A chat group for a certain tower warlock

Chapter 3: As long as you don't go crazy from studying, study like crazy.

After teasing the group admin, Yarman closed the chat group and began organizing the vast and complex knowledge in his mind. This time, he had gained a great deal, acquiring magical knowledge from three worlds at once. If only he could make all of this his own...

He felt that he probably had a chance to break through to the level of the Witch King.

"Never mind all that, let's get that potion out first." Yarman glanced at the lab bench filled with bottles and jars in front of him, then turned and walked towards the library inside the tower.

Fortunately, his latest acquisition included a complete collection of tribal alchemy products and a complete Albus-style potion-making manual. If he could combine these three materials with the potion-making books left by his teacher, he could become a master potion maker.

Sitting in his chair, Yarman opened an old book and began to read it carefully. He decided to spend three weeks digesting this new knowledge before starting work.

"Hopefully, three weeks will be enough..."

…………

Three weeks later.

"Sizzle~~~"

The library doors, which had been sealed for three weeks, were pushed open from the inside with a jarring sound. The servant who had been waiting outside immediately bowed and said, "Master, you've come out?"

"Ok!"

Yarman gave a calm reply. In three weeks, he had already mastered all the knowledge he had gained. Of course, this was not just his own achievement, or rather, it was 99% not his achievement, but the magic in the Necronomicon.

In the first week, he studied frantically for a week, but only learned less than 10%. Frustrated, he began to look through the Necronomicon and the Book of Ebony, and then he made new discoveries.

In the Necronomicon, there is a strange spell used by the great wizard Abdullah al-Hasad for highly efficient learning. Using that spell can increase learning efficiency to an incredible level, but the downside is that one can easily get completely lost in the sea of ​​knowledge.

Upon discovering this magic, he immediately began using it, and the effects were obvious, but the side effects were also obvious. He used the magic to assist his studies for fourteen hours every day, and for the next ten hours, he would sit in a chair and go crazy for four hours, and fall into a coma for the remaining six hours.

After studying like this for three weeks, he finally mastered all the knowledge, but at the cost of temporary loss of emotion, intermittent headaches, and weakened perception.

“Go…go and tidy up the library,” Yalman said wearily to the servants beside him. He was actually hesitant. In the past three weeks, he had written down and added the knowledge in his mind, and now his library could be considered a forbidden area.

He feared that once his servants went in, they would all turn into strange things.

"Yes, master." The servant didn't think much of it and simply responded obediently.

"Oh, and remember, never stare at a book for more than a minute, and never take it down to flip through it, understand?" Yarman turned to the servant and instructed him.

The servant bowed even lower and said respectfully, "Yes, master!"

"Go."

"Yes Master."

He walked slowly back to the laboratory, picked up the bottles and jars one by one with practiced ease, and began to prepare the potion. He had already prepared a plan for the berserk potion that would kill the user.

Looking at the dark blue potion in front of him, Yarman was troubled. "The potion is ready, but the side effect is that it only makes people weak. This won't do. I need to add something else to it."

As he spoke, he picked up a small bottle from the side. Inside was a magical poison. Normal people would be fine after drinking it, but if you were weakened, it would kill you instantly.

Seeing the potion turn purple after the poison was added, Yarman nodded in satisfaction and then wrote the formula on a piece of paper. "Theoretically speaking, it should work. Let's leave it at that."

After finishing the medicine, Yarman had some free time. He decided to take a good rest for the next few days. These three weeks had been too torturous, and he needed to rest and relax his tense mind.

Back in his dorm room, lying on his bed, he had just closed his eyes when he couldn't help but open the chat group.

Yarman: Hi everyone, I'm back!

Veronica: Welcome back. What took you more than a year?

Yarman: ?

Yarman: I only did it for three weeks!

Lin Yi: The flow of time is just different in different worlds, there's nothing strange about it.

Yarman: I just absorbed some of the knowledge I gained in exchange, did a few things along the way, and that's about it. However, the knowledge that everyone uploaded has indeed been very helpful to me.

Dumbledore: @CatHeadTowerWarlock, the spells you uploaded have also given me a lot of inspiration, especially that magical Pure Originium, which is truly amazing.

Tesla: Indeed, Originium is really useful. It contains terrifying energy. Through this, I have finally achieved initial energy freedom.

Tesla: @CatHeadTowerWarrior, I would like to purchase pure Originium from you in bulk. What do you think?

Yarman: I can buy them, but I can't mass-produce pure Originium right now.

Tesla: No problem, I'll take as many as you have. I can exchange resources.

Scranton: Pure Originium has great research value. If possible, I would like to purchase some. I will provide you with a list of materials that I can afford, and the transaction will be based on the value of the trading points.

Veronica: Me too, I need this to please my Lord.

Lin Yi: Forget about this, I can't absorb this stuff.

Seeing the group members coming to buy Pure Origin Stones, Yarman was both happy and troubled. According to the current situation, he would not lack trading points and resources in the future, but he had no way to produce Pure Origin Stones!

It seems it's time to talk to Harry!

Yarman thought of his partner again. This nobleman could definitely get a complete production line of pure Originium, including personnel and machinery. But how could he get him to help him get it?

This thing is, after all, a strategic resource, a prohibited item that cannot be traded. Only with enough profit would someone risk so much to get one for him.

It seems I need to research something more appealing next. I'll find the right moment to release some information to entice him, let his greed cloud his judgment, and then…

While thinking, Yarman replied: I've figured out how to mass-produce pure Originium. Give me some time.

Seeing the rows of "good" and "keep it up" displayed below, Yarman shook his head, closed the pop-up window, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep on the soft bed.

Chapter Four: A Few Things About the Imperial Nobles

"Ha~~~"

Slowly getting out of bed, Yarman glanced at the grandfather clock not far away. "Hmm... three in the morning? Oh well, I'll go back to sleep." As he spoke, he prepared to lie back down, when a soft knock came from outside the door.

"Master? Master?"

"Yes! I'm here." Yarman frowned as he got out of bed, took a deep breath, and said, "Come in."

A man named Li Boli, dressed in a simple gray-white robe, walked in from outside the door. Looking at Yarman, who was sitting on the bed with a bad complexion, he quickly said, "A distinguished guest has come and hopes to have a talk with you."

"Distinguished guest? What distinguished guest?"

"It was Earl Renloe. He only said that he found the Elector and then the Elector recommended him," the servant said respectfully, bowing his head.

“The Elector Marquis recommended them… I understand.” Yarman let out a deep breath, then got out of bed. “Please ask them to sit in the reception room. I’ll wash up and come over in a bit.”

"Yes, sir," the servant replied respectfully, then turned and left the room.

"Ha~~~ Get up, time to greet the guests!"

Yarman got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. He wanted to tidy himself up. Most nobles were like needles and thread, only recognizing clothes and not people. Or rather, most people were like that, obsessed with appearances, only caring about whether someone looked good or not. Otherwise, there wouldn't be such a derogatory term as judging people by their looks.

Although he didn't know who this distinguished guest was, since Harry had recommended him, it must be no simple task. He would naturally treat him well, and perhaps he would have another customer in the future.

Spitting mouthwash into the sink, Yarman put on his sorcerer's robe, then drew his staff and cast a cleansing spell on himself.

Looking at the perfectly pressed robe, which looked as if it had been ironed, Yarman nodded in satisfaction. He put away his staff and walked towards the door. These nobles had practically no patience; he couldn't keep them waiting too long.

Followed by his servants, he arrived at the reception room. Just as he was about to begin his usual pleasantries, he was stunned by the person in front of him.

Can anyone tell me who this child, who is clearly not yet an adult, is?

Before Yarman could react, the young man looked at him with a smile and said, "Mr. Yarman, my name is Reinhold. Thank you for agreeing to see me. I am truly sorry for coming so late at night without prior notice." With that, he stood up and bowed to Yarman.

Yarman was shocked to see the young man bowing to him. He had never seen a nobleman bow to a non-nobleman before, not even if the person in front of them was a tower sorcerer or someone else.

Seeing the young man slowly straighten up, Yalman immediately realized what was happening and bowed to him, saying, "Your Excellency Earl Reinhold, welcome."

After exchanging pleasantries, the two sat down to begin their conversation.

Yarman looked at the boy opposite him and asked, "Is there anything I can do to help you, Count?"

Upon hearing his words, the young man hesitated and glanced at a female attendant dressed in white beside him. After she nodded, he said hesitantly, "I can tell you about this, but I hope you will not reveal it to anyone."

"It's also our responsibility to safeguard our clients' secrets," Yarman replied calmly. This was no empty statement; after all, they were also providing services to people, belonging to the service industry and subject to its various standards.

Moreover, and most importantly, their clients are mostly nobles, and the nobles who come to them are usually doing something shady. By keeping the secrets of the nobles, they are also protecting their own reputations; otherwise, if it were exposed, their reputations would be ruined.

To create various special potions, research and develop various weapons of war, manufacture various strange magical artifacts, invent various war spells applicable to ordinary sorcerers, and handle strange events...

There wasn't a single thing that could be openly and honestly discussed.

Seeing Yarman's casual words, a look of displeasure flashed across Reinlow's face. Then he said seriously, "Mr. Yarman, I hope you know that I don't want this matter to be leaked."

"I can also guarantee that if I'm still alive, this matter definitely won't get out of my hands!" Yarman replied just as seriously. After all, he was a great wizard now, and how many people could force him to reveal a secret?

Now, Rennloer's emphasis on his own affairs has only made Yarman less interested in the matter. He no longer cares what this unique nobleman is up to.

The last person to say that was a lewd pervert who wanted the teacher to make an anesthetic to drug the beautiful girls from other families. The one before that was a brainless idiot who wanted the teacher to make a miracle drug that would make her pregnant. The one before that was a despicable fool who wanted the teacher to make an invisibility drug that would make her invisible...

Why are these nobles always so suspicious that someone will spill their dirty laundry? Who would be interested in this stuff? Sigh, I hope this guy isn't one of those oddballs.

“Alright!” Rennloer exchanged another glance with the servant beside him, then stood up and walked to Yarman, beckoning him to come closer.

Yarman did as he was told, putting his ear to his mouth and then whispering, "I am an infected person."

"Oh."

"Didn't you hear me? I am an infected person." (Normal volume)

"Ah."

"Please listen again! I am an infected person!" (Very loud volume)

"Ok!"

"Are you even listening? I'm infected!" (voice cracks)

"I'm listening, Count. And please don't speak so loudly into my ear, it'll break." Yarman said calmly, his eyes tightly closed and his right hand covering his ear, while cursing under his breath.

"That idiot, he's just an infected person. What's so special about that? There are plenty of people among the nobles who are much more ruthless than this. Take Harry, for example. He even had his teacher develop a potion that could temporarily turn him into a girl."

He said he hoped to experience the unique sensations that only women could feel while maintaining his male body; of course, what he most wanted to experience was the feeling of being... you know.

He still remembers what Mr. Harry said back then: "I've had my fill of women, now I want to try the taste of men!"

These simple eighteen words charred Yarmanre, a newly initiated apprentice tower sorcerer under his teacher's guidance. He knew that the nobles of the empire could do some ruthless things that ordinary people couldn't.

But he never expected that the nobles of the empire would be so cunning!

Chapter 5: Stop Discriminating Against Tower Warlocks

Reinlow was very dissatisfied. He had told the wizard in front of him what he considered his biggest secret, but the wizard didn't react at all, not even changing his expression. It was as if he was talking to him about what to eat for supper and what dessert to have.

Seeing the displeased look on Reinloe's face, Yarman also looked displeased.

He was equally dissatisfied with the young man in front of him. It was just Oripathy, why make it so mysterious? What was so strange about it? There were plenty of people with Oripathy on this land.

But thinking about the money this man could bring him, Yarman forcibly suppressed his dissatisfaction and said to him calmly, "Count, I hope you understand one thing: Oripathy is not uncommon. As far as I know, there are at least ten nobles in Letania who suffer from Oripathy."

"You came all this way to find me, probably hoping I can help you treat your Oripathy. But I regret to inform you that I can only alleviate your symptoms, not cure it."

“I know that.” Rennlow nodded, then looked at him and asked, “How far can you go?”

"That depends on the extent of your condition," Yarman replied calmly. This was actually his first time treating someone with Oripathy; he had previously treated animals for experiments.

"..."

Seeing the silent Reinloe, Yarman gestured to the servant beside him to refill their cups of coffee. He picked up the coffee and asked, "If you are not willing to trust me, I can recommend other professional Oripathy treatment facilities for you."

"His Oripathy has progressed to the point where crystals are appearing on his skin."

A voice came from the side. Yarman turned his head and saw the female attendant in white standing with her arms crossed, calmly saying, "May I ask if you can treat him?"

"Have Originium crystals appeared on the skin?" Yarman frowned slightly. He didn't have a deep understanding of Oripathy, but in this case, unless the lesions were on the skin, it was basically a moderate to severe case, or even a severe case.

When the disease reaches this stage, the Originium has penetrated into every corner of the body, and it is basically incurable by medicine. If you want to live longer, you must use equipment, such as Columbia's crystal melting device, to melt away the Originium crystals in the body and reduce the Originium content in the body.

Without the equipment, he really wouldn't be able to... no, he had an idea!

He looked up at the two people opposite him and said slowly, "Your condition has reached such a point that it is basically incurable by medicine. However, there are two ways to prolong your life."

"Please speak."

"First, find a reliable medical institution and get the equipment. As long as you're willing to spend the money, you can live for at least another thirty years."

"What about the second one?"

"There is a sorcery called 'self-eating,' created by a madman in his pursuit of perfection. It involves eating the imperfect parts of one's own body, converting them into energy, and then reshaping one's body. All you need to do is eat the Originium crystals in your body and convert them into normal tissue."

After hearing the two options, Reinhold was silent for a moment. He looked at Yarman and asked, "If I choose witchcraft, how long can I live?"

“If you have truly mastered that witchcraft, then congratulations, you will now have complete control over your condition,” Yarman said, looking at him with a smile.

"Does that witchcraft have any side effects?" the maid asked again.