Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death

Mo Fan was a little embarrassed: "Oh dear, I couldn't control myself... This firewood is also not burning well, it's turning yellow, no, Zhang San, give me two pieces."

Xu Fang didn't waste any words and casually flicked a plant seed onto Mo Fan's flame.

In an instant, the fire in the stove blazed brightly, making the faces of the people inside the room red and hot.

"You're magicians!?" Olga was stunned and let out a strange scream.

The noise attracted people outside, and the whole house erupted into chaos.

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An hour later, at the village chief's house, Xu Fang, Mo Fan, and Lingling sat upright.

Besides the three of them, all the prominent people in the small village came, numbering in the dozens.

The table in front of me was laden with a sumptuous feast, both lavish and reminiscent of the era.

Large chunks of frozen fish, stewed.

Extra-large potatoes, stewed.

There are also some foods whose names I don't know, all of which are destined to be stewed. Plenty of seasonings are added, and once the steam rises and the food is fragrant, it's ready to eat.

As for the alcohol, it was locally brewed vodka—a potato distillate that was quite strong.

Lingling can't drink alcohol, so beet juice was placed in front of her.

It's clear that these rural celebrities haven't entertained many guests; their stares at people are rather unsettling.

They didn't speak any international languages, they just kept raising their glasses and letting the "village chief" sitting in the middle speak.

The young man, Olga, acted as the translator. Because the village chief spoke too much of his rural dialect, the translation was halting and difficult to understand.

The people in this village are excessively honest; in order to find a topic of conversation, they immediately recounted the unpleasant history of their ancestors in great detail.

What kind of bandit background is he? He drove away the natives, built his own village, and turned over a new leaf. He once arrested Japanese speculators and dug potatoes.

After exchanging pleasantries and drinking several rounds of wine,

The village chief, who had a long beard, made a direct request, asking the two great sorcerers to subdue the demon.

"Ten kilometers from here there is a large lake inhabited by a group of ferocious and cruel water monsters. Many fishermen who went fishing there were dragged into the water and turned into fish excrement."

"Now that it's winter, these water sprites have gone into hibernation, so things are finally a bit more peaceful."

Mo Fan asked, puzzled, "Since there are demons, why not report it to the Magic Association or the authorities for handling?"

The village chief shook his head:

"Of course we tried, but they were completely useless, which is why we wanted to ask you for help." His face was full of expectation: "What level of mages are you?"

Mo Fan said, "We are all mid-level mages."

Chapter 620 Splatoon!

Foreign countries have their own national conditions.

No matter how much internal strife and power struggles occur within the Chinese Magic Association, and no matter how wicked the people within are, they generally do not cause any problems in matters of people's livelihood.

Just like the Spirit Hall, no matter how heinous their crimes are, there's no denying that they sent mages to every village to awaken the children's spiritual powers.

If there are demons, deal with them immediately. If you can't deal with them, report to your superiors and send a more powerful sorcerer. If you really can't win, send a large army to clear the way and evacuate the entire city.

According to the village chief, the Russian Magic Association was a completely different story.

Vast land with few people ≠ Vast land with few demons.

It's not uncommon for a magic association to be located only a few hundred kilometers away, and for that association to have only one mid-level mage in charge.

After the villagers reported the incident, the other side only sent one novice mage.

Before even killing the demon, he started chugging vodka, got completely drunk, and went to the scene in a daze, only to be dragged into the water by the water demon and used as a chocolate liqueur.

It's just so weird.

But the most bizarre things are yet to come.

The Magic Association did not send anyone else. Instead, the deceased's family demanded compensation from the village for the loss of their life.

The amount was so large that even selling the entire village wouldn't have been enough to raise it.

"Can this still happen?"

“That’s how it is.” Olga, the young man acting as translator, sighed and said, “Putting everything else aside, do you know which area in the city has the most valuable houses?”

"where?"

"embassy."

"···"

There's no way to continue this conversation.

"Let's determine the level of the demons first before making a decision," Xu Fang said.

Although he could escape from demons below the level of a supreme monarch even if he couldn't defeat them, he couldn't easily reveal his true identity while wearing a disguise. It was always better to be cautious.

Several elderly people in the audience were getting impatient and kept urging the others to hurry up.

Olga translated, "Can you go now? They'll be in danger if the water monster comes ashore."

Honestly, Olga was a little disdainful.

Small towns are small towns, they don't understand any rules. Even if you're trying to help, why be so blunt? Besides, it's already night, are you expecting someone to kill a demon for you in the dark?

My head is spinning!

Moreover, this time when I went home, my father-in-law's family was also very hostile. As a son-in-law, they not only did not treat me well, but actually asked me to start a fire.

—And what a piece of junk that firewood! It took months to get that damp!?

"I'll go there. There isn't even a demon clan here yet, so their level probably isn't very high," Mo Fan whispered.

"Be careful." Xu Fang checked the time: "If you're not back in an hour, I'll go meet you there."

"Row."

As soon as Mo Fan expressed his opinion, the village chief was overjoyed and immediately offered to drive Mo Fan along.

As for Xu Fang and Lingling, they were arranged to stay overnight at Margarita's house.

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"Your internet is pretty good." Sitting on the hard bed in the guest room, Xu Fang smiled as he looked at his phone with a full charge.

“There used to be a lot of people living here. There were still many people when I went back last time. But I heard from my family that they all went to big cities to develop their careers.”

Margarita remarked with some emotion, "Everyone is crowding into big cities, and there are fewer and fewer small villages with human touch."

"Hmph, human touch?"

Olga said unhappily, "I didn't see it at all, especially your village chief. He just said that the water demon was hibernating and wouldn't come out, but then he immediately ordered people to exorcise the demon. His words don't make any sense!"

In his view, this is just making amends after the fact, a vain attempt to take advantage of others!

“Grandpa Village Chief wasn’t like this before. He was the kind of person who would rather suffer a loss himself than trouble others.”

"Yes, yes, so it's our fault. We guests made him unhappy."

How could you say that?

"Am I wrong?"

"What kind of attitude is that!"

The two initially spoke in the international language, but as they argued, they switched to the local dialect and continued arguing even after they left the house.

Xu Fang checked the flight information on his phone, and unsurprisingly, there was still no clearance.

The authorities assured that they would protect the safety of the airport and the aircraft, and that the planes would be able to take off once the demons were eliminated.

As for the food and accommodation of the stranded guests, it wasn't mentioned at all. Anyway, there's no comment section under the announcement, so complaining won't do any good.

Lingling was typing on her computer, intently watching the screen.

After watching for a while, she put down the computer, clutching her stomach with a somewhat strange expression.

"What's wrong?" Xu Fang asked.

"My stomach doesn't feel right." Lingling frowned and ran downstairs to use the restroom, but it was already occupied by Olga and Margarita.

The two of them kept letting out low growls, and the heart-stirring "plop plop" sounds were like Thor wielding a war drum. The sound of the toilet hitting the wall was even more immersive, and the mind uncontrollably pictured the scene of the little brown cuties flying down on it and then playfully bouncing back up because of their speed.

Lingling was dumbfounded.

As a hunter, although she wasn't a germaphobe and wouldn't go so far as to put a toilet seat down, use disinfectant wipes, and spray perfume, she still couldn't accept such a disgusting scene.

Even if you rinse it clean, it's still not enough!

That smell was impossible to detect with the nose!

Using your mouth instead of your nose is no different from eating shit in large gulps!

Just thinking about that scene made Lingling's stomach rumble twice, and she felt like vomiting!

She came running back, her usual wisdom useless against the waves of raw energy, and she jumped up and down in a panic: "Xu Fang, Xu Fang, what do we do?"

"Let's wait until they're done," Xu Fang said nonchalantly.

"If that were the case, would I need to call you?!" Lingling said angrily.

"Then let's go outside. There are plenty of open spaces; let's pick one that looks good," Xu Fang said.

It can only be the.

Lingling, with tears in her eyes, could only accept this reality.

What's the old saying?

Holding in urine allows you to travel a thousand miles, but holding in excrement makes it difficult to take a single step.

"Want me to come with you?" Xu Fang laughed. "I can provide you with light; a small ball of light will ensure that everyone for two miles can admire Lord Lingling's heroic figure."

"No! No!" Lingling cried.

"I'm your brother, even brothers need to be careful!"