Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death.

Chapter 32 Clock Tower Magic Association

in the afternoon.

[A Large Wave of Undead Clubs] Forum.

【Giant Mountain Super Powerhouse】: "@A Pot of Old Wine, Brother Wine, do you have a guide on repairing magical artifacts?"

Xu Fang has a total of three magical artifacts. Apart from the Sand Shield, the other two are in a damaged state.

Yangcheng is a small place, and the number of people who own magical tools is very small. Naturally, the local magic association would not introduce the business of magical tool repair.

Therefore, after settling down, Xu Fang planned to repair the magic tool in the ancient capital.

[A big red flower on his head]: "Wow, rich guy! Little Giant Mountain is only a sophomore in high school, and he can already afford magical tools?"

[Expert in picking feet]: "I'm crying. I'm already a freshman in college, and all I have is a shield magic item."

[Cucumber Eldest Daughter]: "Damn it! Jealousy is making my body split apart!"

Xu Fang ignored the group's idle chatter and waited patiently for a few minutes.

【A Pot of Old Wine】: "【Document】【Document】, the first document is the appointment process, and the second document is the quotes and areas of expertise of several research staff members. You can take a look."

Brother Jiu is as reliable as ever.

Xu Fang opened the file and glanced at it.

To repair magical tools in the ancient capital, you first need to make an appointment with Researcher on the [Clock Tower Magic Association Official Forum], pay a deposit, and then wait patiently.

It's a bit like registering at a hospital in my previous life. The process isn't too complicated, and the repair price is basically one-fifth of the price of the magic item itself.

But Xu Fang stumbled at the very first step...

【Giant Mountain Super Powerhouse】: "Can't make a reservation."

【Desperate Duck Neck】: "That's normal. There are too many rich people in the ancient capital, and the intensity of the battles is high. There are a lot of people repairing magical tools, and each researcher has dozens of people under them. Some of our seniors in the Hunter Alliance use two or three magical tools in rotation."

【Desperate Duck Neck】: "Let me tell you responsibly, with this number of applicants, you might not even get a turn before school starts. I remember Brother Jiu has a green channel @A Pot of Old Wine"

[A Pot of Old Wine]: "I can't help with that, the school doesn't allow it."

The ancient capital academy does indeed have a green channel, but it's only for personal use. This is to prevent some people from abandoning their jobs as magicians to become scalpers of magical artifacts.

Xu Fang lay on the bed, put his phone aside, and looked slightly helpless. It seemed unrealistic to fix the magic tool before military training.

Although his fully charged Crimson Fire Array was powerful, the charging time was too long.

Sneaky ambushes are fine, but if you go head-to-head with humans, you're likely to end up like Ultraman Ginga, getting kicked away before you even finish spinning.

The demon-slaying tool left behind by Lü Wanqing is more than capable of killing a minor general, and it can also serve as a means of survival should anything unexpected happen.

Needless to say, magic slippers are essential for escaping. Apart from wind mages, almost every student with a little extra money will buy one for protection.

If it can't be repaired, Xu Fang will have to consider buying a new one.

"Whew~~~~~~~~ That feels great!"

Just then, a long exhale came from next door, and Sun Ruizhi, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, slowly opened his eyes.

After finishing his meal, Brother Ruizhi began to meditate. In his words, the meal was too rich in magical energy and needed meditation to help digest it.

It's actually just a roll.

This kid has already touched the edge of level two stardust, and he's hoping to advance to the next level soon to at least save face for himself.

Xu Fang casually asked, "Sun Ruizhi, does your Sun family have connections in the Magic Association?"

"You've broken through to the intermediate level!? No, impossible... Do you want to buy magical tools?" Xu Fang's shadow had left a deep impression on him, and Sun Ruizhi subconsciously thought of something outrageous.

"No, repairing magical tools is fine if you don't have one." Xu Fang didn't really expect much from him.

Unexpectedly, Sun Ruizhi patted his chest and declared, "Of course! Of course I have one! Leave the simple repair of magical tools to me!"

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The Five Continents Magic Associations are the most authoritative magic organizations in the world, scattered around the globe, and widely recruiting magic talents from all walks of life.

The most prestigious magic association in the country is the East China Magic Association, which is a branch of the Asian Magic Association.

Next up is the Clock Tower Magic Association, which is right in front of us.

"Our Clock Tower Magic Association is absolutely number one in the country when it comes to magical tools and necromancy, not much worse than the Egyptians!"

Sun Ruizhi spoke fluently and at length.

Xu Fang surveyed the enormous and magnificent building before him, situated in the inner city, right in the center of the ancient capital, standing here like a pillar stabilizing the sea.

As you walk through the main gate, the walls on both sides are covered with magical murals that record the history of the Clock Tower Magic Association. Judging from the magical fluctuations emanating from them, these decorations are probably magical artifacts.

The display cases on both sides of the corridor contain top-quality magical artifacts from thousands of years ago.

Sun Ruizhi pointed to one of them: "Look at this, a four-pronged, twelve-ringed tin staff, which is said to have been used by Chen Xuanzang, a Buddhist master of the Tang Dynasty!"

And this gilded silver bamboo-shaped bronze incense burner was a magical artifact bestowed by Emperor Wu of Han upon his elder sister, Princess Pingyang, for self-defense. It is a rare poison-type artifact, and even with today's technology, it would be very difficult to replicate!

Xu Fang's lips twitched as he listened.

Damn, that's weird.

As we approached the front desk, the receptionist greeted us with a sweet smile: "What kind of service do you two need?"

"Repair Magic Tools".

"Please apply for a repair tool on the official website first, and then I will get you a number."

"I am Sun Ruizhi from the Sun family. I have already contacted Master Yi in advance. Just give me my name," Sun Ruizhi said.

The receptionist, having seen many guests using connections, first made a phone call to confirm, and then respectfully said, "This way, please."

"Master Yi Ping is a guest retainer of the Sun family. He can craft mid-level magical tools on his own, so repairing your magical tools will be no problem at all!"

Xu Fang had seen Master Yi Ping's information in Brother Jiu's profile. He takes the high-end route, so his prices are naturally the highest. Even mid-level mages have to wait in line.

I never expected Sun Ruizhi to have such a way of thinking.

Master Yiping's room is on the third floor, the innermost room, with a sign on the door saying "No Unauthorized Personnel Allowed".

The receptionist gently knocked on the door and said respectfully, "Master Yi, your guest has arrived."

Squeak!

The door opened.

An old man with a stubble beard stood at the door, his bloodshot eyes even more unsightly than the ugly Sun Ruizhi. He was short, probably only reaching Xu Fang's diaphragm.

Such a person, coupled with the messy studio, gave Xu a kind of illusion.

It's like stepping from the world of "Full-Time Magister" into a goblin castle in a Western fantasy world.

"Who are the Sun family members?" Yi Ping asked.

Sun Ruizhi quickly stepped forward: "It's me, my father is Sun Erhe, from the second branch of the Sun family..."

"Alright, alright, I can't remember so many things. Have you brought the magic tools and money?" Yi Ping said impatiently. If it weren't for the annual guest salary from the Sun family, he wouldn't have bothered to agree.

Xu Fang summoned his greatsword and boots.

"Who would actually buy such trash as the Copper Light Boots? This Cloud-Slaying Sword, however, is rather interesting." Yi Ping took the magical artifact and shooed the two away like flies: "Pay up the money, then go cool off somewhere else!"

Sun Ruizhi said, "Master Yi, this is my friend. Could you offer a discount?"

This is a common tactic used by large families, showcasing their abilities while simultaneously using benefits to win people over. As for Master Yi, he won't suffer any losses either; the Sun family will naturally compensate him later.

Killing three birds with one stone, isn't that wonderful?

What Sun Ruizhi didn't expect was that Master Yi might think that a junior member of the second branch of the Sun family was insignificant, or simply unwilling to be a tool.

Without even blinking, he said, "Discount? There won't be any discount at all."

Clang!

The room door was closed, leaving Sun Ruizhi bewildered and embarrassed.

(End of this chapter)