Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death

The sled dogs continued to bark incessantly.

Andrei asked, puzzled, "What's wrong with the sled dogs?"

"Oh, it's nothing. The basin you're using belongs to them," Lingling said. "I tried to stop you earlier, but in my haste I spoke in Chinese, and you didn't understand."

Andrei: "..."

Andrei: "!!!"

vomit----!

Andrei covered his mouth and ran away, vomiting violently under a big tree.

Lingling asked curiously, "What's there to vomit about? Haven't the food allowances for you military mages always been lower than those for beast tamers?"

Everyone: "..."

Well, that's true, and most of the people present have eaten from the Beast Squad Leader's mouth, but... something just doesn't feel right.

Andrei's expression was quite unpleasant; he had inhaled a lot of cold air when he vomited, and his stomach was rumbling incessantly.

Xu Fang picked up a frozen fish slice, put it in his mouth and chewed it. It tasted a bit like pork jerky from China, and the more he chewed, the more he could feel a sweet taste rising up.

Eating large loaves of bread directly can be so tough it can break your teeth, but soaking it in soup softens it and makes it much easier to eat.

Xu Fang and the Russian girl Margarita were on night watch.

The biting wind was like a needle piercing into one's bones.

"Want some?" Margarita pulled out a bottle of vodka from somewhere. "Have a little to warm you up."

"Thanks, you can drink it yourself," Xu Fang politely declined.

Margarita bit open the bottle and took a few mouthfuls with great gusto: "It's quite a coincidence, this bottle of vodka also has some connection with the Japanese."

"Oh?"

“In the past, a group of mercenaries from there were captured by our manor. As punishment, Grandpa made them grow potatoes on the ice plains. This wine is brewed from those potatoes.”

"Then I need to have a drink."

Hearing this, Xu Fang perked up and decided to try it out.

"Hmm, that's quite powerful."

"Haha, this is the finest vodka!"

“Most of these mercenaries are potato masters,” Xu Fang couldn’t help but exclaim. “On a snowy day, prisoners of war and potatoes go better together.”

Drinking vodka is like swallowing a knife, rolling down your esophagus and then burning in your stomach, making your whole body feel warm.

Even the timing wasn't hard to keep track of; it was soon time for the shift change, and the second shift was between Ai Jiangtu and Leonid.

Xu Fang returned to the snow hut and was surprised to find Ai Jiangtu still asleep, his head covered in sweat.

"Old Ai, Old Ai! Old Ai, classmate?"

Xu Fang patted him several times, and Ai Jiangtu suddenly woke up.

“…Xu Fang?” Ai Jiangtu slowly sat up, shaking his head. “I just had a dream…I dreamt that the Great Wall was…”

"Nightmare?" Xu Fang suddenly asked. Ai Jiangtu was taken aback, and his expression also turned serious: "Yes, a nightmare!"

Xu Fang turned and walked out without hesitation, quickly arriving at the door of the girls' snow house: "A-Xu? Lingling?"

"Hey, my friend, it's inhumane to disturb someone's sleep in this cold weather!" Margarita rustled as she dressed in the darkness, complaining, "I have to travel tomorrow, and all I want to do right now is get a good night's sleep while I'm still tipsy."

"Put your clothes on," Xu Fang said, conjuring a small ball of light that instantly illuminated the dark snow house.

"Hey!"

Margarita's voice carried a hint of anger.

The newly established camaraderie vanished instantly. If it weren't for the concerns about relations between the two countries, she would have already taught Xu Fang a lesson.

Xu Fang didn't look at her, but instead focused his gaze on Jiang Shaoxu and Lingling.

Sure enough, the two women frowned, their fingers unconsciously gripping the blankets tightly, and their feet kicking back and forth in the blankets.

"Ah-Xu, wake up, Ah-Xu!"

"Lingling, get up quickly!"

"Are they having a nightmare?" Margarita realized as well.

Jiang Shaoxu was the first to wake up. The chaotic and terrifying scene from before suddenly stopped, and Xu Fang's concerned face appeared before her: "How are you?"

"Xu Fang..."

Jiang Shaoxu, unusually, lost control of her emotions and bumped into Xu Fang's arms.

"I'm here, I'm here." Xu Fang reached out and tucked a strand of hair stuck to her face with sweat behind her ear.

Lingling woke up too, sat there silently, then picked up her computer and started typing.

"There's no news from Heihe. Look at this."

On Lingling's computer screen, a person is lying in bed fast asleep, their face full of bliss, probably having some wonderful dream.

There's another line of text in the top left corner — [Qiangzi's Sleep Broadcast]

"This nightmare's impact is smaller than the last one; it basically didn't cross national borders." Lingling operated the computer again: "Look here again!"

The screen displays Russian social media.

It's all over social media now, with everyone talking about the nightmare recurring.

The authorities could barely suppress a nightmare once, but after several days, the nightmare actually recurred!?

What are you all good for?!

Where does all that tax we pay go? Does it all turn into vodka and get poured into the mouths of those bastards?

"Could it be some kind of terrifying demon?!"

"Asia is too dangerous, I'm going to Moscow!"

"Where have all those mages gone! Weren't they supposed to be able to withstand a barrage of magic?"

Others came in too, and a large group of people stared at the small computer screen, creating a rather comical scene.

"I originally thought it would take a while to find it, but I didn't expect it to come so easily."

Lingling opened a file that no one had ever seen before. The next moment, the computer screen went black, and a series of incomprehensible white codes flashed across the screen.

"Based on the frequency of social media messages, population density, and internet penetration, I calculated the extent of the impact of the two nightmares."

Leonid, Margarita, and Andrei watched as strings of familiar Russian characters floated past.

Margarita couldn't help but say in Russian, "This is the internal network of the military mages and the hunters' alliance... Isn't this illegal?"

Andrei scratched his head: "Think of it on the bright side, China is going through the same thing. Look at that captain, his face is all black."

"He's always been so secretive! And he didn't even hack into the Chinese side; he logged in directly. What's this little girl's identity? How can she have such high privileges?"

"All right!"

Leonid interrupted them: "These matters can be decided by our superiors when the report is submitted. The most important thing now is to complete the mission!"

Soon, Lingling's side released a statistical result.

To accommodate these Muggles who knew nothing, she even drew it in the form of images.

"The ripples from both incidents can almost be considered as two concentric circles," Lingling said. "If you throw a stone into a lake, the ripples will spread outwards from the point of impact. And this stone called Nightmare..."

She pointed to one of the areas: "Here!"

"This is the birthplace of nightmares!"

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the other side.

On the ice field.

"Will he really show up here?" someone complained. "It's so cold here, and there are so many terrifying monsters..."

“He must have come. This nightmare is his doing.” Another person said coldly, “For this kind of creature, evil thoughts are a natural tonic, and the nightmare is the resonance of Nightmoon Lake with him! It was like this thirty years ago, and it is still like this thirty years later!”

Chapter 132 Lingling's Double Standards

"Our mission is to find him, bring him back to Shuangshou Pavilion, or kill him on the spot!"

"But he is innocent!"

"Innocent? He's cruel and bloodthirsty now. How many people have died at his hands? Matsushita, Sanji... they were once our good brothers, have you forgotten!?"

"This has nothing to do with Brother Yiqiu. It's all because of that damned bead. It was the evil bead that bewitched his mind!"

One of them said coldly, "These are not issues for you to consider. We are pressed for time. The Siberian cold winds and ice demons have exhausted us, and the Russian high-level mages could arrive at any moment! Now, everyone rest immediately, and we will continue our journey tomorrow!"

No one spoke.

The biting wind howled like a wail.

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Dawn broke.

The raging snowstorm finally subsided, the gray sky cleared up, and all that could be seen was an endless white wasteland.

This is Siberia, a mysterious and pristine land rarely visited by people.

Especially in the area where everyone is located, there is the presence of the Blackwater Ice Demon of the Bizhan River, whose strength is unknown and becomes stronger when facing stronger opponents. Even high-level mages may perish if they are not careful, and very few people can reach this place.

Some have speculated that a type of celestial ice might be buried beneath this land; otherwise, why would Siberia have so many restricted areas when there are so many places at the same latitude?

Even if this land is not covered by ice and snow, the elemental concentration here will still give birth to many spiritual seeds and even soul seeds!

Xu Fang didn't have any thoughts on this.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. The real solution is to complete the task diligently and unravel the mystery of this nightmare.

"There's a lake ahead, and it will take a long time to go around it," said Leonid, who was scouting ahead. "I've scouted it out, and this lake is inhabited by a kind of monster called the Boneless Thornfish. There are both warriors and servants in it. Should we fight our way through?"

"That makes sense. We have four ice mages here; they can conjure a floating ice sheet and get through quickly!"