Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death

"you!"

The young judge roared.

Liu Guifang gestured for him to calm down and said patiently, "Although I am very grateful to you personally, I cannot agree to this request. The procedure does not allow it, and they are all trustworthy people."

In fact, after Liu Guifang returned, the trial committee launched a massive purge, which actually uncovered several traitors, and the rest signed new spiritual contracts.

"Give him the phone."

Xu Fang got the phone, found a number in the contacts, and dialed it.

The phone rang twice before being answered, and a gruff voice rang out from the other end: "Who is it?"

"Commander, it's me, Xu Fang."

“It’s you, you little brat… damn it! You little wolf cub, taste the power of my fist… go on.”

The calls for battle on the other end of the receiver made Xu Fang strongly suspect that Zhan Kong was leading a wolf hunt, and might even be floating in the sky using the Wings of Wind in order to find a signal.

"I've already arrived in the ancient capital. The number you gave me is unreachable, so... that's the situation."

Xu Fang explained the whole story, but was met with a long silence from the other side.

After a long silence, Zhan Kong's incredulous voice rang out again: "You mean, you blew up the Magic Association? With that... bomb you made?"

"It wasn't that bad. It only blew up one house and my shield magic tool."

"You swear you didn't lie to me! I mean every single detail!"

"I swear on my integrity."

"I don't trust your character, I trust your father's!"

"Are you a child?"

"quick!!!"

"...I swear on my father's integrity, I'm not lying to you."

On the other end of the phone, Zhan Kong took a deep breath. Xu Fang could hear the sudden increase in the speed of the air being cut, which made his voice sound broken.

"Kid, wait here, I'll find someone right now... no, I'll go to the ancient capital myself!"

"Luo Yunbo! Luo Yunbo, where the hell have you been? Get me a Skyhawk! Don't you have one? Then hurry up and buy a plane ticket!"

"Xu Fang! Brother, no, elder brother! You better not lie to me! I'm begging you, please don't lie to me!"

The phone hangs up.

The three judges in the audience were completely bewildered. From what Xu Fang said, he had developed a magical artifact called a "bomb." They didn't know what had touched a nerve, but the military mage opposite them was so excited that he was like someone with malaria, shouting that he wanted to come to the ancient capital.

"Could this kid be telling the truth? Is he really researching magical artifacts?" The young judge was puzzled. "But these magical artifacts don't seem very reliable. They blew up the whole house."

"Should we report this?" the senior judge asked.

Liu Guifang hesitated for a moment; things seemed to be getting out of his control.

"Okay, we'll get right away..."

Jingle Bell!

Liu Guifang's words were interrupted by the ringing of her phone. After seeing the contact name, she was stunned for a moment, and then quickly answered the call.

"Yes! Yes! I understand! Of course I understand!"

After hanging up the phone, Liu Guifang looked at his two colleagues with a solemn expression:

"Excuse me, gentlemen, please hand over all your communication devices and come with me."

The two judges: "???"

Chapter 35 is absolutely amazing!

According to the rules, uncooperative suspects like Xu Fang usually have to sit in the regret chair for a whole night, with a large LED light shining over 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 do not know how long it has been.

Click!

The door opened.

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

Holy crap, that was a powerful attack! I saw it cleave through the air.

"...The Legion Commander?"

"it's me!"

Zhan Kong's hair 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 crossed the 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 be able to 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 Black 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 President 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: "You made 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 solid 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 disoriented: "How is this possible? How could flames alone... how could this be possible?"

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 round.

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 naturally born spiritual seed!"

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