Full-Time Magister: Dark Throne

Chapter 46 Senior Brother Xiao Ding

"Lingling, what have you found this time?" He An emerged from the shadows behind Lingling.

"What kind of talent do you have? This is the women's restroom!" Lingling, startled by He An's sudden appearance, looked at him with some dissatisfaction.

"No wonder your nickname is 'Mingzhu the Great Pervert.' I think it's not entirely without reason!"

"Ahem, special circumstances call for special measures." He An coughed awkwardly twice, urging Lingling to change the subject, "So what exactly is wrong with this villa?"

Lingling glared at him with her big, innocent eyes, but didn't say anything more. The matter of the Black Vatican was more important right now.

"I reviewed the backup architectural plans of this villa and, after conducting a survey, discovered a huge underground level that had not been recorded. This villa was traded more than ten years ago, and Salang also began to be active in the country around that time. This underground level was most likely built at that time."

Lingling turned the laptop over and took out a small wooden stick from somewhere, then began to explain the information she had collected to He An.

"So, the Black Vatican has been using this glamorous villa as a cover, carrying out its shady and disgusting activities in the underground levels, and it took the Inquisition over a decade to finally uncover this?"

He An pointed to a series of internal analyses on the computer screen. The older analyses were marked with a large, red "Return" stamp, while only the most recent analyses were approved.

According to the data here, the trial council should have noticed the anomaly long ago, but they have been delaying taking action until now.

"The Inquisition is not omnipotent. The Black Vatican is extremely adept at hiding itself. Things like this are very common. Although the Inquisitors cannot betray the Inquisition because of their oaths, there are many factions within the Inquisition. This villa is most likely hidden by the Black Vatican by taking advantage of the internal conflicts within the Inquisition," Lingling explained with a shake of her head, somewhat helplessly.

"Moreover, this is not just an internal problem of the Inquisition. Many people in the Magic Association, the Hunter's Alliance, aristocratic families, and even the military have unknowingly become tools used by the Black Vatican and their protectors."

Grandpa is a high priest of the Holy Tribunal, and my sister is Lingling, the presiding judge of the Inquisition. They obviously have a lot to say about this.

"The entrance to the underground level is under the back garden. There are four black-clad cultists guarding the entrance; only you can enter." Lingling typed rapidly on the keyboard, planning a famous route for He An. "By the way, where's the communicator I gave you?"

"Here." He An took the communicator off his right ear and placed it in Lingling's hand.

Lingling tapped the white communicator a few times before handing it back to He An, whispering, "The communicator I gave you has a real-time image transmission function, which makes it easy to transmit information. Remember to receive my messages at any time."

After adjusting for a moment, He An gave Lingling an "OK" sign and then disappeared into the shadows, heading towards the back garden.

According to Lingling's calculations, the entrance to the villa's underground level is located in the gardener's hut in the back garden.

The gardener's cottage is a neat square, built against the artificial hill behind it. The wooden planks on the outside are painted white, making them stand out brightly in the dark night.

Four men dressed in black robes stood at the entrance of the hut. Judging from their aura, they were probably just four novice mages.

"Who are you?" The tallest black-clad cultist looked warily at He An, who had suddenly appeared, as an icy blue star trail was about to form beside him.

The three black-clad cultists behind him also stood up, ready to summon their black beast demons to fight alongside them.

He An ignored them, simply uttering three words: "Stand up."

"Sizzle!"

"Sizzle!"

"Sizzle!"

Several sounds of flesh being pierced rang out almost simultaneously in front of the hut. The four black-clad cultists, along with the black beast demon, were killed by their shadows without making a sound.

Four shadow soldiers emerged from the shadows and took over their duties.

Tonight, the moon is obscured by thick clouds, which perfectly conceals their dark purple faces beneath their hoods.

The villa's basement was specially designed and filled with traps and mechanisms.

Under the deliberately dim lighting, anyone unfamiliar with the area would quickly perish in these ever-present traps.

Of course, none of these were problems for He An.

As a shadow mage, as long as he doesn't encounter a light mage who is extremely sensitive to dark energy, he will be able to thrive in this underground level.

"Where exactly is the Black Vatican's key stronghold?" He An scratched his head in frustration. He realized that ever since he acquired the Shadow King's talent, he had inexplicably become terrible with directions.

This kind of terrible sense of direction has nothing to do with anything else, but comes from the depths of his soul, as if something is constantly interfering with his judgment of location.

This eerie feeling annoyed He An greatly.

"Aww!"

Within the mental space, a dark purple nebula slowly swirled, when suddenly one of the stars let out a wolf's howl.

With a slight thought, He An arrived at the location of the shadow soldier in an instant.

Before me was a narrow grotto, clearly carved out of the base of an artificial mountain.

A heavy iron door, made of an unknown alloy, was embedded at the entrance of the cave; it was clearly a cage used by the Black Vatican to imprison prisoners.

He An surveyed the surroundings. The entire cell floor was covered with a layer of scattered white bone sand, indicating that quite a few people had died tragically here.

We don't know what inhumane things the Black Vatican did to them.

He An looked around the entire cage and found that only one person was still alive, but he had fallen into a coma.

He lay sprawled on the ground, his clothes torn with large holes, his lips chapped and pale, and his breathing weak, indicating that he had not eaten for a long time.

"Lingling, do you have information about this person in your database?" He An looked at the Hunter Master Badge that had fallen to his side and sent the photo to Lingling.

Those who possess the Hunter Master Badge are no ordinary individuals; Lingling Computer's database should contain his information.

"Senior Brother Xiao Ding?" Lingling looked at the figure lying in the dungeon in shock.

Didn't Senior Brother Xiao Ding disappear while assisting his sister in investigating Salang in the Demon City? How did he end up in the dungeon of the Magic City?

"He An, we might be in trouble. This place is probably more than just a small trainee in blue." Lingling's face was tense as she spoke to He An in a very serious tone.

"We might have caught a big fish!"

"It's a piranha too!"