Full-Time Magister: Dark Throne

"Sigh, I never thought Huacun would become such a horrible place."

The short man sighed and walked toward the well in the center of the village.

"I'm so thirsty, I'll rinse my mouth while I'm at it."

He was used to the taste of grey garlic, but that was only for survival; it didn't mean he found the taste of grey garlic acceptable.

If he had known He An had such strength, he would never have eaten that piece of gray garlic, even if he were beaten to death.

The short man peeked his head out, trying to see how to pump the water up.

A face emerged from the well, almost touching the short man's face.

Both of them were startled and fell backward.

"People! People!" The short man pointed at the well opening, his lips trembling.

The strong man and Asha's two attendants rushed forward and frantically pulled the person who had fallen into the well out.

After talking, everyone learned that the undead had mutated and attacked the village, forcing the villagers to hide at the bottom of a well.

The group pulled out all the hundreds of villagers who were hiding at the bottom of the well.

In the end, a man and a woman climbed out of the well at the same time.

Mo Fan stared wide-eyed at the man.

"monkey!"

Mo Fan ran up to him and gave him a big hug.

"You know him?" Su Xiaoluo was overjoyed and hurriedly asked Mo Fan.

"He's my brother I've known since childhood."

Mo Fan looked at Zhang Xiaohou, who was standing there blankly, and asked in confusion.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Fu Da has amnesia and might not recognize you," Su Xiaoluo explained.

A complex emotion flickered in Mo Fan's eyes. He patted him and said:

"It's alright, at least you're not dead! At least you're not dead!"

"So what if it's amnesia? Old He is all-powerful; he'll definitely know how to cure it. Even if he doesn't, I'll sell everything I own to take good care of it!"

"This isn't amnesia." He An came to Zhang Xiaohou's side and gently patted his shoulder.

The forgetfulness worm hidden inside his body was directly crushed.

"Hiss!" Zhang Xiaohou suddenly took a deep breath and hugged his head tightly with both hands.

"What's wrong with him?" Mo Fan and Su Xiaoluo quickly helped him up and asked He An.

"He was afflicted by the Black Vatican's Forgetfulness Worm, an extremely evil forbidden magic that can devour the memories of the cursed person. Forcing them to recall their memories will only cause them unbearable pain."

Moreover, the removal process is extremely difficult; a single mistake can kill both the cursed person and the Forgetfulness Worm. Aside from highly skilled healers or high-level mind-manipulation mages, generally no one dares to attempt to remove it.

He An began to explain to the two of them.

"The Black Vatican? How could the monkey have been given this by the Black Vatican?" Upon hearing these three familiar words, Mo Fan's expression suddenly changed.

He had witnessed the cruelty and madness of the Black Vatican in Bo City and Shanghai.

Why are these lunatics so persistent? They even followed us to the ancient capital!

"Snap!" He An snapped his fingers.

Hong Jun, who was standing in the center of the village and occasionally glancing at He An, and several members of the Black Vatican disguised as villagers were instantly blown into a cloud of blood mist.

"What! What happened? Are there still undead hiding?" Village Chief Xie Sang asked hurriedly, looking at his son who had exploded into a bloody mist.

"Gentlemen, now that things have come to this, there's no need to keep hiding, is there?" He An's sharp gaze swept around as he spoke loudly.

A man draped in a black robe and a mysterious figure dressed in gray and white appeared from two different directions.

When the gray-haired man came out, he first bowed to He An using the internal etiquette of the court.

This action made He An narrow his eyes slightly.

Generally speaking, people at the gray-white level wouldn't know that He An was a member of parliament.

Because He An's record is so extraordinary, his information is strictly controlled from the outside world.

But it's not surprising that the gray-haired people, who belong to the Inquisition, knew his identity.

How did you find me?

Fang Gu, dressed in a black robe, removed the bamboo hat from his head, revealing a pale face.

"It's you! It's you! You're still alive!" Village chief Xie Sang screamed as soon as he saw the face.

"You're disappointed that I'm not dead yet, aren't you?" Fang Gu sneered, looking at Xie Sang and continuing, "What a pity, I didn't kill your son with my own hands."

"I don't care about your grudges with Huacun. You can handle them yourself under the supervision of the Ancient Capital Retrial Committee."

"This matter concerns the safety of the ancient capital. You have important items and information on you. Come back to the ancient capital with us." He An looked at the two village chiefs, Fang Gu and Xie Sang, and said calmly.

"Miss, you must be the person I made an appointment with, right?"

After He An finished speaking, the gray-haired man looked at Asha Ruya and asked.

"It's me." Asha'ruya nodded and walked to the side with two attendants.

The gray-haired man followed her to the side to exchange intelligence.

The transaction was completed quickly, and the four of them walked back together.

Asha's approach to He An was quite natural, and she led him aside.

"Is there anything you want to ask?" She tilted her head and blinked her big eyes at He An.

"Your purpose in coming to the ancient capital is probably not just to trade with him, is it?" He An nodded and asked.

"Yes, there are a few more people who also want to make a deal," Asha'ruya replied.

"You know that's not what I'm asking," He An shook his head helplessly, then asked, "What did Wen Tai leave here?"

Asha's eyes widened in shock; she hadn't expected that a student from Pearl Academy would know this much.

Who exactly is he? And why does the Dark King behind him possess such power?

Neither the Dark King of the Dark Dimension nor most of the high-ranking officials of the Magic Dimension knew any specific information about Wen Tai.

Not to mention that Wen Tai had secretly come to the ancient capital in his youth in search of something, a fact known only to a few people he knew.

This dark messenger from the Pearl Academy actually knew that too!

"As you know, I'm an intelligence dealer, and I have to pay for any intelligence I buy." After a moment's thought, Asha Ruya removed her veil and gave He An a mysterious smile.

He An was not fooled by her smile and said calmly:

"I can afford it."

"Okay, okay. All I know is that it's in the Ancient Capital Museum."

"What kind of reward do you want?"

"I don't really want anything for now, I'll just owe you that."

Asha'ruya put on her veil, smiled back at He An, and then turned and left with two servants.

She had to rush off to her next deal.

After Asha Ruya left, the village chief Xie Sang gathered the villagers together and asked them if they were willing to leave the village and live in the ancient capital.

Of the village's hundred residents, only about thirty were willing to leave.

This caused everyone to sigh.

The same was true for Andrei.

Many villagers with outdated ideas are unwilling to leave the land where they have lived for many years.

He An expressed respect and understanding for this choice.

It's hard to leave one's homeland; villagers like these often spend most of their lives on this land.

Moreover, they have a deep-rooted traditional belief in things like "the protection of the well water god," making it very difficult for them to leave.

Moreover, He An didn't have the energy to forcibly bring them back to the ancient capital. Doing so might not only fail to earn their gratitude, but could even result in being scolded.

Explain the situation and let them choose for themselves.

We are all adults and should be responsible for our choices.

He An only allowed a few undead creatures to guard the area, and then killed all the Black Church personnel who came later.

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He An summoned more than forty Shadow Wolves, and a day later led the villagers back to the ancient capital.

"Ah! I'm finally back. I'm exhausted. I need to take a good shower." The short man stretched as soon as he entered the city gate.

"Tch, you rode Lao He's demon wolf the whole way, what are you tired of? You didn't do anything and you still charged us ten million." Mo Fan couldn't help but complain when he heard the short man say he was tired.

"This, this, would you have been able to see such a gorgeous girl without me?" The short man was stunned for a moment before trying to explain.

"Pah! They already know Lao He!"

"Your Excellency, this matter is of great importance. I will first take Fang Gu and Xie Sang to the clock tower to meet Lord Han Ji."

The gray-haired man bowed to He An and began to speak.

He An nodded, and to prevent any Black Church members from interfering along the way, he had Mingying secretly accompany the Gray-White Man.

"Let's go see our fellow villagers."

He An turned to look at Mo Fan, who was arguing with the short man, and spoke.