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Talulah was momentarily speechless. It was the first time she had ever seen someone so determined to cover their retreat. She composed herself and regained her previous composure. "You are also infected. Why are you fighting against us..."

“He’s infected, I’m not,” Yarman interrupted Talulah, pointing to ACE beside him. He smiled and said, “I just came to help.”

"..."×n

"You, surrender now and join us, and I might spare your lives," Talulah said dryly. The Philin man opposite her was too good at joking around, which ruined her already impending proposal. Now all she could do was offer a dry plea for surrender.

It doesn't sound intimidating at all; it just sounds like something a complete idiot would say.

“Oh, no way.” Yarman shook his head, pointed to his watch with his right hand, “I promised my little friend that I would hold you off for twenty minutes. I can’t surrender… at least not now. Besides, I have my own businesses and can’t join you.”

“…Then you can all die!” Talulah finally couldn’t hold back anymore. She felt that ever since she came here, she had been fooled by that Felin man.

"Shh!"

A visible, intensely hot sword aura flew towards the two of them. ACE instinctively raised his heavy shield and came in front of Yarman, ready to take the hit for him.

"Alright, no need for all that trouble." Yarman calmly took out his staff, moved ACE aside, and tore open a spatial rift in the air, right in the path of the flying sword energy.

As she watched the sword energy disappear into the spatial rift, a look of surprise flashed in Talulah's eyes. She had seen people use spatial magic before, but this was the first time she had seen someone like Yarman.

"Alright, put down your shield, it's unnecessary." Yarman shook his head, patted the ACE next to him on the shoulder, and then sat back down in his chair. "Just treat it as coming to watch a show."

"..."×n

"Shh!"

Chapter 45: The Sheep Transformation Technique

"Forget it, why don't you try a different attack method? This spell is useless against me." Yarman said helplessly, looking at Talulah who was constantly firing sword energy at him from afar.

At such a distance, the launched magical sword energy posed no threat whatsoever. He didn't even need to use spatial magic to eliminate the sword energy; he only needed to use his mental energy to guide the sword energy flying towards him to other places. It was completely devoid of any technical skill.

Seeing the sword energy completely ineffective against Yarman, Talulah's anger intensified. The surrounding temperature rose again, and the Reunion Movement members behind her finally began to retreat; they couldn't withstand such high temperatures either.

Ignoring the people behind her, Talulah, carrying her longsword, walked towards where Yarman and the other person were. The longsword was covered with terrifying fire magic, and the spell circuits on it shone with a dazzling red light.

As Talulah approached, a smile of excitement flashed across Yarman's lips. "This is getting interesting. Spells may not work, but swords are still a threat to living beings. The longsword in your hand is interesting; it seems to be a very powerful magical artifact."

"By the way, may I ask your name?" Yarman looked at Talulah who had walked up to him and asked with a smile, "Should I call you Talulah, or Koschche?"

"I am Talulah!"

“I know your physical name is Talulah, but your soul name is Koschche!” Yarman looked at Draco in front of him and asked curiously, “Won’t switching bodies like this affect your mind? If I’m not mistaken, you were originally a man.”

"...So what?"

"I just wanted to ask you, what does it feel like to become a girl?" Yarman asked curiously, looking at the other person. He explained, "My former sugar daddy wanted my teacher to develop a potion that could turn him into a woman, saying he wanted to taste the flavor of a man."

Do you have the same...needs as him?

“…Die!” Talulah seemed to be enraged. She raised her longsword and slashed fiercely at Yarman. Ace raised his shield to help, but was stopped by Yarman.

“No need, you can just watch from the side!” Yarman casually pushed ACE forward, his staff gleaming with dazzling magical light, and in an instant, he appeared behind Talulah.

He raised his staff and cast a spell on Talulah, who hadn't yet turned around, saying, "Polymorph!"

"Shh!"

"Meow~~~~~~~!"

"..."×3

Looking at the longsword in her hand that instantly turned into a fiery red sheep, Talulah remained silent for a long time. She casually threw the sheep she was holding on the ground and looked at Yarman, "Who exactly are you? Your magic is so strange. In more than a thousand years, I have never seen anyone like you."

Seeing the sheep running around, Yarman casually used a mage's hand to grab it, hugged it and rubbed it for a while. "It's okay if you don't know me. It's good that you know me now. As for why you haven't seen me before, it's because I'm only twenty-eight years old this year. It's normal that you haven't seen me before."

"Meow~~~Meow~~~~"

Looking at the sheep in his arms, Yarman handed it to ACE, who seemed to have lost all sense of reason, and said, "Take care of this little guy for me for half an hour. It will turn back in half an hour."

“…Oh!” ACE quickly caught the sheep that was thrown in front of him and began to look after the restless sheep.

Looking at Talulah across from him, Yarman asked leisurely, "So you still want to continue fighting? I personally don't particularly enjoy fighting with others. Perhaps we can resolve this peacefully. After all, Rhodes Island's departure isn't a big deal, so why do you insist on holding onto them?"

“…I won’t stop them from leaving, but you’ll have to pay a fair price.” Talulah was silent for a while, then looked up at Yarman and said.

“Well… I can turn your longsword back into your original form.” Yarman put away his staff, looked at Talulah with a smile, and said, “How about this price?”

"...Are you insulting us?"

"You don't really think you have the right to negotiate, do you?" Yarman's smile slowly disappeared, and he said coldly, "Black Snake, don't think that I can't handle your little tricks. I just don't want to waste time. If you say another word, I'll pull you out of her body!"

"Although I don't know what you're really thinking, whether you want Yan Kingdom to go to war with Ursus, or to lead Ursus down the wrong path of militarism, I don't care. If you really anger me, I'm absolutely confident that I can ruin your plans."

Looking at the indifferent yet confident Yarman across from him, Talulah began to think. He was weighing the pros and cons. It was clearly not worth provoking a formidable enemy of unknown strength just for the sake of a moment's anger.

Therefore, he decided to back down first and settle accounts with Yarman later. He wasn't being cowardly; he was just considering the bigger picture and decided to endure it for the time being.

“Alright, then you may leave. My generals and I will not stop you,” Talulan said calmly, pointing to the sheep frolicking in the distance. “Now, can you turn back?”

"Shh!"

A flash of magic light appeared, and the frolicking sheep instantly transformed back into a longsword, falling to the ground. Yarman calmly pointed at the longsword, "Alright, it's back to normal. Let's go."

Talulah stepped forward, picked up the longsword, and walked towards the Reunion Movement without looking back. This was a major failure, and she had to go back and redo her ideological work with the Reunion Movement, since her previous persona included the idea that she was extremely powerful.

A powerful rebel leader cannot fail. If he fails, his image collapses. Once his image collapses, the morale of the team will scatter. Once the morale is low, the team becomes difficult to lead, other ideas will emerge, and chaos will ensue.

He was now somewhat annoyed with himself for getting involved in unnecessary trouble. He shouldn't have provoked these forces that he shouldn't have. Look, now he's kicked a hornet's nest. The plan that was supposed to make the Reunion Movement even more enthusiastic has gone awry, and he now has to face the backlash of the plan's failure.

This matter must be handled properly, otherwise the Reunion Movement may split!

Talulah walked back to the Reunion organization with his longsword in hand, thinking to himself. He could feel the emotions in the eyes of many new members, which made him even more anxious. He had to find a way to deal with these unnecessary emotions and thoughts!

Walking down the street, Yarman suddenly said, "I suddenly have an idea. I want to create a clone of myself to go into the Reunion Movement and split it up!"

"Huh? Why..."

"Because my mobile city needs people to help build it, and the Reunion Movement has so many talented people, I want to take some of them."

"Does your mobile city allow infected individuals to enter?"

“My mobile city is now full of wasteland wanderers and infected,” Yarman said with a smile, patting ACE on the shoulder. “You’re quite good, a talented person. How about coming to develop your career in my mobile city?”

"This... I'll definitely do it next time, I'll definitely do it next time!"

Chapter 46: Mostima: I'm done playing, I'm leaving!

Talking with ACE along the way, Yarman and ACE arrived at the edge of Chernobog. Looking at the Rhodes Island group that had just left Chernobog in the distance, Yarman patted ACE on the shoulder, "Alright, I should go too. You can go by yourself. By the way, tell the Doctor that my name is Yarman Muller."

After saying that, Yarman disappeared from the spot, leaving ACE alone standing at the edge of Chernobog, at a loss.

After leaving, Yarman arrived at the location of his clone. Looking at his clone, Yarman gently stepped forward, and the clone immediately transformed into a thick, long tentacle, merging into Yarman's body.

"Phew~~~~ I see." Yarman nodded. Scout and the others had already been taken out. The remaining time was spent confronting the group of Sarkaz mercenaries, or rather, a one-sided confrontation, because the clone didn't care about them at all and just sat there, while those people held weapons and were ready to fight at any time.

With that, my mission is complete! Next up is the integration movement, which involves bringing its talent to my mobile city.

Suddenly, Yarman paused, a slight smile appearing on his lips. He looked up at the corner not far away and said, "You've been watching for so long, aren't you going to come out and give your opinion?"

W, who was eavesdropping in the corner, trembled instantly upon hearing his words. She immediately grabbed her gun and tried to run away, but at that moment, Yarman firmly gripped the back of her neck!

He lifted W, who was trying to escape, up and looked at the desperate W with a mocking expression, saying, "Who gave you the illusion that your short legs could run away?"

"you……"

"Crack!"

Yarman took out the bomb she had hidden in her bosom and crushed it into pieces in front of her. Seeing her helpless look, he laughed happily, "Keep struggling, I love seeing you struggle like this, so clueless."

Seeing that W was still, Yarman casually threw her to the ground. "What a nuisance. You saw something you shouldn't have seen. What should I do now? Killing you directly isn't a good idea, but keeping you around is a potential threat. Tell me, what should I do?"

"...What do you want?"

"I'm asking you what you want."

"……I……"

“I suddenly have an idea!” Yarman squatted down in front of her and looked at her slowly, saying, “Perfect timing. I have something I need your help with, but I’m worried that you won’t keep your promise. After all, the Sarkaz mercenaries are notorious for their duplicity, and I’m not comfortable with that.”

“So, I’ve decided to place a spell on your body.” Yarman said, gently extending his finger and touching W’s forehead. “If you fail to keep your promise or tell anyone about this, the spell will activate automatically, like this.”

"...Ah~~~~~~~~~!"

Seeing W lying on the ground, clutching his head and groaning in pain, tears and snot streaming down his face, Yarman stopped his sorcery. He smiled and helped W up. "Now, do you understand?"

"Huff...huff..." W sat on the ground, panting. She wiped away her tears. Just now, she felt like her head was about to explode. The pain was unbearable, and she almost broke down. "What exactly do you want?"

“I need you to help me send as many Reunion Movement personnel as possible to one place.” Yarman took out a map from his pocket and gently placed it in her hand. “It’s this red dot. It’s a mobile city called Canaan. I need you to send them there.”

"Don't worry, I'll pay you for bringing the person over. So, are you going to take this job?"

"Do I have the option not to accept orders?"

"Yes, some people were tortured to death by witchcraft. What do you think of that?"

"I took it."

"Very clever!" Yalman nodded in satisfaction. He pulled W up from the ground, gently patted the dust off her, and said with a smile, "Keep up the good work, and I'll give you a good reward!"

"Hehe~ I hope so."

"you do not believe me?"

"Of course I believe you, boss!" W said with a professional smile, looking at Yarman. "I absolutely believe you, boss, and I will definitely complete the task you have assigned me!"

"That's great!" Yarman nodded in satisfaction. He gently patted W's head and smiled at her, "This spell is directly connected to me. If you haven't sent even one person in three months, I will activate the spell and kill you."

"..."

"You haven't shown your value, so I have no choice but to dispose of you like trash, understand?"

"Yes, boss, I will definitely complete your task!"

"That's good, that's good!" Yarman nodded in satisfaction and turned to leave. Just as W breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly turned back and said, "There's one more thing. I will create a clone to hide in the Reunion Movement and be responsible for guiding the Reunion Movement's split and sending people to you."

"You don't need to look for who my clone is; you won't find it."

"...Yes, boss."

Hearing W's words of outward resentment but inward dissatisfaction, Yarman didn't pay much attention to them. His clone also possessed his shapeshifting ability, and once he infiltrated the Reunion Movement, no one would be able to find him.

After leaving W's mercenary camp, Yarman arrived at the edge of the Reunion camp. A tentacle quietly emerged from behind him, then landed on the ground and transformed into a standard Reunion soldier.

"Go ahead."

"Yes."

After watching his clone enter the Reunion Movement, Yarman turned and left Chernobog. He was going back to Canaan to talk to Mostima about sending W there.

…………

Canaan, inside the tower.

"So you came back this time just to tell me that you've brought another group of people to Canaan?" Mostima looked at Philin standing in front of him and sighed, "That's all... sigh!"

Seeing how exhausted Mostima was, Yarman felt a little embarrassed. Suddenly, a bunch of tentacles surged out from behind him. To Mostima's astonishment, one of the tentacles fell off automatically and transformed into a clone.

“This is my clone.” Yarman pointed to himself beside him and said with a smile, “When I’m not around, he will help you with your work.”

“…So you have a clone!” Mostima’s first reaction wasn’t surprise, but anger. She slowly stood up and walked to Yarman. “So you have a clone!”

"What... is wrong?"

"Then why didn't you separate one out sooner? Why did you have to wait until now!"

"Well, let me explain..."

"I'm done playing, I'm leaving! Do it yourself." Mostima turned around abruptly, walked to the table, picked up her two staffs, and prepared to leave.

"Hey! Don't go! I was wrong, I was wrong! Let it go this time, okay?" Yarman quickly came in front of Mostima and stopped her from leaving.

"Don't block my way!"

"No, no, no! Oh, I was just kidding. So, what do you want to do? How about I create a few more clones for you to use?"

"No, I want your real body to stay and help!"

"This one……"

"Then I'm leaving!"

"No! Fine, I'll stay. I'll have my clone handle things at Lungmen, okay?"

"……OK then."

Chapter 47: What to do about the water problem?