Full-Time Magister: The Evil Emperor Descends

In the summer evenings, a cool breeze blows across West Lake, bringing a refreshing feeling that dispels the gloom in one's heart. The lake surface is cold and sparkling.

In the past, the entire West Lake was bustling with tourists and locals taking walks, but now the shores of West Lake are deserted and almost no one is walking around.

On the one hand, the plague has caused widespread panic, and people are unwilling to go out unless necessary, fearing infection with this terrible disease.

On the other hand, all entrances to the entire West Lake have been sealed off, preventing any unauthorized personnel from entering the vast lake and its surrounding area.

West Lake is as vast as a sea.

Along the Su Causeway, which runs straight through West Lake, the willows sway in the messy wind, looking like many graceful women tidying their freshly washed hair by the lake at night.

On the long Su Causeway, Zhu Meng, Tang Zhong and other high-ranking officials, along with some members of the Totem Clan and the Magic Association, stood at the edge, facing the urban area of ​​Hangzhou.

Looking across most of West Lake, you can see a cluster of skyscrapers on the opposite shore, their reflections cast on the lake's surface by rows of buildings in different architectural styles.

The city stands on the shore of the lake, and the lake reflects the famous city, making it magnificent and beautiful!
Large, dark clouds floated in the night sky, their outlines framed by the silvery moonlight.

Occasionally, spotlights from the dome of a skyscraper would join in the fun, their light shining like stage lights onto the clouds, making them exceptionally vibrant and eye-catching, hanging above this elegant and luxurious city, their distinctive silhouette also visible beneath the lake.

"That kid called us over, but none of his own people showed up. What's he up to?"

Zhu Meng let out a breath, and seeing that Mo Xie had not yet arrived, he couldn't help but feel anxious.

"Hehe, Councilor Zhu Meng, don't be anxious. Xiao Xie called us all together, it must be about the plague. Let's wait a little longer."

Since the totem black snake was cleared of suspicion, Tang Zhong has been at ease, always smiling and without a trace of worry on his face.

"Sigh, I hope this kid can bring good news..."

Zhu Meng sighed, a hint of weariness showing between his brows. Too many things had happened in the past few days. With the White Demon Eagle watching him like a hawk, and the plague in Hangzhou still unresolved, he was truly besieged on all sides!
At this moment, Qin Zhan glanced at Luo Mian, who looked slightly uneasy, and asked in an unfriendly tone with a cold smile.

"Councilor Luo Mian, you look terrible. What are you worried about?"

Faced with this sudden question, Luo Mian, who had been looking worried, was taken aback. He quickly hid his emotions and spoke righteously.

"As a member of parliament, I am naturally concerned about the safety of Hangzhou and care about the people. Instead of being vigilant against the White Eagle Legion at the West Fortress, we are all waiting for a kid at West Lake. It's ridiculous!"

"Oh?"

Tang Zhong stroked his beard, glanced at Luo Mian sideways, narrowed his eyes, and said with a smile.

“Councilor Luo Mian, there’s no need for you to be in such a hurry. After all, we’ve entrusted the task of dealing with the plague to Mo Xie. Why not listen to what he has to say first?”

"Hmph, I hope so!"

Luo Mian said no more, because he knew that if he continued to say anything, he would easily fall into suspicion. However, he had already taken the most crucial step, and he didn't believe that the kid could cause any more trouble.

Suddenly, a fierce whirlwind swept in, making clothes flutter loudly. Everyone looked up at the sky and saw a blue figure gradually growing larger.

A blue eagle landed on the Su Causeway from the sky, followed by two figures jumping down – Mo Xie and Leng Lingling!
Upon seeing the two appear in the crowd, Luo Mian's expression changed at first, but when he realized there was no one else around, his tense expression relaxed, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"Kid, you've brought all of us here. You'd better have some results, or you're just wasting our time."

Zhu Meng was relieved to see Mo Xie finally appear, but he still spoke without any mercy.

"Hehe, don't worry, Councilor Zhu Meng, you can start helping me from now on."

Mo Xie chuckled, glanced around at the crowd, and seeing that everyone present had arrived, his smile faded, his gaze turned serious, and he said, word by word, "After these past few days of investigation, I have finally uncovered the truth about this plague. The plague is not a natural disaster, but a man-made calamity!"

The plague was not a natural disaster, but a man-made one!

These words echoed along the Su Causeway, causing everyone's pupils to shrink and their expressions to shrink in astonishment, leaving them speechless for a long time.

"Kid, what...what do you mean by that?"

Zhu Meng was the first to come to his senses, his expression changed, and he asked in surprise.

"Actually, what many people don't know is that the batch of blood serum transported to the West Fortress was provided by me, while the batch of blood serum originally taken from White Town was actually substandard."

"Substandard blood products?!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was startled and began whispering among themselves.

Mo Xie nodded, looked at the crowd, and said.

"That's right... Ming Kuo Military Intelligence Bureau, please come out and explain yourself."

From the crowd, Ming Kuo, dressed in a military intelligence uniform, stepped forward. He first bowed to several high-ranking officials, and then spoke.

"Yes, fortunately, young friend Moye discovered it in time. Otherwise, if the inferior blood serum had been transported to the West Fortress and given to the wounded soldiers, the consequences would have been unimaginable. So, I switched the inferior blood serum with the high-quality blood serum given by young friend Moye en route."

No wonder there was no plague outbreak at the West Fortress; it turns out the blood serum had been switched long ago. No wonder so much time had passed and there was still no plague outbreak!
Upon hearing this, Luo Mian's expression relaxed, but at the same time, a bad premonition arose in his heart.

"Mingkuo, what's the deal with that batch of substandard blood serum? Why didn't you tell me?"

Yun Feng, the military commander of the West Fortress, had an extremely solemn expression. If the inferior blood serum were actually sent into the fortress, the already wounded soldiers would suffer heavy casualties.

Moreover, for such an important matter to be not reported in a timely manner by a subordinate is a serious crime of disobeying military orders!
"This one……"

Mingkuo's expression changed, and he suddenly looked a little embarrassed. At this moment, Moxie took over the conversation and explained.

"I instructed Commander Yunfeng to keep quiet about it beforehand, to prevent it from being discovered in advance."

Upon hearing this, Yun Feng's expression softened considerably, since Mo Xie's actions did indeed make a lot of sense.

"That batch of substandard blood contained the blood of a diseased rat called the Lingzhao Plague Rat. When the diseased blood completely erupted in the human body, it turned into this terrible plague..."

At this point, Mo Xie gave Leng Lingling a look, and the latter immediately understood, setting up a special device and typing on a mini notebook with her small hands.

Immediately, the instrument flashed and emitted a beam of light, forming a screen in mid-air, displaying the research results of the substandard blood agent and anatomical diagrams of the Lingzhao plague rat.

Judge Li Tian looked at this information with shock in his eyes and murmured to himself.

“Every Lingzhao Plague Rat has diseased blood inside it, and this diseased blood is extremely similar to that of other blood. Could it be that…”

Before Li Tian could finish speaking, Luo Mian, who was stroking his goatee, hurriedly interrupted him.

"Our most pressing task right now is to fight the White Eagle. We can only put the plague aside for the time being."

But as soon as he said those words, he regretted them, and the atmosphere instantly became awkward… (End of Chapter)