Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death

International Language!

And it's an international language without the curry flavor!

In this country, International Language, like English in another dimension, is an essential skill for the elite; those who cannot speak it will be ostracized.

Soon, a young policeman who was slightly fatter than the others and had equally dark and shiny skin was brought over.

"Do you speak an international language?" Xu Fang asked.

The young policeman shook his head.

—In this country, shaking your head means nodding, and nodding means shaking your head. It's a mess, but those who know, know.

Amidst the expectant gazes of everyone and the proud looks of the two parents, she communicated with Xu Fang in broken international English.

"Where can I find the Chinese Embassy?" Xu Fang asked.

The police officer, with a calm smile on his face, told Xu Fang in a composed tone that he didn't understand.

"Where are the recent Chinese people, Chinese people, Chinese people?" Xu Fang tried to simplify his vocabulary as much as possible.

The young policeman understood and gestured, "Come on, follow me!"

With one step, the crowd automatically parted.

On the way, the young man skillfully grabbed a watermelon from a stall, smashed it open with his fist, and offered it to Xu Fang and Lingling.

The two men watched as the red juice dripped from his fist and then back into the watermelon, and instantly lost their appetite.

The young policeman wasn't bothered and ate it himself.

The vendor next to him smiled apologetically, but didn't mention taking any money at all.

How do you say that?

Don't even mention eating a few of your rotten watermelons; I don't even ask the price when I eat at restaurants in the city!

Lingling couldn't stand it, so as the young policeman turned around, she threw a few coins at him. The vendor quickly covered them with his clothes and thief-like put them back in his pocket.

There were already a lot of people, and the streets were packed with people. A variety of smells, along with hot steam, hit you right in the head.

Xu Fang pulled Lingling in front of him.

Soon, the young policeman found a weathered middle-aged man on the stall.

The middle-aged man was wearing a ginger-yellow short-sleeved shirt, the collar and chest area of ​​which were soaked with sweat and turned orange. He was sweating profusely in the crowd.

He was also holding a selfie stick and recording a video.

"Hey guys, it's so hot! There are so many people and it's so hot. Let's quickly buy a mango juice to drink."

The vendor across the street was holding a mango, the kind that wasn't peeled, and he was chopping it into small pieces and throwing them into a juicer.

Xu Fang observed carefully and noticed that the mango was being grabbed with the left hand.

—If he remembers correctly, the left hand is apparently used for washing one's bottom, and is considered inherently unclean in the local culture.

The middle-aged man clearly noticed, but whether it was for the sake of the show or because he genuinely didn't care, he tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

"Let's finish this, brothers, clean it up..."

"Clean and hygienic."

An unfamiliar voice came from inside, and it was in Chinese. The middle-aged man was stunned and turned around to see a policeman leading two people who looked like his compatriots.

"Hello, someone is looking for you." The young policeman's attitude towards him was completely different from that of the watermelon stall owner; his oily, dark face was kind.

"You are..."

"Where is our embassy? Would you mind taking us there?" Xu Fang stretched out his hand: "My surname is Zhang, and I'm the third son. You can call me Lao Zhang or Zhang San'er, it's up to you."

"Just call me Yongzi."

Yongzi was quite enthusiastic: "How could our embassy be in this slum area? If you want to go there, you have to go into the inner city. Come with me, I happen to have some business to attend to in the inner city."

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“Montbai is divided into three parts. The largest part, as you can see, is the outer shantytown. After entering this dam area is the wealthy area, and the more central part is where officials and embassies of various countries are stationed,” Yongzi said.

Before they knew it, the three of them had arrived at the magnificent dam.

Like a giant elephant lying on the ground, it is almost comparable to the Xiamen dam and the Tokyo Naval Battle City seawall!

"Why was the dam built here?" Lingling asked. "There are still many residents outside..."

“This is the protective umbrella of the big shots. In their eyes, how can those parasites who receive welfare be worthy of enjoying protection?” Yongzi said.

Lingling possesses extensive theoretical knowledge and expertise in the field of demons and monsters; there are few beings, from servants to supreme monarchs, that she cannot understand.

But she didn't know much about the lives of the lower classes in foreign countries, as evidenced by her previous trip to Siberia.

“If the sea level rises, the people outside the dike will either drown or be killed by demons,” Xu Fang said.

"Hey, it's not that simple!"

Yongzi scoffed, “When the time comes, these big shots will have to do good deeds. As long as you pay enough money, they will allow you to take temporary refuge in the inner city!”

As for being destitute in the inner city? Just work! Just do odd jobs! The officials are already being kind by letting you live; why should you complain?

As they spoke, the three of them arrived at the foot of the dam.

Seeing the three people's faces, which were different from his own and appeared fair due to good nutrition, the guarding military magistrate did not stop them and let them in smoothly after registering them.

After thanking Yongzi, I headed straight for the embassy.

Revealing their true identities, the Holy Palace Master at the embassy warmly received them.

"We have also received instructions from the Grand Speaker."

Master Shenggong said, "Our people reacted immediately after the disaster occurred. These are the initial clues we found, as well as the results of tests conducted with dolphins. Please take a look."

Xu Fang took the materials and carefully read through them.

The monk Shenggong explained from the side: "The area where the missing person went missing is called Ligu County. It is a coastal area of ​​Bharat where people make a living by aquaculture and specialize in supplying fresh fish and shrimp to major cities."

Not every country is like China.

Long before the sirens' full-scale invasion, major agricultural and aquaculture universities and departments across China had already developed various magical species.

The most famous, of course, is the giant rice of the desert, so large that one can rest under its shade; its soaring yield is enough to sustain the survival needs of the crowded base city.

It's different in other countries.

The safe zone for human activities has shrunk dramatically, severely impacting arable land, agriculture, and orchards.

Once all the people are shrunk inside the barrier and the population density reaches its peak, what will they eat when they have no land to cultivate or raise livestock?

“We warned the authorities before, but no one paid any attention… Nobody knew it would lead to such a disaster,” the Holy Palace Mage sighed.

There is a photo taken from a distance, which is a bit blurry, but you can clearly see a huge cloud of dust rising into the sky.

“Bharat teaches that one’s lowly status in this life is due to sins committed in the previous life. As long as one honestly atones for one’s sins in this life, one will be happy and prosperous in the next life.”

The Holy Palace Master sighed, "They've really had a miserable life. I hope they can be reborn into a better family in their next life."

Xu Fang placed the photo on the table and casually said:

"Honestly atone for your sins? No, I only believe in kings and generals, are they born with a special destiny?"

take a day off

take a day off

I'm off my trip and heading home. I've been racking up over 20,000 steps every day for the past few days, and I'm just too exhausted to write anymore.

School meeting, will send later

School meeting, will send later

Today there's a democratic review meeting, and then starting tomorrow I'll be attending training for the next three days. Updates might be a little late, but I'll definitely update eventually.

Chapter 641 Dragon King Ants, Terrifyingly Powerful

Balat, on the edge of Ligu County.

The once major aquatic county has been turned into a vast ocean. If it weren't for the remaining urban ruins on land, no one would be able to tell that this place was once inhabited.

"These people are finished; there's no way they could have survived."

Lingling looked down at the sea, where sea monsters rose and fell, some of the bolder ones staring at her in the sky with deep and terrifying eyes.

"Yes."

Xu Fang casually tossed down a string, shattering the sirens who were posing with their eyes, along with a large area around them, into pieces.

The residents of Reko district are not much better off than the shantytowns of Mumbai, and no sorcerer would ever choose to live in such a godforsaken place.

This resulted in even the weakest siren being able to enjoy this buffet feast.

Human retaliation is not even as threatening to them as a lobster at a buffet.

After all, a lobster's claws can really hurt when they pinch you.

"The people nearby haven't evacuated yet?"

"I asked around, and people said it was the punishment of the wrathful Vajra. Those who died were people with karmic obstacles from their past lives, but these people will be fine."

"Of course, if you want to stay safe forever, you have to suffer and risk your life fishing, becoming a lowly servant to those bigwigs in the inner city, in order to earn a ticket to heaven."

Honestly, how could these people at the bottom possibly believe such a flimsy reason?

But what can you do if you don't believe it!

Unable to enter the inner city, they had no means of livelihood.

Since death is inevitable either way, it's better to swallow your anger, build more temples and sculptures to pray for divine mercy, and you can be a superior person in your next life!

This sense of humility is deeply ingrained in their bones, and neither studying medicine nor literature can save them!

at this time!

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