A chat group for a certain tower warlock

"...Let's not talk about that. There's something I need your help with," Yarman said, looking at the fallen angel before him.

"Please speak."

"I hope you can keep an eye on this mobile city for me for a month, and prevent anyone else from getting in. Maybe it won't even take a month," Yarman said, his words somewhat incoherent.

"If it's about looking after the place..."

"Don't worry, I'll give you enough compensation!"

“Well… alright, Mr. Yalman.” Mostima pondered for a long time before finally nodding with a smile. “I’ll take this commission.”

"Thank you very much. I'll take my leave now." Yarman nodded gratefully, then took out the door key from his pocket, gently activated it, and a flash of magical light appeared before he disappeared into thin air.

Mostima shrugged as he looked at the desolate mobile city. "Looks like I'll have to take care of everything myself from now on. What a hassle. But it's not bad to have gained a guest like this."

…………

Three weeks later.

"Master, something terrible has happened! Master, something terrible has happened!"

"[Laetanian profanity]! I'm perfectly fine!" Yarman appeared before the shouting servant, looking at him coldly and asking, "Is there any new development on Harry's side?"

"Master...Master!" The servant bowed and presented the intelligence report to him, saying in a flustered manner, "Our spies in Elector Harry's mobile city have sent word that Elector Harry's mansion has been surrounded, and many sorcerers are searching inside..."

“…I understand.” Yarman took the intelligence report and sighed deeply. “Where are our spies?”

"I don't know, the information was cut off halfway through! It should be..."

“I understand.” Yarman’s words were pale and powerless. He looked at Kaldo, who had just arrived at his side. “Go, gather all the servants in the tower. I have something to say.”

"Yes, my lord."

After glancing at the departing Kaldor, Yarman returned to his laboratory, opened a safe in a corner, looked at the various contracts inside, sighed, and casually slapped his hand.

"boom!"

Looking at the contracts that had been burned to ashes, he walked out of the laboratory and came to the living room on the bottom floor of the tower. Looking at the crowd of servants standing there, he walked to a cabinet and took out a large stack of contracts.

"These are your indentures." Yalman walked up to the crowd with the contracts in hand. Looking at the crowd with their fiery yet terrified eyes, he said calmly, "Now, I'm returning them to you."

"..."×n

Ignoring the shocked crowd, Yarman casually tossed the contracts of indenture into the air, and the snow-white papers floated precisely to the corresponding people. "Now, you are no longer my servants. You are free."

"..."×n

"The Queen's henchmen are about to settle scores with me, why aren't you running? What? Do you all want to be buried with me?"

"Boom~~~~~"

Watching the crowd file out, Yarman shook his head. "They're all useless people. They've served me for so many years. Let them live... although their chances of survival are slim!"

Chapter Twenty-Two: Let's Just Be Friends

Looking at the tower that was now completely deserted, Yarman sighed slightly. He had thought that he would be the one who went to Lungmen to earn extra money, only to be discovered and eventually expelled from Letania. But he never expected that it would be Harry who went mad and went to assassinate someone else, and he would be caught in the crossfire!

"Life is truly unpredictable!" Yarman sighed deeply. He never expected that leaving Letania would lead to this outcome, which left him with a profound sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi - mixed feelings of mixed emotions, often including regret, regret, and a sense of loss).

But now is not the time to lament the state of the world!

Yarman strode to the core of the tower, then gently activated the pre-prepared super-large door key. With the roar of the power station, the magic circle shone with golden magical light, and spatial rifts appeared around the tower. Sitting in the core of the tower, Yarman calmly waited to leave.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, the entire sorcery tower was swallowed up by a spatial rift and vanished into thin air, leaving only a barren flat ground as a testament to its former existence.

Ten minutes after the tower disappeared, a group of warlocks arrived at the tower's ruins. Looking at the empty ground before them, they were both shocked and puzzled. They had clearly confirmed that the tower was here, so how could it have suddenly vanished?

Does that sorcerer Yarman really have the power to take the entire tower away?

…………

"boom!"

"Dangdang!"

"Has it finally arrived?" Mostima emerged from a simple tent and looked at the enormous tower that had suddenly appeared on the ground. She said with some surprise, "Can something this big really teleport?"

The tower landed, ten minutes later.

"Sizzle~~~~"

Yarman slowly pushed open the tower's doors, looking at the desolate mobile city before him and Mostima standing not far away. He breathed a deep sigh of relief. Thankfully, the teleportation was successful this time, otherwise, something terrible would have happened.

Now all his servants have been dismissed. He has made quite a few stone servant statues, but they are all menial tasks. Moreover, they were sent out by him as soon as the tower was completed. Therefore, he has to do everything himself.

Seeing Mostima standing not far away with her arms crossed, looking at him with curiosity, Yarman turned to the side and gestured towards the tower living room behind him, "If you don't mind, come in and have a look."

“Of course, sir.” Mostima stepped into the tower and, looking at the magnificent decorations before her, couldn’t help but say, “With such splendid decorations in a place like this, aren’t you afraid they’ll be destroyed by the wind and sand?”

“These pieces of furniture are enchanted; they won’t break so easily.” Yarman followed behind her, drew his staff, and waved it around, turning on all the lights. He walked to the bar. “What would you like to drink?”

What do you have here that we can drink?

"Well... it's nothing really." Yarman looked at his meager liquor cabinet, somewhat embarrassed, and took out a bottle of Redberg beer. "How about this Leitania Redberg beer?"

“…That works too.” Mostima paused for a moment; it was the first time she had ever heard of serving beer to guests.

He opened the beer, filled two beer glasses, and walked over to Mostima, placing the beer down in front of him. “I have dismissed all my servants, so there is no one here now. Please forgive me for any inconvenience caused.”

"It's alright, it's alright." Mostima looked at the beer in front of her, then glanced around, a look of novel excitement flashing in her eyes. This was the first time she had been received by a tower sorcerer, and in such a special place at that.

Would you like some ice?

"If there is one, that would be the best."

“I don’t have ice, but witchcraft can achieve the same effect,” Yarman replied with a smile, drawing his staff from his robes and pointing it at their beer glasses. “Condensing water into ice!”

As the icy blue magic flashed, a layer of frost instantly formed on the outside of the beer glass, and several ice cubes appeared inside. The originally room-temperature beer instantly turned into a refreshing ice-cold beer.

"..."

"Please have some." Yarman picked up his beer glass and began to drink it in large gulps. Seeing this, Mostima across from him also carefully picked up his glass and began to drink.

After downing half a glass in one gulp, Yarman sat on the sofa and said to Mostima across from him, "Thank you for watching over this place for me for so long. Now, tell me, what do you want?"

“This…” Mostima fell silent.

Seeing the other person fall silent, Yarman thought for a moment and said, "I have a book here that records time magic. If you want it, I'll give it to you as payment."

"Time magic? That'll do."

“Alright.” Yarman nodded, raised his staff and waved it, and a book flew from the library into his hand. He placed the book on the table. “Then this book is your reward.”

Mostima picked up the book out of curiosity and flipped through it, looking at the various time magic spells, the various Letanian annotations filling the blank spaces, and the familiar yet unfamiliar sense of time distortion.

"How about this? This is also a manuscript by a tower sorcerer. The original owner of this body died in a witchcraft experiment."

"How did you die?"

"He attempted to become the administrator of the river of time, throwing his soul into it, only to be washed away," Yarman said casually. Dying in a witchcraft experiment was perfectly normal for a tower sorcerer; having chosen this path, one must accept the possibility of dying along the way.

"You're quite unremarkable, aren't you?"

"It was his own choice, and death was his own choice," Yarman said calmly. "If you're not even prepared for death, you'd better not study witchcraft."

"You talk as if you've ever died."

"Death? That depends on how you define it. My body stopped functioning fifteen times, and my soul shattered four times."

“…This manuscript, forget it.” Mostima put the manuscript away, looked around, walked to the wall, and took down a cross that was hanging on the wall. “I’ll take this, consider it making a friend.”

Looking at the cross, Yarman pondered for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, you can take it. Let's be friends."

Although the recyclable defensive magic contained in that cross was enough to withstand a major natural disaster, Yarman believed that befriending a time sorcerer was far more valuable.

Friendship is simply about you helping me a little more and me helping you a little more, and it's all about owing each other a little something.

“Then I shall take my leave, Mr. Yarman.” Mostima hung the cross around her neck, bowed slightly to him, and then left the magic tower.

After glancing at Mostima as she left, Yarman lightly waved his staff, cleaned the beer mug, and put it back in its place. He then turned and walked towards the laboratory. Next, he needed to create more stone statue servants to clean up the mobile city and get it running before returning to Lungmen.

"Alas! Life is truly unpredictable. How did I end up in this wasteland?"

Chapter Twenty-Three: Traveling Through the World of Grimm's Fairy Tales!

Three days later, in the wasteland, in the reception room of the sorcery tower.

Yarman: @Albus, the White Demon King who loves sugar the most in history, do you know anything about causal magic?

Dumbledore: Cause and effect? ​​Well... I can't think of anything right now. If you really need it, I can check the restricted section of the house library for you.

Veronica: Why are you suddenly asking about such an obscure spell?

Yarman: Well... actually, it's because I think I'm under a causal spell. I met an angel girl before, but now every time I plant a flag, I get proven wrong.

Lindal: That's bizarre?

Yarman: Yeah, I find it strange too. I said I would never ride in their car again, and then just one day later, I had to ride in their car again. I said I would never go to the wasteland to live and develop in my life, but less than a month later, I was sent to the wasteland.

Yarman: [Leytanian profanity] This is unbelievable!

Lin Yi: This might be your destiny.

Yarman: [Yan Kingdom profanity]! I, a dignified great wizard, have never believed in fate in this lifetime!

Scranton: Actually, sometimes you have to believe, and I believe now anyway.

Yarman: Do you look where you're going when you cross the street?

Scranton: Yes!

Yarman: Why are you looking at the road? Don't you believe in fate? If you believe in fate, why are you looking at the road? Just walk! If you're not hit and killed, it's just that your time hasn't come yet. If you are hit and killed, it's just that your life was meant to end!

Scranton: ...I'm speechless!

Yarman: Old Vi, do you know anything about causal magic?

Veronica: My place is full of causal spells, and everyone here is a master of causal spells. You could start a journey to meet an Outer God by relieving yourself on the side of the road.

Yarman: So what should I do now?

Lin Yi: I suggest we don't make promises lightly... Wait! There's a newcomer!

I'm not dead yet, I just have my eyes closed: Where...am I?

Lin Yi: Welcome newcomer. Please check the group manual and your name.

I'm just not dead yet, my eyes are closed: Oh, thank you, sir, my name is Aurora.

Yarman: Ailuo? That sounds so familiar!

Tesla: Aurora? Isn't that the name of Sleeping Beauty from the Grimm's Fairy Tales, who looks like she's dead?

Aurora: I am not dead. I am just cursed by a wizard and can only keep my eyes closed, Mr. Thunder King.

Lin Yi: You finished reading the group manual so quickly?

Ai Luo: Yes, Mr. Lin, the group manual doesn't contain much information.

Yarman: Do you need help right now? Perhaps I can help you wake up.

Lin Yi: ...Old Ya, they've only just arrived. You're being too eager and you'll scare them away.

Yarman: Get lost! I'm going to wake her up and then upload their world's magic book. This is like a pillow when you're sleepy—a Grimm's Fairy Tale! There must be tons of causal magic there!

Aurora: @CatHeadTowerWarlock, if you could come and help me lift the curse, I will grant you all your needs. The palace library will be fully open to you!

Dumbledore: I can also help. I'm very interested in spells that can freeze time in the entire city!

Ailuo: I welcome any friend who is willing to come and help.

Yarman: Albus, when are we leaving? Oh, and who else wants to come along? Let me know.

Veronica: I'll go too! Count me in!

Scranton: Count me in.

Dumbledore: Give me three days to hand over my duties and then I'll leave.

Yarman: Okay, when you leave, tag me in the group chat, and then we'll go together!

Seeing Dumbledore's message, Yarman closed the chat group, downed his beer in one gulp, and got up to walk deeper into the tower. He needed to prepare his gear for the upcoming trip. It was his first time going to someone else's world since joining the group, and he was a little unsure of himself.

That's a whole world! Who knows what's hidden inside? If you're not well-prepared, what's the difference between that and going to your death?

As for Lungmen, Yarman said it didn't matter. He had only signed an assistance contract with them, and they couldn't control where he wanted to go. As long as he was there when something happened in Lungmen, that was all that mattered.