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

Chapter 27 Pulling Onions from Dry Land

However, she was experienced in this situation. She reached behind her and pulled out a mask from somewhere, put it on, and then revealed herself.

The two guards at the entrance were not surprised to see the woman appear like a ghost. They just glanced at Leng Qing's figure a couple more times before letting her go in.

Upon entering the hall, the typical gray-market trading venue is set up; someone unfamiliar with the area might mistake it for a vegetable market.

Leng Qing kept an eye on her target out of the corner of her eye, pretending to be looking at some dubious magic stones and artifacts on both sides. Through the magic earring that Bai Mo gave her, she listened to the conversation between two people in front of a pet stall.

"Old Yang, how's business?"

"Oh my, no wonder the magpies were chirping outside the window this morning! It turns out it's you, Fourth Master!"

The greasy-faced stall owner trotted up to the man in the gray robe, pulled him aside, and led him to the back. Then, in a low voice, he said:

"Fourth Master, you are this one!" The stall owner gave a thumbs-up and continued:

"In front of everyone, I fed these pet dogs a wolf cub, and then, following your instructions, I implanted the magic seal beforehand. The dogs immediately gained that wild spirit. Our regular customers all love this breed, so the selling price is naturally excellent!"

After saying that, he glanced at the gray-robed man's woven bag and asked, "Fourth Master, is this the goods?"

"Yes"

"Then," the stall owner said, reaching out to take it.

"Hmm!" However, the man in black robes stopped him, and seeing his ingratiating smile, said in a low voice:

"Promise me one thing, and all of these are yours."

"Fourth Master, whatever you say, Old Yang will absolutely do as you say."

"Your pets can only be sold to people in Qingyuan District."

Upon hearing this, the stall owner waved his hand and said, "Hey, no problem, Fourth Master, don't worry, I've always done business in this area."

Leng Qing pretended to carefully examine the magical artifact while attentively listening to this information. Her eyes gleamed.

She had sensed the wildness emanating from those so-called pet dogs that had eaten wolf cubs; it was just a trace of the aura of a Gale Wolf.

This is to accumulate the scent of wolf cubs here, so as to attract those Gale Wolves.

If these people succeed in their wicked schemes, who knows how many wolves they will attract to attack the city.

Who told them to do that!

Leng Qing was filled with uncontrollable anger. If she weren't thinking about continuing the investigation, she would have used magic to annihilate this guy right now.

Then, the two completed the transaction, and the gray-robed man walked out.

Before him, Leng Qing left the trading area first. Then, he followed the gray-robed man to an abandoned courtyard.

Standing outside the courtyard, Leng Qing didn't rush in. Instead, she pressed herself against the wall and eavesdropped using her earring magic device.

"My lord in black, I have completed your orders."

Upon hearing the words "black-clad," Leng Qing immediately confirmed her suspicions.

The fact that they could do something so heinous is most likely due to the Black Vatican!

Although the black-clad members of the Black Church were generally senior mid-level mages whose cultivation was inferior to hers, she still carefully controlled her aura.

I listened intently, but suddenly realized there was no sound at all.

Leng Qing's heart sank. She raised her hand and pressed it against the wall in front of her, a dark brown light emanating from her palm.

Then, a hole the size of a human eye slowly appeared on the wall she was pressing down on.

She looked into the opening and saw an isolation facility covering ten square meters.

This is precisely what prevented him from eavesdropping.

A man dressed in a gray robe was kneeling on the ground, trembling. In front of him stood a man in a black robe, whose hand was flashing with a dazzling light.

It seems that his dark mark has finally been noticed.

This black-robed priest possessed profound light-elemental cultivation, coupled with the light element's natural sensitivity to shadow-elemental influences. This allowed her to remain undetected.

As if noticing her gaze, the man in black also turned his head in this direction.

"Found it!"

In a driverless, magical vehicle, Lingling typed on the computer on her lap and spoke into the communicator buzzing in her ear.

Bai Mo rode his motorcycle past another car and heard a ringing voice in his earpiece. He quickly asked.

"Where?"

"Northwest, 1500 meters, abandoned mansion." Lingling quickly relayed the location of the two gray-robed figures marked by her sister's magic, then added:

"The two of them are together, and they've stopped here."

"clear."

Bai Mo responded with a word, then twisted the throttle, started the engine, and sped off in one direction.

Although Qingyuan District is just a district, and can be considered Bai family territory, Bai Mo doesn't know every part of it.

However, he did know about that abandoned villa, or rather, that courtyard in the Northwest.

That place originally belonged to a young master of the Lu family, but after he died, no one dared to take possession of the house, as it was rumored to be cursed.

None of the people who moved in had a good ending.

Using his hunter's license, he asked the parking lot security guard to explain the situation to the traffic police behind him. He spoke into his earpiece:

"Lingling, I've arrived."

"My sister is also coming to the abandoned house, which is 100 meters from the southwest corner. She lives in the north, so it seems this is one of their strongholds."

"I know, these days villains always seem to prefer secluded places," Bai Mo complained, looking at the filthy, moldy, high courtyard wall in front of him with a worried expression.

How are we going to get through this?!

Why is displacement only possible at higher levels of spatial linkage? I wish I could fly there myself.

Wait! Fly? His eyes lit up at the thought.

Immediately, a silver starlight lit up around me.

"Nen Control - Hollow Claw!"

"Whoosh!"

The space distorted for a moment, as if it had come to life.

The silver light in Bai Mo's eyes was dazzling.

He suddenly took flight as if he were rising from the ground, displaying the skill of a martial arts master who can fly and leap through the air during action scenes in the entertainment industry today.

Then, hovering in the air, ignoring the surprised looks of some people on the street, he flew into the courtyard like a ghost, quietly and steadily.

"A ghost!"

Children who believed the ghost stories told by adults around them screamed when they saw this scene.

Meanwhile, in a nearby driverless car, Lingling, who was watching Bai Mo's actions on a monitor, reached out and took the lollipop out of her mouth, softly uttering a single word.

"6!"

"Basic stuff, don't be ridiculous." After landing, Bai Mo heard the praise, rubbed his ribs which were a little sore from being pinched by the Void Claw, and said calmly.

I silently summarized this flight experience and made changes accordingly.

If he hadn't already gained control, he really wouldn't have dared to play like this; otherwise, it wouldn't be impossible for him to accidentally crush himself to death.

"Go straight ahead, turn right after fifty meters." Lingling rolled her eyes and directed Bai Mo's next move.

Bai Mo followed her instructions, walking along while marveling at how unpredictable Lingling's magic truly was—it was simply too unscientific.

"They're right next door to you. Just install the listening device I gave you on the wall."

Bai Mo silently took out a suction cup-shaped device, about the size of a palm, from his spatial storage.

Press them against the wall, and they will automatically adhere to the wall.

He then took out a pair of headphones that looked like earphones, but were actually listening devices for real-time eavesdropping, and put them on.

The two people next door sounded like they were having a casual chat.

"Third brother, when do you think this mission will be over?"

"I don't know, the man in black didn't say." The third brother, with his distinctively hoarse voice, continued:

"Judging from this commotion, it's clear that the higher-ups are planning to take action against Qingyuan District. They'll need our help in many ways."

"Yes, this is a great opportunity for us to make a name for ourselves, a stepping stone to getting closer to Lord Salan! We must seize this chance!"

The echo of the previous question was delivered in a fervent and reverent tone, as if praising a deity.

The man with the hoarse voice agreed, "Second Brother is right. In the chaos, we can gain more loyal servants and have a chance to be promoted to Black Robe."

The two then fantasized about the future, their thoughts consisting entirely of how to create, train, and refine captured humans into so-called slaves.

Bai Mo listened calmly, but his eyes seemed to be filled with the ice and snow of the Arctic.

He knew who these people were just by hearing that they were dressed in black.

The Black Vatican!

And those so-called servants were obviously black beasts.

These scum, their peaceful lives weren't disrupted by the siren, but instead they're sacrificed by these beasts who are worse than pigs and dogs?

The two people inside seemed to be engrossed in their conversation and continued talking.

"Second Brother, do you know why the Steward is planning to take action against Qingyuan District?" the hoarse-voiced man asked, his tongue slurring.

Another man in gray said dismissively:

"Of course it's to offer a tribute to Lord Death! What, we're both in grey, do you think you know better than me?!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than that hoarse voice lowered itself, sounding like a thief.

"I heard from the elder who brought me into the Holy Church that Lord Salan was going to destroy the city to announce her birth. What we are doing is just a preparatory rehearsal for the deacon to borrow a part of Lord Salan's plan."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo was somewhat taken aback. So there was another exercise in Bo City?

You haven't grasped the essence of it.

But after hearing the rest...

Only then did I realize that it was an act of sycophancy that was done without my consent.

This guy in blue is great! You're trying to curry favor with people and ruin their lives! You don't choose other people's options, you don't choose other districts, but you insist on choosing Qingyuan District, and you choose mine!

This is absolutely outrageous and inhuman!

Bai Mo secretly resolved to find this man in blue. Otherwise, his few remaining years of peaceful life might be ruined.

It has absolutely nothing to do with the high bounties for members of the Black Vatican that I heard from Leng Qing.

He dared not dream of the blue shirt worth 80 million, but the gray shirt worth 200,000 and the black shirt worth 5 million were still within his reach.

"Bai Mo, let's do it. My sister has been discovered."

Lingling saw a huge shadow on the north side of the house; that was Leng Qing's Night Rule.

He immediately understood what had happened and gave Bai Mo a command.

Bai Mo nodded upon hearing this and put away the listening device on the wall.

As one dazzling silver arc after another streaked across the sky, he asked softly:

"Sister Leng Qing has been discovered. Is she alright?"

"Don't worry, even if you die, she won't. My sister is a high-level earth mage, and she's unleashed Night's Domination. There aren't any high-level mages here who can hinder her."

"Okay!" Bai Mo nodded lightly, looking at the wall in front of him.

He slowly raised his hand.

(End of this chapter)