Full-Time Magister: Rebirth of Mo Fan as the Primordial Evil Phoenix

Chapter 54 Zhao Mo's Collusion

Zhao Manyan returned to his residence, tossed his coat aside, poured himself a glass of wine, and stood by the window, not drinking it for a long time.

There was only one thing on his mind.

Mo Fan.

They're all the same age. Zhao Manyan is still asking his family for money to pick up girls, while that guy actually said he'd killed a warrior and that's it, he can't figure it out, he doesn't want to think about it anymore.

Zhao Manyan smiled, turned around and went into the study, opened his tablet, and started browsing the peripheral news that the Zhao family had been compiling over the past few days.

The Zhao family is known for their quick access to information regarding auctions and resources.

After turning only a few pages, Zhao Manyan's fingers stopped.

Southeastern wetland region.

The water monsters have been behaving strangely lately, and it is suspected that a warrior-level individual is lurking in their territory.

The Hunter Alliance has been assigned a reconnaissance and elimination mission.

There is one more note below.

Prices of related materials have risen, with significant increases in the purchase prices of demon gall, strange scales, and bone spurs.

Zhao Manyan looked at those few lines of text and tapped the table lightly with his fingers.

Here it comes.

There are missions, demons, and market conditions.

It's perfect for testing Mo Fan.

You'll know whether it's a mule or a horse once you take it for a spin.

Zhao Manyan opened his contacts, looked at the name he had just saved, and smiled slightly.

I pressed the dial button and dialed directly.

The phone rang twice before being answered.

"Feed?"

Mo Fan's voice still had that lazy, languid tone.

Zhao Manyan cut to the chase: "Brother, interested in making another killing?"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"have."

The answer was very straightforward.

Zhao Manyan continued, "Things have been a bit unsettled in the southeastern wetlands lately. The Hunter Alliance has suspended their mission. The rewards are so-so, but the material market is good. If you make a good catch, you'll earn a good amount of money."

Mo Fan chuckled.

"I'll take it. Wouldn't it be a waste not to pick up money?"

"How about we meet tomorrow at noon near Mingzhu Academy to talk?"

"Okay, send me the address."

The phone hangs up.

Zhao Manyan put down his phone, leaned back, and slowly smiled.

The next day at noon, at a restaurant near Mingzhu Academy.

Zhao Manyan arrived early and chose a seat by the window.

Not long after, Mo Fan pushed open the door and came in, glanced around, and walked straight over.

"You're here quite early," Mo Fan said as he sat down.

"I just arrived too," Zhao Manyan said, pushing the menu towards him. "What would you like to eat?"

"casual."

Zhao Manyan ordered a few dishes, and after the waiter left, he simply pushed the brochures over to him.

"The southeastern wetlands have been rather restless lately."

"The Hunter's Alliance has closed a quest; the official reward is so-so, but the materials market is good. If we actually find something, this trip won't be a loss."

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Mo Fan flipped through two pages, his gaze landing on the section titled "Suspected Traces of War General Activity".

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zhao Manyan's eager expression.

"Are you going too?"

Zhao Manyan leaned back in his chair and said confidently, "Let's see if you're just bragging."

Mo Fan closed the document, his eye twitching.

"I hope your card hasn't been frozen?"

"How could that be? My money can never be frozen."

"Are you really going?"

Zhao Manyan scoffed.

"I may not be good at anything else, but I have a lot of money, lots of magical tools, and I'm a master at saving my life."

Mo Fan nodded.

"That's perfect."

"Just what?"

"Uh...it's nothing."

Zhao Manyan's face darkened.

"It doesn't sound like a compliment to me."

Mo Fan thought for a moment, then shook his head seriously with a tense face. "I'm such a poor wretch, I could never cheat you, no matter how hard I try."

Zhao Manyan stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly laughed.

"That's true."

Zhao Manyan narrowed his eyes.

"Aren't you afraid I'll rip you off?"

Mo Fan took a sip of water, his tone calm.

"I believe in your character. Based on your character, I believe that if you join the Tribunal, you will become the presiding judge in no time."

The dishes were served quickly.

The two discussed the details while eating.

The southeastern wetlands are characterized by numerous waterways, deep silt, and endless stretches of reeds, resulting in poor visibility and footholds. Water monsters also like to ambush people from below, so if a fight breaks out, the margin for error is very low.

The most troublesome thing is that wetlands contain toxic miasma.

Zhao Manyan paused for a moment at this point.

We need to hire another person.

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"Who?"

"A healing approach," Zhao Manyan said. "The water demons there aren't strong, but the place is still poisonous. The two of us will lead the way, and we'll bring a healer along; that will make things safer."

Mo Fan nodded.

"Do you have someone with you over there?"

"Yes, at my house..."

"No way," Mo Fan interrupted directly.

Zhao Manyan looked up.

"What's wrong?"

"Your healing-type healers must charge a lot, right?" Mo Fan said. "I guess the profits won't even cover the split, and I'll only get a few dollars left."

He paused, then added.

"I'm here to make money, not to help the rich."

Zhao Manyan's lips twitched.

"You have such a sharp tongue."

Mo Fan didn't bother to reply; his meaning was already quite clear.

For the first collaboration, the simpler the team, the better.

With fewer people, the accounts are clearer, and it's easier to settle things if something goes wrong.

After thinking about it, Zhao Manyan agreed.

He originally wanted to bring his family along for peace of mind, but once he did, things really got complicated.

"Okay." Zhao Manyan nodded. "Then let's find a reliable healer for now."

"The ones from Mingzhu will do," Mo Fan said. "There's no shortage of freshmen who want to practice their skills, and the main thing is that they're cheap and easy to use, hehe!"

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Zhao Manyan was clearly stunned by these words and remained silent for several seconds.

So this bastard thinks college students should be treated like beasts of burden, cheap and easy to use, right?

"Do you have someone in mind?"

"Not for now," Mo Fan said. "But no matter how precious the Healing Department is, they can't stay in school forever. Go and ask around; someone will surely be willing to take you on."

That's true.

Zhao Manyan nodded.

"Then I'll go screen one."

Mo Fan hummed in agreement and continued eating, as if the matter was already settled.

Zhao Manyan looked at him and suddenly felt like laughing.

She was the one who invited the person out, but after the meal, Mo Fan took control of the situation.

But he doesn't seem to mind.

Zhao Manyan took the documents back and reorganized them.

"Then it's settled. I'll go and finalize the mission details and the healing system. We'll leave no later than the day after tomorrow."

Mo Fan stood up.

"OK."

Just as he was about to leave, Zhao Manyan suddenly called him back.

"Oh, right."

Mo Fan turned around: "Is there anything else?"

Zhao Manyan stared at him.

"If you really encounter a powerful general, how confident are you of your chances?"

Mo Fan paused, turned back to look at him, and teased, "Aren't you top-notch at saving your own life?"

Zhao Manyan's eyelids twitched violently, and the veins on his forehead twisted into a grid shape (皿#).

The next second, Mo Fan said calmly, "As long as you don't encounter a commander, you can be slaughtered like a chicken."

"Of course, if you are unlucky enough to encounter it, you may be expelled from the place of reincarnation of demons the next day."

Zhao Manyan: "————"

He leaned back in his chair, and it took him a long time to finally manage to utter a sentence.

"I'm serious!!"

Mo Fan smiled, turned around and walked out.

"Me too."

After saying that, he went out the door.

Zhao Manyan sat there, watching the figure disappear at the street corner, and muttered a curse under his breath.

"You bastard."