Chapter 120 - 88: Mo Ning’s Contribution Surpassed Everyone
In reality, the quiet Mr. Mo Ning was the most capable person of all; his contribution surpassed that of every other newcomer present.
At that moment, Aya began to handle the aftermath.
The Junior Deacon demonstrated extreme efficiency.
He glanced at the Combat Puppets and ordered, "Quiet the injured rookies and take them to the hospital."
The academy’s internal hospital was officially named the Black Tower Hospital, but there were no doctors inside, only Wizards and Apprentices skilled in Life Magic.
From what Mo Ning understood, unless one was injured in a battle they had been conscripted for by the academy, anyone who wanted to leave the hospital had to pay the corresponding fees.
The two puppets moved at once.
They first cast a [Sleep Spell] on the injured. The groans stopped abruptly as the wounded fell into a deep sleep.
Carrying the three injured apprentices like cargo, the puppets quickly rushed toward the plantation entrance and vanished from the newcomers’ sight.
Aya then looked at the two remaining puppets and issued a second command: "Collect the bodies and deliver them to the Arbitration Court."
Kanda and Semy were clearly operatives of the Dark Wizards. The subsequent investigation, tracing, and intelligence gathering could only be handled by the Arbitration Court.
The two puppets opened a mechanism in their chests, took out several dark leather bags, and tossed them toward the three horrifyingly mangled corpses—Kanda, Semy, and Remi—whose chests and abdomens were torn open.
When the black bags landed on the corpses, they began to flow rapidly like water, pouring out from their openings to spread along the contours of the bodies, covering and enveloping them.
In the span of a single breath.
The three mangled corpses were wrapped tightly in the black "watery membrane," leaving no gaps visible, like sealed coffins.
Mo Ning gazed at Remi’s resentful expression, his once-great ambition completely devoured by the darkness.
From a rising star to an ice-cold, mangled corpse, all in just a few days.
He shook his head slightly, banishing the lament from his thoughts.
Mo Ning searched his memory and identified the name of the black bag: [Corpse Bag].
It was an item created through Witchcraft that could automatically seal a corpse inside and had a certain preservative effect.
The word ’preservative’ spun in his mind, and he suddenly felt a touch of dark humor.
The two puppets shouldered the bodies and departed as swiftly as the wind.
Only large pools of blood remained on the ground, and the thick stench of it still hung in the air.
Aya took out a small pouch as a fluctuation of Magic Power flashed from his hand.
A handful of gray powder sprayed from the pouch’s opening, transforming into a cloud of gray mist that evenly covered the blood-soaked ground.
As the mist made contact with the blood, the pools began to bubble incessantly, like boiling water.
The color of the blood rapidly transitioned from dark red to light red, then from light red to clear, before finally seeping into the ground and vanishing without a trace.
Mo Ning watched the scene, thinking to himself, ’That must be [Tracing Powder].’
He had read about it in a journal—an item used specifically for cleaning up bloodstains and residual Magic Power.
Within a second, not a single trace of blood remained on the ground, and the stench in the air had vanished.
Aya’s entire process was professional and swift. He was clearly no stranger to the dirty work of cleaning up a battlefield.
’Well, it only looks dirty,’ he mused. ’You don’t actually have to get your hands dirty.’
Mo Ning genuinely felt he had learned a lot today.
According to the information he’d gathered from various notes and journals, the true elite Apprentices at the academy often held two identities: one as a researcher in a Witchcraft Laboratory, and the other as a Black Robed Arbiter for the Arbitration Court.
In the academy’s history spanning over a thousand years, there had never been an Apprentice who only understood academics and not combat.
It wasn’t that such people had all died.
On the contrary, those who could master a deep knowledge of Divination were all intelligent people, and intelligent people learned everything quickly—including how to kill.
Mo Ning felt he would also enter the Arbitration Court one day, so it was necessary to learn how to handle this sort of "dirty work" in advance.
Just then, Aya’s gaze finally turned to the large group of newcomers.
His eyes, mostly hidden by his mask, swept over their terrified, unsettled faces.
His voice sounded even colder than before. "All right, rookies. You can now enter the plantation to do your mission."
As he spoke, the fence gate was slowly pushed open by an invisible hand.
Aya paused, making no effort to hide the mockery in his voice. "Of course, if anyone is so scared they’re about to wet their pants, you’re free to return to your dorms and cry into your blankets all you want."
The remark was utterly scathing.
Every word was a needle, precisely pricking the pride of the still-trembling newcomers.
Even if some truly had been scared out of their wits, no one dared to leave in front of so many people. How could they ever hold their heads high again if they did?
Soon, Sitt was the first to walk toward the fence gate, with Princess Phoebe and Della following quietly behind.
The action of the strongest team seemed to raise the curtain.
Where moments before the crowd had been a block of frozen ice, now it melted into an unstoppable river, flowing toward the fence gate.
Aya’s gaze pulled away from the stream of people and locked precisely onto Anya. "The one who made the report, stay behind. I have questions for you."
The Noble Lady’s expression was calm as she obediently stood her ground.
Mo Ning had just taken a step when he suddenly felt his [Secret Technique Whisper] vibrate faintly.
A message from Anya arrived instantly: [Please stay?]
Mo Ning hesitated for a moment before finally stopping in his tracks.
Anya couldn’t explain why she had reported Kanda. Leaving her to face the interrogation alone felt wrong.
Before long, the crowd had disappeared deep into the bamboo forest, taking the clamor with them.
Only three figures remained.
The Second Level Apprentice Aya’s gaze passed over the Noble Lady, landing on Mo Ning like two sharp daggers.
His gaze was filled with scrutiny and contempt, and his tone was exceedingly rude:
"You little punk who only knows how to hide behind a pretty woman. I really can’t fathom how you still have the nerve to stand here."
Mo Ning’s expression remained neutral.
He couldn’t help but mutter to himself, ’The proportion of twisted personalities among the academy’s apprentices seems to be exceptionally high.’
The Second Level Apprentice Lai Te had been just like that—passive-aggressive, condescending, and wearing an expression that screamed, ’You’re all just ants to me.’
This Second Level Apprentice, Aya, was much the same. The moment he opened his mouth, his words were scathing, as if he couldn’t speak without belittling someone.
’Is the pressure at the academy so great that it churns out so many twisted people?’