marquis of Medea, Ma's face changed slightly. As a woman who loves beauty by nature, she would never allow such accidents. If such things happen, she would rather die.

"Teacher, why did you suddenly summon Xiao Jiu today?" Marion asked curiously.

When the Marquis of Medea thought of this question, his eyes swept towards Aslan who was fainting, with gentleness.

"Aslan is indeed very good, and we will get closer to him in the future." Marquis Medea said, causing Marathi's eyes to widen sharply.

Didn’t the teacher always ask himself to be absolutely neutral and try not to get too close to other brothers and sisters?

This time he was doing business with Aslan Generido, and Marion was prepared to report to the teacher.

"The people in the court have reached into the city of Billy, and they have also reached into the city defense army." The Marquis of Medea continued.

Marion's eyes were full of surprise, why the teacher knew about this, but the person in charge had no news at all.

"The disciple is terrified! The disciple has not been slacking off, I..."