Full-Time Magister: Summoning Agumon at the Start

Seeing the extremely painful expression on Zhang Xiaohou's face, Chairman Han Ji's face flashed with surprise. He immediately stepped forward, grabbed Zhang Xiaohou's wrist, and pulled up his sleeve.

"Forget the bug!"

President Han Ji couldn't help but exclaim when he saw the snail-shaped black mark on Zhang Xiaohou's arm.

"Zhang Xiaohou reacted so strongly to the name Mu He, it seems Mu He must be the Grand Steward of Hujin," the gray-haired mysterious man said.

"President, is Monkey in any danger?!" Mo Fan felt guilty. He hadn't even noticed that there was such a black creature lurking inside Zhang Xiaohou. How terrifying was that?

"As long as you don't remember the day you forgot, you'll be fine. The clearer you remember, the faster you'll die. This is a vicious method that combines mental and curse techniques." President Han Ji gasped.

Zhang Xiaohou was in extreme pain, his body drenched in cold sweat, yet he continued to recall the memories of that day, making Mo Fan and Su Xiaolu's hearts clench with worry.

"Mu He, it's Mu He!" Zhang Xiaohou suddenly roared, his face growing increasingly pale, large beads of sweat seeping from his forehead, hands, and other parts of his body.

"Bang!"

President Han Ji suddenly struck, delivering a chop to Zhang Xiaohou's neck, knocking him unconscious. He then unleashed healing magic, significantly restoring Zhang Xiaohou's weakened life force.

"If we find Muhe and excavate Salang, will the crisis in the ancient capital be resolved?" Mo Fan asked.

"Sarang has been placed under house arrest by us," the gray-haired mystery man said.

"Household detention? You've detained him, so why don't you get the solution to this disaster from him or just execute him?!" Mo Fan was shocked and bewildered.

"We also want to, but we can't be sure who the real Salang is yet, and executing him would cost the lives of nearly ten super-level mages," Han Ji told Lin Chen and the others about the general situation.

"What if we can't find Salang?" Mo Fan asked.

"Then we'll have no choice but to execute them all," the mysterious gray-white figure said.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment, and Mo Fan and the others looked at President Han Ji with disbelief in their eyes.

For the sake of a cardinal, nearly ten high-level mages had to be sacrificed, including Councilor Zhu Meng, Chief Instructor of Flying Horn, Military Commander Lu Xu, and Hunter King Du Xiao—heroes who were fighting on the front lines last night to defend the ancient capital.

"I know you all can't accept this, but if Salang isn't eliminated, it will cause even more disasters. Moreover, the Black Vatican's next plan is to resurrect the ancient King Ying Zheng. Once he awakens, the entire inner city will become hell. They'll exchange ten high-ranking officials for the lives of millions of citizens. Do you think we have any other choice?!" The mysterious gray-white man became more and more agitated as he spoke, and his body began to tremble.

"But the Black Vatican is full of lunatics. What if Salam isn't afraid of death? What if he doesn't mind being buried alive with them?! With these high-ranking people dead, Gu Jiang will be completely without his last guardian." Mu Bai said immediately.

"We know, but is there a better way?" The mysterious gray-haired man was also helpless: "At least do something, it might work, and when the mountain corpses start attacking the security barrier, the decapitation plan will be executed."

"No! There's still a chance!" Mo Fan said, "Mu He is Salang's trusted subordinate. He must know who Salang is and how to resolve this disaster."

"But how did you find Mu He?" the mysterious gray-haired man asked.

"We don't need to go to him. Just get the message to him, and he'll come looking for us," Mo Fan said confidently.

"I have a way to get the message to his ears—..." Mu Bai said resolutely.

Mu Bai's method was very effective, successfully luring Mu He out. After Mo Fan met with Mu He, Mu He threatened the lives of millions of people in the ancient capital, forcing Mo Fan to act as a go-between for him to meet with the high-ranking officials of the ancient capital.

Beneath the giant bell of the Clock Tower Magic Association, Mo Fan, Han Ji, the gray-white mysterious man, and others gathered, awaiting Mu He's arrival.

Soon, Mu He appeared on the tall clock tower, wearing a blue butler's trench coat. Although he was alone, he held the lives of millions of people in the city in his hands.

"This is the antidote for the Forgetfulness Worm. You can give it to Zhang Xiaohou to verify if what I said is true." Mu He took out an antidote and threw it directly to Chairman Han Ji.

After President Han Ji checked it and confirmed that everything was correct, he handed it to Zhang Xiaohou, who swallowed it without hesitation.

"Release those innocent councilors, elders, and military officers first," Mu He said emphatically.

"Release them!" Han Ji coldly issued the order.

Soon, several high-ranking officials, including Representative Zhu Meng, who were the least suspected, were released.

"You can speak now!" Han Ji stared intently at Mu He.

However, Mu He remained calm and did not respond to Han Ji. He walked to the edge of the terrace and looked north: "Don't worry, you'll see soon enough, before nightfall."

"I think you're deliberately stalling for time. Your death is imminent, so don't even think about escaping," Han Ji said coldly.

"My death is near, but the king's tomb has also arrived," Muhe said.

Following Mu He's fanatical gaze, everyone saw a distorted space appear at the edge of the earth.

"Is it the Abyss of Evil?!" the mysterious gray-white man exclaimed in horror.

"That's right, the ancient king's tomb is in the Abyss of Evil, a place more terrifying than hell. Go and search for him to your heart's content!" Mu He laughed wildly.

His face contorted more and more as he smiled, but his eyes were filled with fervor.

"To show our Black Vatican's sincerity, I can tell you one more thing, but first release the rest of them!" Mu He's lips curled into a cruel smile.

Under Han Ji's orders, the remaining high-ranking officials were released, and all those who had been imprisoned regained their freedom.

And Muhe then announced the final piece of news.

"Sha Yuan is getting closer and closer to the ancient capital. When he undergoes his next spatial drift, he will appear in the ancient capital city."

These words caused a huge uproar among the people present. If Sha Yuan appeared in the ancient capital, the entire ancient capital would be doomed.

In stark contrast to the silence and despair of the entire Bell Tower Monk was Muhe’s fanaticism and madness.

Mu He opened his arms and embraced the direction of Sha Yuan: "Hahaha, when Sha Yuan appears above the ancient capital, it will be the Holy See's grand ceremony of bestowing godhood. Lord Salang will be crowned a god at that moment, and everyone..."

We will submit to his great wisdom.