A chat group for a certain tower warlock

Yarman shrugged and said casually, "Of course there are. Excessive use can cause mental problems for the user. The madman who created this witchcraft died by eating his own body. He devoured his entire body, and the energy that was no longer supported by his body disappeared into the world, and he died."

Looking at the still indifferent Yarman opposite him, Reinlow said angrily, "Why did you recommend this spell to me to learn if it has such serious side effects?"

Looking at the female attendant opposite him who had drawn her long sword, Yarman remained calm. He pointed at Reinloe and said, "Please look at your body. The Originium has already surfaced on your skin. If you do not take any action, your life will end within ten years. But learning that sorcery can at least extend your life by seventy years."

"Seventy years?!"

"A short lifespan is also an imperfect existence. That madman lived for almost six hundred years! If he hadn't been so concerned about his appearance, he could have lived for another three thousand years without any problem."

"..."×2

"Then, the choice is yours, Earl. If you choose a medical institution, I can help you contact some reliable ones. If you choose witchcraft, please stay here for a day. After I teach you this witchcraft, you can leave this place."

After saying that, Yarman leaned back on the sofa and silently drank his coffee. After all, the choice was on the other side. He had completed his consultation task, and now it was up to the other side.

After glancing at Yarman, who was leisurely sipping coffee on the sofa, Reinlow hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "Mr. Yarman, what if I want to do both methods at the same time?"

"That's fine. Have you prepared a change of clothes and double the payment?" Yarman asked calmly.

"Of course, what do you need?"

“I need you to provide me with a complete set of pure Originium production machinery,” Yarman said calmly, “including personnel.”

"..."×2

Watching the two people opposite him start discussing again, Yarman sat on the sofa, a little bored, waiting. He had already begun to think about how to teach that nobleman witchcraft.

Within their circle of tower sorcerers, they generally do not teach others witchcraft. After all, these people have no foundation and know nothing, making it very troublesome to teach them. Secondly, these people are too arrogant; once they learn a little witchcraft, they start to use it recklessly and go out to show off.

Using witchcraft comes at a price; reckless use will only harm oneself and others. But these people clearly did not understand this principle, and in the end, they lost their lives and ruined the reputation of the Tower Warlocks.

After all, you taught the person, and in the end, they killed themselves by playing with magic. You should bear some responsibility. It sounds strange, but that's how most Letanians think.

In addition, the High Tower Warlocks were originally tech-savvy, rarely venturing out, and shrouded in mystery, and then there was the Witch King... Now the High Tower Warlocks' reputation is truly...

We are just employees in the service industry. We also wear full black suits, black leather shoes, white shirts and black ties, and we also use hair gel to style our hair. Why demonize us?

Sitting on the sofa, Yarman held his coffee cup, looked up slightly at the ceiling, and sighed helplessly. They were also highly educated intellectuals who served the country and the people, so why did they not receive respect?

They weren't the ones doing those chores; the nobles made them do them. He was just following his employer's orders to complete the tasks, after all, he needed to eat!

Besides, they've done a lot of good things: high-yield rice cultivation in their native regions, new building materials, new technologies for the harmless disposal of Originium, super weapons for the military, research and mass production of new drugs, and the compilation of Originium Arts textbooks...

Which industry doesn't have a few scoundrels who do all sorts of bad things?

Please stop discriminating against Tower Warlocks.

Chapter Six: Clearly a Patient Support Group

“Mr. Yarman, I would like to ask, besides learning witchcraft and contacting medical institutions, what other methods are there for treatment?” Renloer asked him.

Yarman remained silent for a long time, then took out a piece of paper from his pocket, which was covered with writing. He placed the paper on the table and pushed it in front of Reinloe. "This is a potion formula that I developed to suppress the spread of Oripathy. If you don't mind, you can take it and use it."

"..."×2

Looking at the silent person opposite him, Yarman knew they definitely didn't trust him. He could only sigh and put the formula back in his pocket. It seemed that this business deal was off. "Then would you like me to recommend a medical institution?"

Do you have any good medical institutions you would recommend?

"If it's Oripathy, I personally suggest you go to Rhodes Island."

Rhodes Island?

"Yes, this is an institution that specializes in the study of mineral defects, and it has countless talented individuals."

“…It’s a pleasure to have this conversation with you.” Reinloer stood up from the sofa and shook hands with Yarman, who also stood up. A maid placed a box on the table, and Yarman tactfully avoided mentioning the Pure Originium production line.

Both sides knew where the price of this transaction went; Yarman provided them with a clue, and naturally, they needed to pay the corresponding amount of money for that clue.

Watching Reinloe leave, Yarman opened the box on the table and sighed as he looked at the box filled with pure Originium. Originium was good, but it was a pity that the deal fell through.

After handing the box to the servant who was already waiting, Yarman walked towards his bedroom. Now that there was nothing else to do, he was going back to sleep.

…………

The next day.

Slowly getting out of bed, Yarman quickly washed up and left the room. He sat at the dining table, eating breakfast while asking his servants if any guests had arrived.

"No, master, at least so far, there hasn't been a single guest," the servant said respectfully.

To this, Yarman could only shrug helplessly. He ate his bread and said, "There's nothing I can do about it. I can't force people to be my guests."

As he spoke, Yarman opened the chat group.

Yarman: Everyone's here?

Tesla: @CatHeadTowerWarlock, do you have any Pure Originium?

Yarman: Yes, I've already put them on the shelves, fifty in total.

Veronica: Is that all?

Yarman: There's nothing we can do. This deal fell through. We didn't get the equipment; they only gave us fifty Originium.

Dumbledore: That's a shame.

Lin Yi: Isn't there any cultivation techniques that require immortality? They're very cheap.

Scranton: I did buy a copy of your cultivation technique, but I found that in my world, what I cultivate isn't the true qi you mentioned, but something else entirely.

Lin Yi: What's the problem?

Scranton: After I started training, I discovered that I had become a reality warper.

Yarman: ...

Scranton: Now I'm under investigation by the foundation, and they seem to want to execute me.

Lindal: I sympathize with you, but there's nothing I can do about it. Perhaps you could hand over your martial arts techniques, and maybe your organization will let you off the hook?

Yarman: I remember there's a spell in the Necronomicon that can resurrect the dead. You could buy a copy and try it out. Maybe you can be resurrected with this after you've been executed?

Veronica: I understand. I'll upload a portable version in a bit. It's a temporary tattoo type. You just need to stick the magic scroll on your body and imprint the magic circle on your skin to be resurrected.

Scranton: ...I don't want to be imprisoned for life.

Yarman: Well, there's not much we can do about it then. We can only hope that your organization can be more rational.

Dumbledore: I also encountered the phenomenon of knowledge transformation. While studying Mr. Yarman's Complete Collection of Tower Spells, I discovered that I could cast spells without Originium.

Yarman: Almost all the spells I've learned require Originium to cast.

Lin Yi: That's probably why the world rules are different.

Veronica: Who knows? Anyway, all those dark magic spells you guys uploaded, after I bought them, turned into terrifying dark magic spells with extremely strong side effects and immense power.

Veronica: But this is also a good thing, because through these things I have successfully pleased my Lord.

Yarman: @UnnamedFemaleCreature, may I ask, who is your master...?

Veronica: He has many titles, such as Key to the Gate, One Who Unifies All Things, One Who Holds the Door, One Who Transcends, etc., but His name, pronounced in human language, is Yog Sothoth.

Yarman: ...

Lin Yi: ...

Yarman: Now I know where your Necronomicon and the Book of Ibon came from. So you are a follower of that lord. My apologies!

Lin Yi: @CatHeadTowerWarlock, you actually know that person!

Yarman: Because I'm just like you, but I'm not stupid enough to try to fool our group members with past memories.

Lin Yi: ...

Lindal: @All-Knowing Lindal, don't be sad. The reason you couldn't fool us isn't because you're stupid, but because we're too smart! Judging from your rhetoric, your IQ is definitely above average! ~(。≧3≦)ノ⌒☆

Lin Yi: Now that you mention it, I feel like I'm part of a group of people with brains that are in the sewers.

Dumbledore: History is full of examples of dull people achieving great things, and I believe you can too.

Veronica: That's right, believe in yourself. If all else fails, come to me and I will introduce you to the Lord. As long as you can offer something that interests Him, He will not hesitate to give you knowledge and wisdom.

Lin Yi: ...Forget it, I'm afraid I'll overwhelm my brain with knowledge.

Tesla: Speaking of going to other people's worlds, I just checked the group shop and they actually sell time travel tickets!

Yarman: Of the seven of us, only Lin Yi's, Lao Lin's and Albus's worlds are worth exploring. The worlds of the rest of us are not good places.

Lin Yi: Stop talking. My cultivation world is a dark cultivation world. The whole world is filled with all kinds of conspiracies and darkness. There is killing and scheming everywhere. It is a cesspool world. It is no better than your worlds!

Dumbledore: If you would like to visit my world, I would be happy to be your guide. However, there are some strange beings here, as well as ancient immortal gods. The original Hogwarts quartet sacrificed themselves in the war, and the battle between wizards and them is endless.

Lindal: It's pretty much the same here. Every day it's just fighting and fighting. It's either attacking others or being attacked. I don't even dare to close my eyes when I sleep at night, for fear that if I close them I won't be able to open them again.

Yarman: So what's the name of this chat group? It's a patient support group!

Chapter Seven: Just say I went to a meeting

Sitting in his chair, Yarman leisurely ate his breakfast. There was still a week before the medicine was to be delivered, so he was currently in a situation where he had nothing to do.

"What should I do... how about going on a trip!" Yarman suddenly thought of going on a trip. The idea grew uncontrollably as soon as it appeared in his mind, until finally, there was nothing else on his mind except for travel. "That's right, I can't stay cooped up here all day long!"

“But… a week, that’s a bit of a timeframe!” Yarman muttered, stroking his chin. A week is too long; if he went to a distant place, he could probably buy a return ticket as soon as he got off the landship. But going to nearby places is pointless; he’d already been to all of them.

Just as he was agonizing over this, something suddenly occurred to him: "Why do I have to hand the potion and formula to Harry myself? I can just have my servant give it to him!"

Thinking of this, Yarman immediately felt refreshed, and his previous hesitation vanished. He slammed his hand on the table and said, "Alright, that's how it's going to be! I'm going on vacation! Even if the Twin Queens come in person, they can't stop me!"

He turned to the startled servant beside him and said, “Go and pack my luggage. I’m going on a long trip that will probably take one to two months. Also, book me a ticket for a land-based ship.”

“Yes, master,” the servant replied with a bow, then asked, “Where would you like to book the land-based ship tickets to, master?”

“Where to go… let me think.” Yarman sat in his chair, lost in thought. He didn’t really know where he wanted to go, or rather, where would be fun. Colombia was too far, Casimir was too bustling, Victoria was too peaceful, Lateran was too surreal, and Sherag was too cold…

"Does the current travel newspaper have any recommended travel destinations?"

"Um... Master, what about northern Sargon?"

"Northern Sargon? What's the point of going there? It's a loose alliance of uncivilized barbarians, a land full of sand and idiots. Are we going there to watch those stupid spores grinning?"

"Then... what about Ursus?"

"It's too chaotic, I'm not going."

"In that case... only the Dragon Gate of Yan Kingdom remains."

“Longmen in Yan Kingdom… Let me think.” Yarman sat down in his chair and began to think. He was not unfamiliar with Longmen, after all, he was a doctor in his previous life and had seen Longmen in the game. However, Longmen did not leave a particularly good impression on him, even though they spoke Cantonese.

To be honest, he couldn't quite remember what was going to happen next, but there was no news at all. So what was the point of going to Longmen? Was he really just going to relive the taste of his hometown?

"Master? Master?"

"Hmm?" Yarman looked at the servant who was calling him softly.

The servant asked in a low voice, "Where would you like to order a land-based ship ticket?"

"Where? Never mind, Lungmen it is. Book me the fastest land-based ship ticket to Lungmen." Yarman picked up the half-eaten white bread in front of him, looked at the somewhat familiar servant, and asked while eating, "By the way, what... what's your name again?"

"My name is Cardo, master." The servant bowed his head, his expression a mixture of surprise and fear. His wizard master had actually asked him for his name, which proved that his master remembered him!

“Cardo, is it? Okay.” Sitting in his chair, Yarman ignored his servant’s surging emotions and casually instructed, “There’s one more thing I need you to do later. Come with me to the laboratory, and after I leave, give him the samples and formulas of the medicine that Elector Harry needs.”

Can you do this well?

"Of course, Master!"

“Alright, you can go and book my tickets and pack my luggage first.” Yarman’s tone remained calm. After the teacher left, the person Harry had sent to handle the chores for his teacher also left. He was indeed lacking someone to help him with the chores, so he decided to choose one from among his servants.

Hopefully, this is a suitable candidate.

As Yarman silently finished the last bite of bread, he headed toward the laboratory. He was going to hand over the potion and formula to Cardo, and then prepare to leave.

…………

Eight hours later.

"If Elector Harry asks where I've been, just say I've gone to attend an Originium Arts seminar and it will take me a while to get back, understand?"

"Yes, my master."

"Okay, I'm leaving."

With his servants seeing him off, Yarman boarded the landship. Carrying his suitcase, he went up to the top floor, where his servants had booked the presidential suite.

Upon entering the room, Yarman casually tossed his luggage aside. The room was indeed quite large, but it couldn't be described as luxurious. The overall theme of the room was simplicity and practicality, since the land-based ship would experience significant vibrations during its journey, and those ornate little ornaments would easily be knocked over and broken.

"It's not all that great, but this panoramic floor-to-ceiling window is really comfortable!" Yarman slumped into the viewing sofa placed in front of the window, and while enjoying the view, he skillfully opened the chat group.