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

Chapter 35 is absolutely amazing!

According to the rules, suspects as uncooperative as Xu Fang usually have to sit in the regret chair for a whole night, with a large LED light shining on their heads.

These are common tactics used in trials, mainly to put pressure on the suspect.

People often get tired after being in backlight for a long time, but the judge certainly won't allow you to sleep or rest.

Over time, people become anxious and their mental defenses crumble. Experienced judges can easily handle such semi-collapsed suspects.

However, Xu Fang did not receive such treatment. He was placed in a lounge with a single bed, and bottled water and a boxed lunch on the bedside table.

Although the glaringly obvious camera was annoying, Xu was carefree and went to sleep as soon as he finished eating.

I don't know how much time passed.

Click!

The door opened.

Xu Fang opened his eyes immediately and saw the familiar, burly figure at the door.

Holy crap, that was fast! I saw it cleave through the air.

"...The Legion Commander?"

"It's me!"

His shaved head and beard were still damp with dew. He strode up to Xu Fang, his bear-like eyes fixed on him: "Come with me!"

How much time did I spend on the bullet train when I first came to the ancient capital?

Ten hours, or twenty hours?

But what about cutting through the void?

It's not even dawn yet. From the time I made the call until now, it probably hasn't been more than five hours!

At the same time.

The Clock Tower Magic Association, first floor, laboratory.

The traces of the explosion are still clearly visible; the silver-white walls have been stained black and are still studded with fragments.

In the very center of the laboratory, a table was set up again, with the same materials as during the day on it.

Several people of different heights, builds, and shapes were standing around the table.

Standing in the very center was a man in a judge's robe, to his left was a man with a buzz cut in military uniform, and to his right was a short, ugly man.

The ugly man carefully removed a black sphere from the furnace with a pair of pliers and then infused it with magical energy.

Click!

The sphere broke into pieces.

Disappointment flashed across the buzz-cut man's face: "Still not working?"

"I have absolutely no idea... how did he do that?" The ugly man tugged at his sparse hair, his nose turning red. "Such low-grade materials, it shouldn't be like this!"

"It's probably just a hoax."

The presiding judge, standing in the middle, said coldly, "If you ask me, send him to the prison. As the old saying goes, 'A wise man submits to circumstances.' I believe the instruments of torture there will surely pry his mouth open."

"Shi Zheng, he is a martyr's family member!" the crew-cut man said angrily.

"So what? Do you know how many bastards of the Vatican will be exposed in our trials these days?"

Shi Zheng stood firm: "Better to kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free. Even if I or Chairman Han Ji are the ones suspected, it's the same! Fei Jiao, has the job of the head instructor worn away your fighting spirit and principles?"

"You!"

The two were locked in a fierce confrontation, the atmosphere tense and fraught with tension, and the old man standing nearby was sweating profusely.

These two people, one a member of the Military Intelligence Bureau and the other the presiding judge, are both high-level mages, so I don't even have the right to mediate.

Fortunately, at that moment, the laboratory door was pushed open, and Zhan Kong and Xu Fang walked in.

Xu Fang immediately spotted the ugly man, who turned out to be Master Yi Ping, the one who had repaired his magical artifacts.

However, unlike his arrogant demeanor during the day, Yi Ping now stood at the very back with his neck hunched, trying to minimize his presence.

Compared to him, the other two men appeared tall and handsome.

"You're Xu Fang?" Shi Zheng stared at Xu Fang. "Did you make that 'bomb'?"

"it's me."

"Make one again." Shi Zheng said succinctly. Having been in a high position for a long time, he unconsciously gave orders.

Zhan Kong said, "Go ahead and do it. Once it's done, we'll slap this guy's face until it's swollen."

Shi Zheng's face twitched. Damn Zu Xingyi, even without the curse system, he's still so arrogant. A mere high-level mage... I won't stoop to your level today.

Xu Fang walked to the metal table and sat down, while everyone else stared intently at him.

He picked up a hard lump that shone with a black luster. Not far away, Yi Ping explained in a low voice, "This is the outer skin of the Iron-Skinned Corpse."

Iron-skinned corpses are the second most numerous undead species outside the ancient capital, after the black-rotten corpses; they are like cockroaches that can never be killed.

Xu Fang picked up the carving knife again and began to carve on the iron-skinned corpse's skin, imprinting lines on it.

Yi Ping was somewhat puzzled: "He's carving a sturdy magic array now, is he trying to further enhance its hardness?"

Xu Fang's movements were clumsy; this was only his second attempt, including this one.

After engraving several magic arrays, Xu Fang opened the smelting furnace and began to smelt and shape them.

Yi Ping's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, utterly shocked, leaving him somewhat dazed: "How is this possible? How...how is this possible with just flames?"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xu Fang manipulated a ball of golden flame. The iron-skinned corpse's skin softened under the "flame" and gradually became rounded.

In Yi Ping's view, this is simply unrealistic!

He's a high-level mage, even if that high-level title is a bit exaggerated, he's still a high-level mage. Even he can't control the elements like Xu Fang, he can only rely on various tools!

Where is your mold?

What about your quenching?

Where's your polishing?

"A born spiritual seed!"

The same thought simultaneously crossed the minds of Shi Zheng and Fei Jiao.

The two of them were simply surprised, but Zhan Kong's expression was one of shock, his gaze constantly sweeping between "Flame" and Xu Fang's golden hair.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately fell silent, his chest heaving rapidly.

On Xu Fang's side, the golden stars, bathed in abundant magical energy, happily slid down the star trails Xu Fang had constructed.

He could feel that the iron-skinned corpse's skin was like clay, which he could manipulate at will.

Soon, a black sphere was completed, fitted with a magic stone for power supply, and Xu Fang placed it in front of everyone.

Please enjoy your meal.

"That's it?"

Everyone was dumbfounded. They couldn't believe that something capable of blowing up a room, something that even ordinary shield magic couldn't withstand, was placed in front of them in less than five minutes.

"Give it a try," Xu Fang suggested.

Shi Zheng reached out, grabbed the bomb, and infused it with a gentle stream of magical energy.

Glug glug...

The black sphere trembled, emitting a series of boiling sounds, and Shi Zheng subconsciously threw it away.

boom!!!!!!

The poor laboratory, before it could even lick its wounds, was subjected to a second, inhumane torment.

"Radiant Shield!"

Shi Zheng immediately raised his shield, protecting everyone behind him. The explosion did not cause any damage to the Holy Shield, but his eyes were wide open, as if his brain had been blown out.

"How powerful is it?" Flying Horn asked eagerly.

"Fire burns, bones are scorched..."

"What?"

"I say, the power of this thing is no less than that of Fire-Scorching Bones!" Shi Zheng squeezed out the words one by one.

If someone told him that a broken iron ball was as powerful as a fire-breathing, bone-burning attack, he would go up and smash it into his groin without saying a word.

But the facts are clear: the broken iron ball was made on the spot, and he even lit it himself.

He has to believe it whether he wants to or not!

The two Kuomintang agents exchanged a glance, and Fei Jiao grabbed Yi Ping, demanding, "How much for all these materials?!"

Yi Ping was already short, and when Fei Jiao pulled him so hard that his toes couldn't even touch the ground, but he didn't dare to argue, so he could only honestly say, "If we only consider the materials, it's very cheap, ten thousand is enough."

Boom!

Feijiao instinctively let go, and Yiping fell, wincing in pain.

"Ten thousand?"

"If I remember correctly, the outer skin of the iron-skinned corpse is worthless; what's valuable is its essence. Iron-skinned corpses that can't produce essence will be purified."

Zhan Kong suddenly said, "If these things could also be utilized, then the cost..."

Their breathing suddenly became rapid.

It usually takes a fire mage three years of effort to successfully unleash the Fire Bone Burning spell.

Now, it only takes an ordinary blacksmith, less than half an hour, and a cost of a few thousand dollars to do it!

This is simply... simply... simply amazing!

Thank you to [Young Master Ye] for the 500-coin reward! May the boss make a fortune!

(End of this chapter)