Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death

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Qingtian Hunting House.

Lingling was lying bored on the table, with a sketch paper and a few scattered crayons in front of her. The sketch paper had the words "Beautiful Winter" written on it.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Hate!"

Lingling angrily threw down her crayons: "Mo Fan went to Hangzhou, Xu Fang went to the Three Steps Pagoda, and not a single person came looking for me!"

At such a young age, she already understood what it felt like to be a lonely old person.

I have so much passion, but I'm stuck at home drawing hand-copied newspapers!

"Instead of complaining, you should draw a few more strokes. Your sister will check them." Old Man Bao was wiping a wine glass with a piece of silk cloth.

"Why should I waste my time on something so meaningless?!" Lingling felt like she was going to grow hair!

Ding bell~

The wind chimes at the door rang, and Xu Fang pushed the door open and entered.

"Xu Fang?" Lingling's eyes lit up, and she quickly ran over. "Are you looking for a commission? I have a really good one here..."

"No, no, no, I won't answer."

Xu Fang waved his hand and said to Old Man Bao, "Old man, a martini, please."

"okay."

Old Bao responded and quickly began mixing the drinks, adding gin, vodka, and absinthe in that order, then adding ice and garnishing with olives.

"Please enjoy."

"Thank you."

I took a sip, and whether it was the added bonus of being a forbidden spellcaster, the taste of this wine was rich yet refreshing.

If Little Sweet Potato existed in this world, Qingtian Hunting Grounds would surely be known as a treasure shop.

Family, I found an amazing little bar in a corner of Shanghai! One sip and I couldn't help but stomp my feet and inhale the incredible flavors!

Xu Fang was drinking when Lingling sat on a high stool next to him, looking up at him expectantly.

"Lingling."

"Uh-huh!"

"I'd like to ask you some questions."

"You say it, you say it!"

"It's in the Northeast...that's the situation."

With bright, sparkling eyes, she jumped off the stool and ran straight to the second floor.

There was a sound of rummaging through drawers and cabinets, and soon the little girl came running down, carrying a large book in her arms.

"Based on your description, I suspect that some kind of spiritual or cursed substance has appeared. Of course, it could also be a demon, but that's less likely."

Her little hands flipped through the pages with a rustling sound, then she turned to face Xu Fang: "Look at this!"

Xu Fang took it: "The legend of Night Moon Lake?"

"Yes, yes, it's recorded in the Hunter's Handbook, dating back to the century before last." Lingling boasted a little, "Besides me, no hunter would have the patience to find it!"

Xu Fang carefully flipped through it.

On the vast plains of Siberia lies Lake Nightmoon, a sacred lake worshipped by the locals for generations.

Whenever war comes, soldiers come here and throw stones inscribed with their fears and anxieties into the lake.

Then they will become brave warriors, fearless of death, and neither bandits nor demons can defeat them!

Under the protection of the sacred lake, people lived happy and joyful lives.

“It sounds like a myth,” Xu Fang said.

There are many more similar stories from past lives, such as the river god asking, "Young woodcutter, did you lose a golden axe or a silver axe?", the White Snake Lady being suppressed under Leifeng Pagoda, or the kappa who ambushes people and drags them into the water.

This Moonlit Lake looks ordinary; no one would invest in remaking it as an IP.

"It's not a story!"

Lingling was dissatisfied with Xu Fang's dismissive attitude: "Look carefully, this is a hunter's manual, not a bedtime story for good little ones!"

“But judging from this story…historically speaking, this should be a sacred lake that protects warriors,” Xu Fang said. “The residents of Heihe are having nightmares. What kind of sacred lake could do such a thing?”

"I'm not too sure about that, it's been too long."

Lingling said, "In short, considering factors such as geographical location, this historical fact is the most consistent. If we want to investigate further, we'll have to go and see for ourselves!"

Swinging her little feet happily, Lingling asked expectantly, "When do we leave?"

"It'll be in the next few days. Just stay home and be a good girl. I'll bring you some local specialties later."

"Eh?"

Lingling was dumbfounded: "Aren't I going?"

Did I tell you to go?

"But you just asked me so many questions!"

"Yeah, I only asked, I didn't say I'd take you." Xu Fang took a sip of his drink and sighed, "Lingling, you already have a partner, it's not appropriate for you to come with me..."

Lingling panicked.

You talked and talked, really getting me interested, and then you tell me you're not taking me?!

"I'm going!"

"Don't do that, your partner will be angry if he sees this, and he might even beat me up."

"Don't use that disgusting tone!"

Xu Fang couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Lingling was about to get angry, but after he smiled like that, she couldn't help but laugh too: "You just know how to bully me!"

"It's winter now, and it's very cold in Siberia, so remember to wear more clothes," said Old Man Bao.

"Don't worry, Grandpa!" Lingling cheered and ran back to her room to pack her luggage.

Old Man Bao cautioned Xu Fang, "Be sure to be careful. Although there are no demon empires over there, it is still a dangerous no-man's land."

"Don't worry, sir, I will definitely bring your granddaughter back to you safely," Xu Fang said.

Old Bao nodded and didn't say anything more.

That's how it is in the hunter's line of work; the more sentimental and sentimental you are, the more bad news you'll get.

Whether it's his son or granddaughter, Old Man Bao respects their choices and is prepared to take full responsibility.

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Lingling had a lot of luggage, which Xu Fang threw into his own Zangxing.

"Come with me to Mingzhu Academy later, I'll make you something for self-defense," Xu Fang said.

"Oh!"

Finally free from the dreaded elementary school homework, Lingling's attitude towards Xu Fang couldn't be better; she would do whatever he asked!

Chapter 126 Teammate, Jiang Shaoxu

"What is this, a steel pipe?"

"Hey, girl, you can't talk to yourself like that!"

Mingzhu Academy, Forging Room.

Lingling was examining a strange-looking steel pipe with a wooden handle fixed to it and a tongue-like object in the middle.

"Is this a magical artifact?" Lingling rummaged through it. "I didn't see any magic circles on it."

"It's not a magical artifact; it detonates through a mechanical structure and filling material. I call it a 'thunder tube,'" Xu Fang explained.

The flintlock pistol, also known as the ancestor of the shotgun, is a type of flintlock pistol.

With Xu Fang's current capabilities, he simply cannot restore modern weapons; he can only bring out these outdated things.

The mine-trigger originated in the 18th century and was invented by the European navy, but it became infamous because of pirates, smugglers, and smuggling ships.

The flintlock mechanism inside the gun body is not particularly difficult to construct; many skilled craftspeople on Bilibili can handcraft it using wood.

The difficulty lies in the barrel and the ammunition.

To manufacture a gun barrel into a standard trumpet shape requires modern, specialized industrial equipment, which of course does not exist in this world.

Xu Fang used his own flames to melt it into the shape he wanted.

Ammunition is also a problem. Ordinary detonators are filled with lead bullets, but in an emergency they can also be filled with gravel, glass, or even nails.

Xu Fang's version of ammunition comes from the skeleton of a demon called "Earthfire Rat," ensuring both power and sufficient safety.

To minimize the impact of recoil, the stock and buttstock are made of the highest quality materials.

In summary, not counting labor costs, the cost alone has already amounted to over ten thousand yuan.

As for its power...

"Fill this bullet in here, yes..."

Xu Fang patiently taught Lingling step by step.

Although Lingling didn't understand the meaning of doing this, she obediently followed suit because she thought that Xu Fang could take her abroad.

"Yes, and then use the tamping tool... that is, this wooden stick, to gently tamp it down along the barrel so that the bullet goes in."

The whole process took a full five minutes.

"Stay away," Xu Fang said, as his icy blue magical energy surged, and a block of solid ice condensed a few meters away.

The gun was pointed.