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Just then, another commotion arose from the other side. Yarman looked up and saw a fallen angel with a black halo walking over. The two looked at each other and remained silent for a long time.

“Long time no see, Mostima,” Yarman said slowly.

Mostima remained silent for a long time before smiling and saying, "Yes, it's been a long time, Yarman!"

An elderly man stood beside Mostima, looked at her, and asked, "Do you know this gentleman?"

“Yes, I know him.” Mostima nodded and said with a smile, “This is the master of this mobile city, Lord Yarman Muller!”

Looking at the shocked yet enthusiastic crowd, Yarman scratched his head, held the wheat stalk in his hand, and slowly said, "Should I say, yes, I'm back? Hello everyone?"

"Greetings, Lord Muller!"

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Let's Call It Canaan

The balcony at the very top of the tower.

Sitting in a recliner, Yarman sipped his drink with a relaxed expression, and casually asked, "How long have I been gone?"

“About two months? I don’t know.” Mostima sat on the other side of the lounge chair, holding a wine glass, silently admiring the sunset over the desert. “You don’t have a clock or a map here. I don’t even know which time zone the mobile city is in.”

"Oh, that's alright. I'll just go back to Lungmen and buy a clock," Yarman said calmly.

After they finished speaking, there was another moment of silence between them.

Turning slightly to the side, Yarman looked at Mostima beside him. "There's one more thing. When did you bring them here? And why are there so many people?"

“Isn’t this good?” Mostima countered. “Actually, it started with a small group from the wasteland seeking refuge, who were then captured by the statues. When I went to see them, they said they could contribute to this mobile city. I thought it would be good for such a large mobile city to be a little angry, so I agreed.”

"Then, somehow the news got out that there was a new mobile city in the wasteland that allowed wastelanders and infected people to live there, and then the population grew."

"Are there really so many people in the wasteland?" Yarman asked, somewhat surprised.

Mostima sighed, then smiled and said, "The number of people living in the wasteland is far beyond your imagination. You have no idea how many people have come these past few days."

“I see.” Yarman nodded. “Then let them stay. I don’t mind. Oh, and one more thing. Here, take your Guardian Gun back.”

Looking at the Guardian Gun handed to her, Mostima shook her head. "You can take it and use it."

"Aren't you going to take it to the righteous?"

"..."×2

Feeling Mostima's death stare, Yarman smiled awkwardly and put the gun back in his pocket. "Alright, I'll keep it for you for now. If you want it back someday, just ask me. But to be honest, I've never actually used a mechanical staff before!"

“…Sigh.” Mostima looked at her simple-minded friend and sighed helplessly. She gestured towards the straw on the table, “What’s this thing?”

“It’s simple, it’s a climate problem.” Yarman said calmly, looking at the wheat stalks in front of him. “The climate in our area is simply not suitable for growing wheat. It’s good enough if anything grows at all, let alone a single grain.”

"I've seen it in other places too..."

“Those seeds they bought from professional seed companies have been genetically engineered, so of course they can be grown in the desert!” Yarman sighed and explained to her, “The ones they brought over are all wild varieties. The weather isn’t suitable to begin with, and with the poor genes, it’s no wonder they don’t survive!”

"What should I do?"

"What should we do? I'll go and readjust the genes of this thing and get a new batch of seeds!" Yarman shrugged and said calmly. "If all else fails, I'll go to a seed company."

“Oh, and one more thing, the freshwater problem.” Mostima said with concern as he lay on the recliner, “The water tanks in the mobile city don’t have much freshwater left, and we need a water source.”

“Well… that’s easy to handle. We’ll go to Siesta in a few days.” Yarman pondered for a moment, then turned to her and said, “They have a large freshwater lake there. We can sign a freshwater purchase agreement with them and have them deliver water to us regularly. That shouldn’t be a big problem.”

"Are there any other questions? Please tell me."

“There’s also the issue of rules for our mobile city,” Mostima said slowly. “Now that there are more people, there are more things to do. We need written rules and order; we can’t continue to rely on customary law. There’s also the problem of those messy law enforcement agencies, but that’s not urgent.”

“Yeah, with so few people, there’s no point in doing this.” Yarman slumped in his recliner, sipping his ice-cold beer and watching the sun slowly sink below the horizon.

“There’s one last problem – the energy problem.” Mostima tapped the armrest of the recliner lightly with his right hand. “The energy problem of the mobile city. With more people, our mobile city’s energy towers need to be activated, but we don’t have that many pure Originium stones, and the energy density of ordinary Originium stones is too low.”

“…Sigh, I suddenly regret letting them in.” Yarman scratched his head in annoyance and said helplessly, “Managing a mobile city is just too troublesome! There are too many things to consider.”

“There’s no way around it, and it’s foreseeable that the population of our mobile cities will continue to grow in the future.” Mostima sat in his chair and looked at him seriously. “However, there’s still a chance to back out.”

"Go back on my word? Absolutely not!" Yarman shook his head decisively. "I've never had the habit of giving in to problems!"

Sitting in the recliner, Yarman pondered for a long time. He slowly looked at Mostima and said, "Do you think we can reach an agreement with some of the surrounding countries? We'll help them take in people they don't want, and they'll provide us with aid to help us integrate into the modern trade system."

“This… is difficult!” Mostima thought for a moment and said seriously, “At most, I might be able to get Laterano to agree, but the chances are not high. Besides, are you sure you want your mobile city to become a gathering place for all kinds of murderers, economic criminals, and mercenaries?”

“This…makes sense.” Yarman thought for a long time and slowly nodded. He had seen too many scumbags in Letania. He knew what kind of trouble these people could cause when they huddled together. He didn’t want to spend every day fighting wits and courage with those monsters and demons in the future.

His mobile city isn't called Gotham, so there's no need to make it that way.

Speaking of which... what's his mobile city called?

Yarman suddenly froze, realizing he still hadn't decided on a name for his mobile city. He turned to Mostima, "What do you think we should call our mobile city?"

“This…” Mostima was also taken aback. She slowly turned to look at Yarman, “What do you think?”

"Now I'm asking you a question!"

"I know, that's why I'm asking you this question now!"

"Good heavens!" Yarman sighed. "That's why I asked you, precisely because I didn't know!"

When you found this mobile city, did you know its real name?

"do not know."

“Sigh!” Mostima sighed, then suddenly seemed to remember something. “Our mobile city is mainly inhabited by Wastelanders and Infected. When the first batch of Wastelanders were allowed to enter, they were overjoyed and called this their Promised Land, so…”

"So what?"

"How about calling it Canaan! The promised land that God gave to those who wandered in the wilderness."

“God? This is what I gave them. I am not a god.” Yarman said, leaning back in his chair. Before, he was just a wizard. Even now, after paying homage to the Great Mother Goddess, he is still just an Old One.

"In their eyes, you are their god."

Chapter Thirty-Nine: My First Meeting with Wei Yanwu

"I don't care, let's just call it Canaan," Yarman said nonchalantly, his gaze fixed on the border of the mobile city, where a massive number of wastelanders and infected were queuing to enter.

"There are way too many people!" Yarman exclaimed, turning to Mostima. "It's been a whole day, and I haven't seen the queue get any shorter."

“Although most Wastelanders call the Wasteland their home, they are still quite willing to move if there is a mobile city that is willing to accommodate them,” Mostima said with a smile, sitting in his chair. “Except for a small number of people who have completely devoted themselves to the Wasteland.”

"Sigh." Yarman shook his head. He slowly grasped the wheat stalk, and a flash of emerald green light appeared. The wheat stalk disappeared, and he found a handful of seeds in his hand. "Alright, this is the finished product."

Yarman placed the seeds in an empty box and put it on the table. "I'm going to Lungmen soon. Watch over this place for me for a while. I'll come back once things are settled in Lungmen."

"What exactly did you sign with Lungmen?"

“It was just a simple support agreement.” Yarman shrugged innocently and explained, “I was planning to go to Lungmen to earn some extra money to keep the Wizarding Tower running, but before I could even start, Harry got into trouble, so I came here, and you know what happened next.”

"Can't you cancel that agreement?" Mostima said somewhat discontentedly. As the city lord, he was always out running around, leaving her here to manage the city. Was that reasonable?

Yarman shook his head. "I have some new ideas now. After all, I have become the lord of Canaan, and I need to start thinking about the survival of Canaan. I hope to sign some trade agreements with Lungmen, although the chances are slim."

"Sigh, never mind, you can think about it yourself."

“Then I’ll be going now.” Yarman shook his head, took out the long-unused door key from his pocket, gently activated it, and disappeared into thin air, leaving Mostima alone sitting on the tower.

"Tsk! They just left the cup here, and now I have to clean it up!"

…………

In a room at the Longmen Grand Hotel.

"boom!"

Yarman's figure suddenly appeared in the center of the living room. Just as he was about to leave the hotel to go out and have fun, the door to the room suddenly opened from the outside.

"Sizzle~~~"

"Tell me, where did that Yarman guy go after all this time...?"

"..."×3

Looking at the two Exusiai standing at the door, staring blankly at him, Yarman smiled awkwardly, "Me? I just went to Letania, it shouldn't have been long."

“It hasn’t been long, it’s been several months!” Exusiai pointed excitedly at Yarman. It was because of this person’s sudden disappearance that their two commissions were canceled. Not only did they lose their paid leave, but their boss also withheld two months of work, leaving them to work hard outside all day long.

"It's only a few months, not a long time." Yarman shrugged, sitting casually on the sofa. "Besides, I only signed a support agreement, not a contract of servitude. What business is it of yours where I want to go? And Letania's situation was sudden; I couldn't help it!"

"..."×2

"Alright, don't be angry anymore. I'll treat you to something to eat." Yarman slowly stood up from the sofa, walked over to the two women, and patted them on the shoulder. "Come on, want some?"

"Eat! Even if I eat myself to death today, I'm going to eat you out of house and home!" Exusiai said viciously.

The three walked out of the hotel. Just as they stepped out, a police car pulled up in front of the hotel. A dragon and a ghost emerged from the car. Looking at the three people standing in front of him, Chen Huijie took out his police ID from his pocket. "Mr. Yarman, I am Chen Huijie, the police superintendent of Lungmen. Please come with me."

“Going to see Mr. Wei? Perfect timing, I also have something I'd like to discuss with him.” Yarman nodded amiably, took out a large stack of Lungmen Dollars from his pocket, and placed them in Exusiai's hand. “Looks like I can't accompany you to dinner. Here, this is for your meal; you two can find a place to eat yourselves.”

He then got into the police car and, with the two men watching him go, headed to the center of Lungmen.

Sitting in the car, Yarman admired the street scene outside the window. Longmen truly lived up to its reputation as one of the economic centers of Da Yan and the only gateway open to the outside world; it was indeed extremely prosperous.

“Actually, you don’t need to be so nervous.” Yarman said with a smile while looking at the scenery, “If I really had any ill intentions, the two of you wouldn’t have been able to stop me at all. Hey you, put down your shield. Your shield is a good thing, but it’s too cumbersome inside the vehicle.”

"...What is your relationship with Penguin Logistics?"

"It's nothing, we might have a cooperative relationship in the future. As for Exusiai and the others, they're like my little friends," Yarman said with a smile.

After that, the three of them did not exchange any further words.

Arriving at the Longmen Administration Building, Yarman followed Chen Huijie to Wei Yanwu's office. Upon entering the office, Yarman was shocked by what he saw.

It wasn't that Wei Yanwu was a reverted dragon, but rather that this old dragon was wearing far too many clothes, and the air conditioning in the office was set so low.

"Mr. Yarman, you've arrived!" Wei Yanwu seemed very welcoming. He invited Yarman to sit on the sofa and personally made him tea.

Looking at Wei Yanwu sitting opposite him, Yarman sized him up. He found that Wei Yanwu's outfit was a perfect blend of East and West: a Western-style leather jacket, a purple shirt, leather shoes, and gloves, paired with traditional Eastern clothing and a jade pendant, plus a Chinese-style pipe and something resembling a hada (ceremonial scarf).

"Mr. Wei truly lives up to his reputation as the city lord of Longmen!" Yarman nodded approvingly. After all, he was the city lord of the pass, and his blend of Chinese and Western attire was a testament to his inclusiveness.

But...aren't you hot wearing so many clothes?

"I heard Mr. Yarman recently returned to Letania." Wei Yanwu poured some tea into a teacup and placed it in front of him. "I wonder how he's been?"

“Not bad, I suppose.” Yarman thought for a moment; his current situation could be considered decent. “However, I have already been expelled from Letania.”

“Hmm.” Wei Yanwu nodded without surprise. He also had his own messenger in Letania, so he must know about such a big event. “Where is Mr. Yarman currently residing?”

“The wasteland,” Yarman replied directly. “On top of an abandoned mobile city next to Siesta.”

"I see." Wei Yanwu nodded, then said seriously, "Sir, the agreement between you and Longmen is still in effect. I hope you will not leave Longmen during this period..."

“That…that agreement, could we change it?” Yarman suddenly asked.

"How would you like it changed, sir?"

“I hope to exchange those rewards for supplies and send them to the mobile city where I live,” Yarman said somewhat awkwardly, spreading his hands helplessly. “Life in the wasteland is quite difficult.”

"……sure!"

"Thank you so much!"

Chapter 40: The new group member is a PhD!

"By the way, you just told me not to leave Lungmen during this time, what's going on?" Yarman asked Wei Yanwu. "Is there a problem on Ursus's side?"

“Ursus has been having problems all along,” Wei Yanwu said calmly. He picked up his teacup and took a sip. “We just sensed that something big might be going to happen in Ursus. We hope you won’t leave, sir. We will reward you for your time in Lungmen.”

"Well, alright then." Yarman nodded. He planned to leave one clone in Lungmen while he went off to play. As for why he wouldn't leave a clone in Canaan... well, he had Mostima, didn't he? Such a useful person should be used to the fullest!

Sitting down in the chair, Yarman asked again, "Is there anything else?"

"That's all." Wei Yanwu's tone remained calm as he sat on the sofa, sipping his tea. "The supplies you need, sir, will be delivered to your mobile city when the commission is completed."

"That's good." Yarman finished his tea in one gulp, put down the cup, and walked out of the office with a smile. He gently opened the door, then suddenly turned to Wei Yanwu and said, "Actually, Mr. Wei, you don't need to be so wary of me. In my eyes, your black-cloaked men are nothing more than puppets."

"If you really don't trust me, you can invite Miss Nian from the outer district. That might be more useful. As for your subordinates, your decision is tantamount to sending them to their deaths."

As he spoke, he turned to look at the corner of the wall. “I have no intention of getting into a conflict with you, but please stay away from me. There are too many of you, and I can’t remember everyone’s scent. I don’t want to cause casualties because of my stress response. In front of me, your so-called defense is no different from paper.”

After saying that, Yarman smiled at Wei Yanwu, who was sitting motionless on the sofa, and said, "I hope my words will not affect our cooperation, Mr. Wei."

“...Of course, Mr. Yarman.”

"Then I'll take my leave." Yarman nodded and left the office. Looking at Chen Huijie and Hoshiguma standing at the end of the corridor, he said with some surprise, "You haven't left yet?"

"..."×2

Seeing the two silent figures, Yarman shook his head, walked past them, and headed out of the building. He was going back to the hotel, leaving one clone inside before heading out for a stroll.

Just as he returned to his hotel and sat down, a series of notification sounds came from the chat group. He frowned and opened the chat group to see who was tagging him repeatedly.