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

"By the way, Lao Zhao."

"hold head high?"

"I have a piece of Shadow Matter here. I remember your family has shares in the Saint Mark World Auction Hall, right? Bid for it for me."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Manyan exclaimed in surprise, "Shadow Matter? You have something so rare?! What level is it?"

"At least comparable to the Soul Species."

"Wow, you've struck it rich!" Zhao Manyan clicked his tongue in envy. "There are so many rich people in Venice now, most of them are mages. Many of them who practice shadow magic don't even have shadow matter. If you show up like this, won't you be scrambled for?"

"What is Shadow Matter? Is it very valuable?" Mo Fan was a little confused.

"Aren't you a shadow mage? You don't even know this?"

Zhao Manyan looked speechless, and explained the matter of shadow matter to Mo Fan again before continuing the previous topic.

"Leave this to me. Mo Fan also needs to buy some things for Little Flame Princess and Old Wolf to help them advance. Elemental Saint Spirits need Soul Seeds to advance to Commander, and that's not cheap."

"Stop talking, I want dark matter again now." Mo Fan said, glancing at Bai Mo.

"You want it?"

"hold head high."

"If you want it, bid on it. The one you win is yours."

He wouldn't give away the Shadow Matter casually; he was also short of money, especially after saving Jingwei and exhausting all his essence.

After walking through St. Mark's Square, the magnificent St. Mark's World Auction House comes into view. The grand building gives people a sense of stability, and the addition of two winged lions in front of the cathedral adds a touch of solemnity and majesty!

"Zhao Manyan!"

As soon as I entered the main hall, a man wearing beach shorts and sunglasses approached me.

"Big brother, you're so busy, yet you still made a special trip to pick me up."

Zhao Manyan looked at the man and said with some excitement.

Hearing this, Bai Mo, who was standing to the side, also stopped looking at the hall and glanced at the man.

This man was Zhao Manyan's heartless older brother. The man in sunglasses raised an eyebrow, "What are you doing here, kid?"

"I said I would come."

"Oh, I didn't mind. You know I'm not like you. My time is very precious, worth hundreds of millions every minute, understand?" The man in sunglasses waved his hand.

He does look rather irritating, of course, if he were Zhao Manyan.

Bai Mo had no interest in listening to the brothers' next bickering, or Mo Fan's mockery of Zhao Manyan's lack of concern. He asked the waiter for a list of recent auctions and began to examine it carefully.

However, even though he ignored them, they came looking for him.

"Are you Bai Mo?"

Bai Mo looked up and saw Zhao Youqian take off his sunglasses and scrutinize him.

"Obviously."

"I heard you saved Count Anru of Italy, which has made you famous in Europe. If you want to bid, there's a top-notch auction house in an hour."

As Zhao Youqian spoke, he glanced at Zhao Manyan.

"Look at them, and then look at yourself."

"No rush." ​​Bai Mo interrupted Zhao Manyan, who was about to speak, "I still have one more thing to sell."

"We don't accept ordinary goods here."

"A piece of shadow matter that is at least at the soul level is no ordinary thing."

Zhao Youqian's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he added, "I have other important matters to attend to now, so this item can be included in the grand ceremony an hour later."

He finished speaking hastily and left immediately.

"Tsk, your brother is quite interesting?" Mo Fan looked at Zhao Manyan.

"Don't mention it, I'll take you to rest." With a wave of his hand, Zhao Manyan had no choice but to find a female servant to lead the way.

Bai Mo said, "I'm going to take some pictures. You guys go ahead."

As he spoke, he followed the directions and entered an auction hall that was about to begin.

When he was looking at the auction items earlier, he saw a familiar item, so instead of participating in the top-tier auction as Zhao Youqian suggested, he came to this ordinary session and waited for the item he had his eye on to be served.

The hall was relatively quiet; whether in the front seats or the surrounding private rooms, the only sound was the auctioneer's bids.

People can easily increase their bids simply by using their tablets.

"Next item: a young Flying Bo pseudo-dragon. You should know that even pseudo-dragons can at least reach the commander level, but the Flying Bo pseudo-dragon can not only fly, but also has the potential to be a monarch. Starting bid: 150 million."

Bai Mo yawned, feeling a bit bored.

This is the third Flying Wave Pseudo-Dragon. Did that guy stir up trouble in the dragon's lair?

However, dragons are indeed popular among most mages, and are especially favored by summoning mages.

A fighter who can fight, withstand attacks, and run fast—who wouldn't love that?

However, Bai Mo didn't have to wait long. After bidding on a magical artifact and an antique, the next antique appeared on the auction stage.

An antique that piqued Bai Mo's interest.

A phantom projection appeared on the auction stage in the dimly lit hall, displaying a token.

Perhaps to make it clear to everyone, the token was projected very large, reaching a height of two meters.

The projection revealed that the token was hexagonal, entirely cyan, with one side featuring mysterious and intricate patterns, while the other side was engraved with a character written in small seal script.

角！

Ever since being mocked for being illiterate, Bai Mo has taken the time to learn a lot of small seal script characters, and coincidentally, he recognized this character.

There's no need to ask Lingling again, lest she laugh at us.

He clicked his tongue, thinking to himself, "Just as I thought."

This one really is a matching one to the two tokens in his hand; they are very similar in form and appearance.

"As you can see, this is a token, an antique, a magical artifact. It comes from the mysterious and ancient East, and according to our tests and the seller's account, it has a magical effect."

"On this token is an ancient Eastern character, pronounced 'jiao,' but more importantly, it contains a fixed spell with only one effect: to fuse the powers of various winds."

"Intermediate-level mages can use it to cast star charts and fuse with spiritual winds; high-level mages can use it to cast constellations and fuse with soul winds; and super-level mages can do the same, but that will be a fusion of celestial winds!!"

"You know, fusing two different winds is very difficult; it requires time, mastery, and practice. But using this token doesn't require that! How amazing!"

The bespectacled, impeccably dressed auctioneer spoke passionately on stage, but the audience remained unmoved.

The magic on this token isn't particularly appealing, though it is undeniably magical.

But what's the use of magic? How many mages in this world can possess several different winds at the same time?

The key is if it involves fusing elements like fire or lightning. Perhaps some master blacksmiths would be interested.

Because they need to forge, they will try their best to master several types of flames or lightning.

However, it doesn't matter if they don't have it, Bai Mo does, he has plenty, it's just a Wind Seed, one isn't enough, two aren't too many, three will do, and he has just enough right now.

The more Bai Mo listened, the brighter his eyes became, and he immediately took a picture of the item.

Only a few antique enthusiasts argued with him, and after a few rounds, they stopped arguing.

Even so, he spent 60 million, enough to buy two top-tier spirit seeds.

After the seller refused his request to meet, Bai Mo took the token and headed towards Zhao Manyan's lounge.

As he walked, he played with the token in his hand. The token was pure blue, cool to the touch, and somewhat slippery, like the scales of some kind of creature.

Infusing magical energy illuminates a constellation, and a blue wind immediately swirls around him. The primordial spirit wind strikes him, turning him blue, but it's really not very useful.

As Bai Mo casually twirled the token, he pondered the characters on the other two identical tokens: 氐 and 房.

"Lingling, Lingling, even if you hadn't told me, now I know what these are."

I glanced at the sky, took out my phone, and took several photos of both sides of the token before sending them to Lingling.

Then he threw his phone and token into his spatial storage, ignoring Lingling's reply, and turned towards Zhao Manyan's rest room, slowly walking to the main hall on the first floor.

Standing by the window in the corridor, Bai Mo said softly, "Miss Ye, following men is not a good thing."

"Hehehe, I got here first, why don't you say you were following me?"

The shadow behind Bai Mo twitched, and Asha Ruya, wearing a veil, slowly emerged from it, showing no embarrassment at being discovered.

"I didn't crawl under your skirt, nor did I come out from behind you."

"Then why are you here?" Asha Ruya stared at him with her bright, clear eyes.

"Obviously," Bai Mo gestured to the spot, then gave a meaningful smile.

"I heard people talking about something being stolen here."

"Yes, your ears are very sharp. The Sin Stone here is missing," Asha'ruya said quietly, her eyes flashing slightly.

"Oh, that petty thief has quite unique taste. I wonder if he's good-looking."

Upon hearing this, Asha's lips curled slightly, her eyes narrowed, and she said casually:

"What, are you going to arrest him?"

"No, I don't really care about the Sin Stone. It's just a pile of rocks." Bai Mo shook his head, not to agree with the other party's opinion, but to tell the truth.

The Sin Stone has no real power; its power and meaning are bestowed upon it by people, and he would not believe in such a thing.

"Oh? I didn't expect you to think that way. Can you tell me why?" Asha's eyes sparkled slightly, clearly surprised by his words.

"If the meaning of an object does not lie in itself, then what is there to trust about it?"

"Hehehe~" Asharuya laughed, seemingly agreeing. "I think so too. In your words, 'great minds think alike'."

"Well, I have some things to do and need to wait for my friend. Perhaps we can talk at another time, about something else, like the Tyrant Mountains."

"Sure, I'll pick a place to wait for you. If you don't come, I'll leave."

Asha'ruya smiled and nodded slightly.

With a wave of his hand, Bai Mo turned and went upstairs. After finding Zhao Manyan and the other person and receiving the 1.2 billion diamond card obtained from the auction of Shadow Matter, Bai Mo glanced at them.

Then he remembered that he was still the captain of the National Team and should learn about the team's situation.

"How's the team doing lately?"

"It's nothing special. The competition hasn't even started yet, and everyone's gone off to cultivate," Mo Fan said.

"I reckon they've all gone to absorb the family's resources, like soul seeds, magical artifact sets, and stuff like that."

Zhao Manyan shrugged, then looked at Bai Mo, "Hey, by the way, didn't your Bai family give you anything good?"

"No, my situation is similar to yours; we both let our animals roam freely."

Bai Mo's expression turned strange. He hadn't contacted his family in a long time; he really was always out having fun and never home.

"There's support for free-range training, right? This is the National Championships after all. Look at my gear, did I just pick it up?" Zhao Manyan said.

Speaking of which, Zhao Manyan's mother was also from the Bai family, but unfortunately she was from a branch family and not considered a member of the main family. That's why he and Zhao Manyan didn't address each other as brothers.

"I don't know either. Maybe I received a message but I didn't check it."

Before Bai Mo could finish speaking, Mo Fan pointed at him and said, "Wow, look at this guy, he won't take any benefits that are offered to him."

Shaking his head, Bai Mo took out his phone and indeed didn't see any text messages from his family.

Actually, he didn't care; he'd rather give him some money or spirit essence.

Because he really doesn't lack anything now, or rather, the things he does lack are difficult to obtain.

Take the cinnabar stone for example; if one of these were available, it would cost three or four billion yuan.

Then there are magical artifacts. He specializes in dimensional magic, so generally speaking, the attributes of magical artifacts should also lean towards that direction.

Unless the magical artifact's materials are really high-end, like the remains of an emperor or something, I'm talking about a certain Black Dragon Emperor we're about to meet.

However, materials related to space, or rather, materials related to dimensions, such as magical tools and artifacts, are hard to find.

Then there's the Soul-Cultivating Demon Artifact, which he already possessed, though it's now useless, it only requires his essence.

In the afternoon, Bai Mo strolled casually through the streets of Venice.

He wasn't looking for Asha's mother; instead, he was looking for a suitable place to chat.

Anyway, we have a phone. Once we've chosen a location, we can just call.

Soon, with the enthusiastic guidance of a local young lady, he found a scenic crystal terrace.

Not only can you see the tranquil flowing water, but also the reflections of European-style buildings with stained-glass windows on both sides, and an exquisite fairytale-like arched bridge in the distance. However, the couples' resort hotel next to it is a bit of an eyesore.

After making the call and telling the other party my location, I quietly began to appreciate the beautiful scenery while drinking this chilled soda.

Comfortable life—what wonderful words! It's exactly what he's always been pursuing, but he hasn't been comfortable at all these past few years.

Who enjoys the howls of demons and the noise of magical bombardments?

But it's all for the best; the current unease is for the sake of future comfort.

Before long, a beautiful figure sat down in front of her. Asha Ruya was wearing loose clothes, but her ample breasts were still impossible to conceal, and her voluptuous figure was still breathtaking.

After looking it over, Bai Mo said, "The clothes are nice, very pretty."

"Thank you." Asha'ruya smiled and glanced at him. "I'm hungry."

Bai Mo gestured to the waiter, indicating that the food could be served.

The food was served quickly, and while eating, Bai Mo said, "Tell me about Soul Thunder and Tyrant Mountain Range."

He paused, then added, "I suspect the Soul Thunder is in the Tyrant Mountains?" (End of Chapter)