Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death

"understand!"

Even though he was unwilling, Ai Jiangtu obeyed the military order without hesitation.

Everyone had just woken up from the deepest nightmare in their hearts, and the atmosphere was gloomy on the way back, with no one willing to speak.

—Except for Xu Fang.

He was in high spirits after obtaining a sub-commander's essence, and even had the leisure to look back.

Beneath the Moonlit Lake, powerful energy fluctuations were almost visible to the naked eye.

"Super-level magic..."

Xu's heart was filled with longing.

I wonder when I will be able to master this terrifying power?

Returning along the same route and crossing the border, the Blackwater Ice Demon still dwells on the Bizan River, its life unaffected by either the Sub-Commander or the Super-Rank Mage.

Back in Heihe, after saying goodbye to Jiang Shaoxu, Lingling and she headed straight back to Shanghai. Shanghai's winter was just as cold, but compared to Siberia, it was incredibly mild.

As always, Qingtian Hunting Grounds looked like an old, dilapidated coffee shop that seemed on the verge of closing down, with hardly any customers.

As they went inside, the doorbell rang crisply, and the two were surprised to find that Mo Fan was also there.

Chapter 137 Green Tea Xu Fang

"Oh, I thought you two weren't coming back," Mo Fan said sourly.

"I'm clumsy, that's why Lingling offered to help me," Xu Fang said sincerely. "If I do anything wrong, please don't be angry."

Mo Fan: "...I'm not angry."

Xu Fang breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes becoming even more sincere: "It's good that you're not angry. Actually, I envy you having such a great partner, you don't have to use your brain at all when doing missions. Unlike me, I always have to do everything myself..."

Mo Fan got goosebumps all over and scratched his arm in discomfort: "Yellow Hair, can we not talk like that?!"

"Oh? If you don't like me talking like that, then I won't say it anymore. I really didn't mean any harm; I was just trying to help you..."

"Depend on!!!"

Mo Fan is going crazy.

Lingling, who was originally in a low mood, couldn't help but burst out laughing after Xu Fang's antics.

Mo Fan was brought in by Old Man Bao; someone had posted a strange commission at the Qingtian Hunting Grounds.

"I've been running a hunting lodge for so many years, and this is the first time I've ever seen something like this." Old Bao took out a letter of authorization and placed it in front of the three of them.

"Due to special circumstances, I am currently entangled in some situations... In short, please have your Qingtian Hunter Agency dispatch an experienced hunter to protect my safety."

"Isn't this just a regular bodyguard job?"

Mo Fan asked curiously.

Xu Fang, standing nearby, indicated that he was familiar with this task.

Because of his poor mission completion rate, the Hunter Alliance never gave him any high-level missions, only bodyguard jobs.

These kinds of tasks are usually posted by young married women whose husbands are away from home for long periods of time and who lack a sense of security. The task notes are all sorts of strange and unusual.

For example, hunters are asked to disguise themselves as tutors, deliverymen, or plumbers, so that they are less likely to be detected by outsiders.

Of course, Xu Fang would not accept such a task.

Old Bao tapped his pipe, signaling the three of them to continue reading.

"Even the most fiery young woman... cough cough, even the most special client is nothing more than... Holy crap?" Mo Fan rubbed his eyes, thinking he had misread it.

The name of the person being protected on the power of attorney is Mo Fan!

To prevent duplicate names, there is even a note indicating that the student is a freshman in the Summoning Department of the Mingzhu Academy's Qing Campus.

Mo Fan felt his brain wasn't working properly and subconsciously looked to Lingling for help—but as soon as he turned his head, he remembered Xu Fang's previous cryptic remarks and his neck stiffened.

"The client has already transferred the commission fee, and it's not a small amount, so it shouldn't be a prank," Old Man Bao remarked. "This is the proper attitude for asking for help, unlike some people who just make a phone call and shove people over here, as if they think I run a charity."

"Who is it?" Mo Fan asked curiously.

“You don’t need to worry about that shameless soldier.” Old Bao took a puff of his cigarette. “The problem now is how to handle your case.”

“I’ll take it myself. I can protect myself. As long as nothing goes wrong, the money is mine!” Mo Fan quickly said.

Huang Mao is being kept by some rich woman, so he always has endless resources, while Mo Fan is a penniless nobody!

"No, no, no!"

Old Bao denied the three-part statement, saying in a serious tone, "Your death is a small matter, but what about the reputation of our Qingtian Hunting Grounds?"

Lingling nodded in agreement: "That's right. They've spent so much money, it would be too undignified to send a mid-level level one mage. This way, it's worth the money."

"Mo Fan's life is worthless. What kind of vicious criminal could make the client willing to pay such a high price to ask the Qingtian Hunting Agency to take action?" Xu Fang analyzed, pinching his chin.

Mo Fan was completely dumbfounded after hearing this!

Are all three of you so good at talking?!

However, after Xu Fang said that, he really realized something: "Could it be that the Black Church wants my life, and their purpose is to obtain the Holy Spring?"

"The Sacred Spring of Earth?" Lingling exclaimed in surprise, "How did you come across such a top-tier treasure?"

"It's a long story... It must be like this, otherwise there's no reason why they would only protect me and not the blond guy. He killed more Black Vatican priests than I did back then!" Mo Fan said.

Old Bao raised his eyes slightly.

Why not protect Xu Fang?

Why do you think he was able to live in the Azure Sky Hunting Grounds?

“Dasheng will be back from the Demon Capital soon. I think we should let him take charge of Mo Fan’s safety,” said Old Man Bao. “Dasheng is a professional bodyguard; you won’t even notice his presence.”

Mo Fan slowly shook his head: "I'm fine. I'm not the low-level mage I used to be. These people should think twice before they come! The problem is with my dad and Xin Xia; they have no way to protect themselves..."

Yu Ang is still alive.

If those ruthless bastards from the Black Vatican want to force him to hand over the Holy Spring, the simplest and most effective way is to attack his family!

"I don't need protection. Let Senior Brother Dasheng protect my father, Mo Jiaxing. Lingling, please keep an eye on my younger sister, Ye Xinxia!"

“But the guardian on the entrustment is you…” Lingling hesitated.

"If they die, it will make no difference if I die!"

“You guys go ahead. I’ll stay at school for a while and keep an eye on his safety,” Xu Fang said.

“In that case, be careful. If all else fails, just hide in the Qingtian Hunting Grounds. No one dares to cause trouble on my territory!” Old Man Bao said.

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Winter break went by very quickly.

Under pressure from the Black Vatican, Mo Fan also used his Three-Step Tower quota, a special reward granted when he killed the Scaled Demon Mother.

The path of cultivation requires perseverance; even on New Year's Eve, one cannot take a break.

The second semester of freshman year has arrived as scheduled.

The fighting arena in the Qing campus was packed with people. The iron cage barrier in the center had disappeared, and Dean Xiao stood in the center.

“I’m very pleased because I’ve seen a lot of people grow from the freshman conference to today.”

"I remember not long ago someone compared the assessment at the main campus to a demon that looms over our entire Qing Campus. It looks down on you, spurs you on, and forces you to train desperately!"

"This analogy is not wrong, but it's far from enough! Because the reality is much crueler!"

In the Light System seat, Zhao Manyan yawned.

"After a night of intense fighting, I feel completely drained?" Xu Fang laughed.

"Damn it, don't slander my innocence!" Zhao Manyan said in a low voice, "Thanks to the Scaled Demon Mother, the family also allocated me a lot of resources. I got all this through hard work in cultivation."

After glancing at Dean Xiao giving his speech, Zhao Manyan continued, "I heard that this year's main campus assessment is a bit special, and the rewards are more generous than usual. How about we form a team? Let's bring Mo Fan along too. I'll defend, Mo Fan will deal damage, and you'll control the situation. It'll be a perfect trio!"

"No, I have other things to do." Xu Fang shook his head and refused.

Zhao Manyan felt a little regretful, but he didn't insist.

He was, after all, the second young master of the Zhao family, and he had his own pride. He was confident that he could pass the test on his own!

Dean Xiao's speech continued:

"The Green Campus is merely a small, lukewarm pool, while the Main Campus is a torrent and a waterfall! From here, you will embark on a true magical journey!"

"You'll have to swallow all the grievances, the injustices, and the hardships you've endured. No one will sympathize with the weak!"

He, who was always gentle and kind, suddenly changed his style, and his words were like knives carving into the hearts of his students!

Xu Fang's arms trembled slightly. He took out his phone and saw two messages he had just received.

"That's fast enough..."

Chapter 138 Let's Go to the Crematorium Again

The night was pitch black.

The dazzling neon lights reflected the city's night sky in an orange-yellow hue, and several skyscrapers, like sharp spears, pierced through the clouds.

At the edge of the Sky Tower, a man in a dark blue trench coat stood for a long time. His middle-parted hair framed his thin cheekbones, and his pale face had sharp, eagle-like eyes.

Suddenly, the man raised his head.

call!

A gust of wind blew up his middle parting, and another figure landed beside him, the huge wolf wings turning into specks of light and disappearing.

Winged Magic Tool?

Didn't Leng Qing tell him that this kid is a mid-level mage?

When will mid-level mages be able to afford winged magical artifacts?!

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Nighthawk, and I am a judge of the City Tribunal."

“Low-level hunter, Xu Fang.” Xu Fang looked up at the surrounding scenery: “Why did we arrange to meet here? It’s rather cold.”