Full-Time Magister: I Had No Intention of Reaching the Dimensional Throne

Chapter 155 Soft Pillow

Qingtian Hunting Grounds.

Bai Mo and Old Man Bao sat facing each other, with an ordinary table between them.

There were four bronze masks on the table.

"Old Bao, have you figured it out?"

"It doesn't look like traces of black magic," Old Man Bao said confidently, a gentle golden light shining from his hand as he picked up a mask and examined it closely.

"The power here is somewhat similar to necromancy and curse magic, but it is definitely not either of those two types of magic. It seems to be forged using something else that possesses those two powers."

Old Bao spoke softly, even putting his mask on, his voice still languid.

"The Magic Museum also has some of these strange antique gems. There's not much to say about them; they're from over two thousand years ago. Back then, the necromancy system didn't even exist."

"Old Bao, you even know how to appraise treasures?"

"You'll get the hang of it after watching a lot. I can't compare to some professionals, but I can get the gist of it."

Bai Mo ignored the old man's pretentious behavior in front of the younger generation and instead glanced at the four masks.

"So, these are the four collectibles?!"

There was a hint of regret in his voice.

"I heard from Lingling that the ruins you discovered are too small, and the ancient Yelang Kingdom was not powerful in history, so don't have too high expectations."

Bai Mo nodded in agreement, recalling the small stone bead that had helped the hollow willow tree break through its limitations. He then recounted the story to Old Man Bao.

"Hmm," Old Man Bao pondered for a moment, "I suspect it might be a powerful plant species, just sealed away. That relic might really have something special about it, but this mask is definitely not made with necromancy."

Bai Mo was not very satisfied with this answer, so he looked at Lingling again.

"Lingling, how long will it take you to finish the translation?"

"If it takes a long time, then it will be longer; if it takes a short time, then it will be shorter."

"..."

Lingling tends to talk nonsense when she's focused on something, but Bai Mo doesn't think it's her problem.

But I could understand the general meaning: she didn't know either.

According to Lingling, Leng Qing went to Mount Hua for quiet cultivation, and her earth element has been at the high-level perfection stage for a long time.

Mo Fan was spending time with his sister, and Bai Mo and Old Man Bao didn't have much to talk about. In addition, Lingling was focused on her research, so he went back home because he was extremely bored at the Qingtian Hunter's Office.

The New Year came quickly, and to Bai Mo's surprise, Bai Hanxing actually won over Gu Changying and brought her back.

The Bai family's New Year's Eve dinner was no different from other families', and the monks didn't seem to care much about it.

Many people are still fighting in the wild, planning where to go on adventures tomorrow, and even confining themselves indoors in seclusion.

"I heard there's been some minor commotion in Jiangcheng, so you should avoid going there recently."

During the meal, the Bai family head quietly said something, mainly to Bai Mo.

Zhuang Xingyan mostly plays mahjong at home and rarely leaves Shanghai. Gu Changying and Bai Hanxing, on the other hand, are from the Southern Navy and their schedules are generally fixed.

Only Bai Mo wanders around aimlessly.

Bai Mo put down his chopsticks, looked up, and asked, "What's wrong? What happened in Jiangcheng?"

"I don't know, but I heard that several high-level healing mages have already gone there."

"oh."

Bai Mo looked a little strange. He glanced at the time and noticed the first four unusually prominent numbers of the date: 2020.

His expression became even stranger.

Hopefully, it's not what he thinks.

On the second day of the second lunar month, the dragon raises its head.

The new semester has begun at Mingzhu Academy. In Jinyuan Apartment, Bai Mo is cooking.

Today is Mu Nujiao's birthday.

There were very few people at the table; apart from Ai Tutu, there was no one else. Mu Nujiao had been engrossed in her cultivation, and even Mu Nuxin, whom she had previously been close to in the family, had little contact with her due to their differing ambitions.

"Mmm! These ribs are delicious. Bai Mo, if you can't continue being a mage, you can become a chef," Ai Tu Tu said.

"How can that be? Even if I don't become a sorcerer, being a kept man is more profitable than being a cook." Bai Mo said, glancing at Mu Nujiao and Ai Tutu across from him.

"Ha!" Both of them saw that look in her eyes, and Ai Tutu exclaimed in surprise, "No way, you want to live off two people?!"

"Alright, stop talking while we're eating." Mu Nujiao knew that if she didn't stop them, their conversation would veer towards something that would make her blush, so she immediately picked up a piece of pork rib and stuffed it into Ai Tutu's mouth.

"Eat more if you like it." After saying that, she glared at Bai Mo.

"Jiaojiao, how about we have a drink to celebrate?" Bai Mo said with a smile.

"No, I still need to cultivate tonight. The main campus assessment is coming up soon, and I really want to get into the Three-Step Tower. That Mo Fan is not easy to deal with." Mu Nujiao shook her head, not planning to relax just because it was her birthday.

"Me too, me too!" Ai Tutu immediately raised her hand. "I also want to enter the Three-Step Tower."

"Mo Fan, why are you targeting him?" Bai Mo asked, puzzled. "He's a natural dual-elemental genius, so he'll most likely be first in the main campus assessment, but first place can also be a team's."

"You want us to team up with him?"

"No, what I mean is that he's short on money. If he gets first place, you can just buy a teammate spot and get the reward as a team."

Bai Mo explained.

"Oh, yes." Ai Tutu's eyes widened. She thought this way of getting a spot without much effort was pretty good, and immediately started checking her savings.

Mu Nujiao, however, had a strange expression. She glanced at Bai Mo casually and said, "You always have so many tricks up your sleeve."

What do you think?

"it is good."

"Is the food good?"

"it is good."

"Save some room for cake later."

"it is good."

"Let's go see a movie tonight."

"Hmm?!" Mu Nujiao was taken aback.

"What's wrong?" Bai Mo asked, puzzled. He took out his phone and started scanning for interesting things, then asked with concern:

"What do you want to see?"

"Horror movie! Horror movie!"

"I'm not going out." Mu Nujiao instinctively wanted to refuse, but then changed her mind. "I'll just stay home and watch."

"Okay." Bai Mo nodded, while Ai Tutu was somewhat dissatisfied, burying her head in Mu Nujiao's chest and making a series of ambiguous coquettish sounds, but Mu Nujiao remained unmoved.

She glared fiercely at the boy opposite her, telling him not to look around.

The aroma of tea lingered, but gradually disappeared as the temperature dropped.

Dean Xiao was studying academic issues in his office when his assistant pushed open the door and brought in a confidential letter from the Bo City military. Meanwhile, far away at the Qingtian Hunting Grounds, a strange request was placed before Lingling.

"I hereby entrust you with the protection of Mo Fan, a student of Mingzhu Academy."

Lingling picked up the letter of entrustment, looked at it carefully again, and then ran upstairs to find her grandfather.

The dim, slanting sunlight was blocked out by thick curtains, plunging the room into darkness. A classic film depicting the changes of the last century was playing on the projection screen.

The projected light illuminated three young men. One, with an empty beer can on his chest, was already dozing off. The other two were still watching a movie, and the coffee table in front of them was piled high with cold dishes and braised meats.

"If you have money, you should indulge in eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring, and do all sorts of bad things. Just don't do good deeds!"

In the video, the old man spoke earnestly, but Bai Mo had no heart to listen. The empty soda bottle in his hand made him feel a little drunk, probably from Ai Tutu.

And so, without realizing it, he fell onto Mu Nujiao's lap.

A faint gaze fell upon her. She had intended to move her legs, but considering how hard he had worked cooking lunch, she decided to let him lie down for a while.

Anyway, the movie was almost over, but I still had to ask.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm a little drunk, I'll lie down for a while."

Bai Mo looked up at the two mountain peaks before him, feeling the warmth on the back of his head, soft as a down pillow. His eyes remained unblinking; damn it, he couldn't even see their faces!

A calm voice, tinged with a hint of speechlessness, said, "Lying."

"No, I'm really drunk. If you don't believe me, bend down and smell me."

Ignoring his words, Mu Nujiao raised her hand and covered his eyes. "Then go to sleep."

With the movie playing in his ears, or perhaps because his knees were just too flexible, Bai Mo actually fell asleep before the movie ended.

This made Mu Nujiao, who had intended to wake her up, a little angry. This person was actually asleep, and the timing was so coincidental.

He picked up the remote control next to him, played music, and turned the volume down.

He looked down and carefully examined the face.

Her fair complexion was as smooth and lustrous as jade, and she looked even more beautiful than her.

I raised my hand and couldn't help but tug it. I put my other hand on it and tugged it again, then pinched it.

This guy, even though it's his own birthday, he's the one who gets all the benefits.

Mu Nujiao lowered her hand, removed the hair tie from her hair, and let her cascading hair fall loose. She grabbed the hair of the person in front of her and tied it up.

It's a bit asymmetrical, so I took the hair ring from TuTu's hand as well.

Nodding, Mu Nujiao looked at the work in front of her with satisfaction and picked up her phone.

(End of this chapter)