Full-Time Magister: Dark Throne

Let's push the timeline forward a little.

More than 850 kilometers east of Dongting Lake, at the Songcheng Magic Association Building, a heated debate is taking place.

"I don't understand!" Councilor Zhu Meng slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

"What's there to discuss? Two people died the moment that giant serpent appeared, and now a large number of people are hospitalized after being poisoned by it! Doesn't that speak for itself?"

Zhu Meng crossed his arms and said angrily.

"Please calm down, Councilor Zhu Meng. Mr. Lu's conclusion hasn't been reached yet, has it? Who knows if some demon with strange toxins has infiltrated Song City?"

Tang Zhongwen, the presiding judge of the Songcheng Trial Committee, began to persuade them.

"Stop talking nonsense. This time, none of you will be able to protect it!" Zhu Meng waved his hand and said firmly.

This time, he was determined to completely annihilate the totem serpent.

"I think you're not worried about the Totem Serpent harming the people, but rather that your crisis management strategy won't be able to be implemented, and you won't be able to climb to a higher level in the Magic Council!" the old man with a goatee, Luo Mian, rebuked angrily.

His indignant and heartbroken appearance.

If you didn't know that he was the culprit in this incident in the original story, you would think that Old Deng was some kind of righteous person!

He is now angrily criticizing Zhu Meng for wanting to kill snakes for his own selfish interests, but this epidemic was caused by his greed.

"No matter how much I say, it's useless. A giant serpent appeared in the city during rush hour, and a week later, two bodies were found dead from poison. How am I supposed to explain this to the angry public?" Zhu Meng looked at Luo Mian and sneered.

If their so-called "god" hadn't appeared in the downtown area and caused public panic, Zhu Meng wouldn't have found any opportunity to target the totem snake.

"The totem serpent will never harm anyone; in fact, it has been protecting this city and its inhabitants for many years! On what basis can you use it to pave the way for a crime without any evidence?"

Tang Yue, who had been listening silently, could no longer contain herself and spoke up angrily.

"You may have misunderstood something. I'm not some upright judge, and I'm not here to investigate a case! I'm the driving force behind a crisis and hidden danger strategy. A monarch-level demon appearing in the downtown area is a hidden danger that no one can tolerate!"

Zhu Meng, with both hands resting on the table, looked at the crowd and held up two fingers:

"I'm giving you two days to hand over the Totem Serpent, or I will directly invoke the powers granted to me by the Magic Court and the Pearl Mage Tower!"

At this moment, a trusted aide leaned close to Tang Zhong and whispered a few words in his ear. Tang Zhong listened and then smiled and said:

"Mr. Lu's preliminary report is out; we can listen to it before making a judgment."

A short while later, an elderly man dressed in a white robe entered the conference room.

Upon seeing him enter, Tang Zhong hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

"Mr. Lu, is there any information regarding the cause of death of those two corpses?"

Mr. Lu glanced at Tang Zhong and Zhu Meng, then shook his head.

"I have spoken with all the healing monks at Songcheng, but none of them could find the cause of the disease, let alone the logic of its transmission. The survival rate of these patients is probably not high."

"Then, is it completely impossible?" Tang Zhong paused and asked.

"Based on our deduction, this epidemic may be related to some kind of toxin. Extracting some blood from the totem snake and finding a master of poison might be the only way to turn things around."

Master Lu hesitated for a moment before finally speaking.

At this moment, Mo Fan, who had been listening in for a while, timidly raised his hand.

"Um, I might know a master of poison."

"Hmph!" Zhu Meng snorted coldly after hearing Mo Fan's words.

Of the four major black magic schools, apart from the Shadow school, there are very few well-known masters in the country for the other three.

The Necromancer lineage is only found in ancient capitals and some remote small towns, the Curse lineage has only one ancestral family nationwide, and the Poison lineage is even rarer.

Even for a member of parliament like Zhu Meng, it would cost a considerable amount of money to persuade him to do so.

What can Mo Fan, a student who is penniless and has no powerful connections, do?

It's just a publicity stunt to buy time!

"Mo Fan, where did you meet this poison master? Could it be... He An?"

Tang Yue frowned at first, then remembered that jerk of a student who had left her alone in the woods while she was taking her Chinese medicine.

It seems that his second awakening at the intermediate level was in the poison type.

Mo Fan nodded to Tang Yue, then walked aside and made a phone call.

"Brother He, Master He, I'm in a bit of trouble, could you come and help me out?"

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"Old He, you're finally here! I've missed you so much!"

When Mo Fan saw He An emerge from the shadows by the lake, he rushed over and wanted to give him a big bear hug.

After the last training in the desolate city, He An mysteriously disappeared for several months. If it weren't for Instructor Zhan Kong saying that he was still alive, I would have dragged Zhang Xiaohou to the swamp to search for him long ago.

Unexpectedly, the hug failed, and He An pushed her away, pressing her head down with one hand.

He An looked at Mo Fan, who was rushing towards him, with a look of disgust.

"Get lost! There's no shock absorption at all, what are you hugging me for? Don't you find it uncomfortable?"

"Why are you so late? That old man Zhu Meng is about to make a move against the Xuan Snake!"

Mo Fan got up and pulled He An toward the center of the lake, where Zhu Meng had prepared the snake-slaying platform for the Xuan Snake.

A day and a half later, the epidemic had not only failed to be resolved but had spread even more severely, and Zhu Meng's patience was now nearing its limit.

"No rush, I've already brought the antidote for the plague." He An took out a handful of eagle-red grass.

Besides the annoying demons along the way, this was also one of the reasons why he was so late.

In order to identify and collect eagle red grass, he even went to find someone who knew about eagle red grass to act as a guide, and filled a whole space bracelet with eagle red grass.

As He An took out the Eagle Red Grass, he also handed the last Blood Coin to Mo Fan.

"What's this?" Mo Fan carefully held the Bloodstone; its outer shell had a glass-like texture. "Old He, what have you been up to all this time?"

"This is the new faction that Lu Nian created. They haven't done much lately, just recruited a few commander-level underlings near Dongting Lake, and fenced off a swampy area to develop it, doing some farming and stuff."

He An continued to speak in a nonchalant manner, uttering chilling words.

That's the forbidden area of ​​Dongting Lake. Even Zhan Kong wouldn't dare say he could leave alive. The military mages of the army would not set foot there unless absolutely necessary.

Thankfully, this was Mo Fan, who was already used to it; anyone else would have thought He An was just bragging.

"Demon magic? Isn't that a forbidden technique jointly banned by the magic associations of the five continents? Besides, there don't seem to be any successful cases of it being used, right?"

Mo Fan scratched his head, looking at the blood-red coin in his hand, not understanding the significance of He An entrusting it to him.

"It's only nominally prohibited, but various countries are actually conducting similar magical experiments in private. I have studied it carefully, and with your talent, it's perfectly fine to use it. It can give you the power to turn the tide in times of crisis. It's no problem for a mid-level commander to fight a high-level monarch."

Seeing Mo Fan's expression, as if he was about to drool over the blood, He An poured cold water on his enthusiasm.

"Of course, its side effects are also quite serious. It requires a large amount of essence as a bargaining chip with the demon, otherwise your soul will be taken away by the demon, and your magical cultivation will regress by one level after using it."

Upon hearing about the side effects, Mo Fan's eyes instantly cleared.

Just kidding. Even with the ability of the little loach to synthesize essences, I've never even seen many essences myself. How could I possibly afford to support this ancestor?

Not to mention the terrible side effect of causing your magic cultivation to regress by one level after using it.

Mo Fan made a silent vow in his heart.

He would never use this power unless it was a matter of life and death.

With the ability to travel by shadow, the two quickly arrived at the center of the lake, where Zhu Meng had just activated the super-level "Thunder Ring Punishment" formation.

"You're that poison master?"

Zhu Meng, enveloped in lightning, raised an eyebrow and looked down at He An.

Why does this child look so familiar?