A chat group for a certain tower warlock

“This is a three-sword style swordsman named Zoro.” Yarman stared at the green-haired swordsman and said with a slight smile, “He has three swords in his left hand, right hand, and mouth. I don’t know anything else, but he has very good teeth.”

"This... I can see it, I can see it."

As the two continued their conversation, Zoro slowly walked up to Saint Charlos. Seeing Saint Charlos staring at him in shock, he put down his wine bottle and asked drunkenly, "What? Need directions?"

"Bong! Bong!"

Gunshots rang out, and Zoro dodged the bullets instantly. He smoothly drew his long sword from his waist, unleashing an astonishing killing intent. Just as he was about to slash at Charlos Saint, he was suddenly tackled to the ground by someone who rushed out from the side, spraying him with tomato sauce.

"Ahhh~~ Brother~~ How did you offend the Celestial Dragons? You're dead now~~~ Ahhh~~~"

"..."×n

"So fake." Mostima looked at the swordsman who had been tackled to the ground, then at the woman lying on top of him pretending to cry, shook his head, and slowly said, "It's so fake! How could a swordsman of this level be killed by a toy gun? And that cloyingly sweet ketchup smell... Sigh."

“Indeed, it’s so fake, it should be exposed on the spot.” Yarman stood aside and calmly agreed. This scene was truly insulting to one’s intelligence; how could anyone possibly believe it?

"Did you kill him? Then forget about it."

"..."×2

“Not everyone is normal.” Yarman shrugged, looking at Mostima. “You know, not everyone’s brain is useful. Some people’s brains are just decorations. They look big, but actually, the things inside are pitifully small, or there’s nothing at all.”

"Well... even opening the zombies is a headache, let's not talk about this anymore, let's keep going."

"also."

Continuing forward, Yarman and Mostima arrived at Auction House No. 1. As the group arrived, the doors of the auction house were immediately opened, and by then, the auction was coming to an end.

After walking down the silent corridor, Yarman and Mostima sat down behind the three Celestial Dragons. After exchanging pleasantries with the two Celestial Dragons in front of them for a moment, the two turned their attention back to the auction.

Looking at the "goods" on the auction stage, Yalman and Mostima exchanged a glance. "This is definitely not a proper auction!"

A man dressed as a pirate captain was seen being led onto the auction stage with a collar around his neck, while a clown auctioneer in a blue-purple dress was talking incessantly to the man.

"So...it was a slave auction!"

Chapter 70: I just can't stand the sight of him!

"Bong!"

Looking at the captain who collapsed on the platform, Yarman shook his head, "I suppose this can be considered his own end."

“It’s better to just kill myself than to live as a slave,” Mostima said calmly from the side. As far as she could see, it was really not certain whether living as a slave or dying was better!

"Perhaps." Yarman shrugged, then suddenly thought of something. "What do you think? Should we buy some local specialties to take back with us? Maybe it would greatly enrich the biodiversity of our world?"

"Invasive alien species?"

"I'll raise it outside the known continents of humanity. Anyway, those places are chaotic with demons running rampant, and our planet is big enough to hold it." Yarman said as he thought. He was now really considering this idea. He had indeed obtained all the laws of this world, but having laws didn't mean he could create them!

Just like knowing the principles behind airplanes flying doesn't mean you can build one! Instead of figuring things out step by step by following the rules and diagrams, it's better to take some samples back and work on them.

"Whatever you want. Buy it if you like. Didn't he say there's no limit? Use it as you please." Mostima glanced at Yarman, sat on the large, soft red sofa, and said calmly.

Refocusing his attention on the auction stage with the curtain drawn, Yarman waited quietly for the next item to be auctioned. Soon, the scarlet curtain was drawn back once more.

Accompanied by an extremely flamboyant display of lights and music, a giant trolley was pushed out, and the clown auctioneer began his ridiculous yet disgustingly exaggerated performance.

"Many people are longing for her, please take a look at this figure!"

As a beam of light appeared, a graceful mermaid figure emerged, causing an uproar in the audience!

"Enough with the chit-chat, everyone please watch carefully. Sorry for the long wait, now let's reveal the secret together! Please enjoy!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the cloth covering the cart was suddenly pulled away, revealing a huge spherical water tank. Inside the tank, a young female mermaid was clinging to the glass wall, looking in horror at the frenzied crowd outside.

"Cammy, a mermaid from Fishman Island!"

Immediately, the audience erupted in an uproar. Everyone was going crazy for this rare and precious auction item. Charles Saint, sitting at the very front, immediately became interested and started shouting.

"Are you interested in this?" Yarman looked at Mostima, who was staring intently at the mermaid beside him. "If you are, we'll buy it and take it back."

“…Never mind.” Mostima shook her head and turned to look at the back of the auction hall. She could sense that the group at the back had a completely different emotional reaction from the others. “This must be one of their companions. I’d better not get involved in this. If you want to buy, then buy.”

“Why would I buy it if you don’t want it?” Yarman shook his head, listlessly putting down the number plate in his hand. “I thought there would be something different. It’s just an Agorian with severe atavism and peculiar spots. If I wanted it, I could make a bunch of them with a wave of my hand.”

"It's been a long time since the mermaid auction, so everyone should be very interested. How much should we start with?" the clown auctioneer said in a slick and oily manner, which certainly whetted everyone's appetite.

"Alright, let's begin, first..."

Five hundred million!

"..."×n

"I'll offer 500 million Berries!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd fell silent, and everyone gave up hope of making a purchase.

"You've wasted money again. Don't you still keep piranhas in your tank?"

"Let them chase each other around; mermaids seem to be the fastest swimmers in the world!"

Listening to what the two people in front of them were saying, Yarman and Mostima exchanged a glance. "This is an auction. It's all about who pays the highest bidder. We only care about the money and don't care if the buyer is a scumbag."

"The room is completely silent. Let me ask you this: is there anyone who has offered more than 500 million?" The clown auctioneer suppressed his urge to sell immediately and asked the question in a perfunctory manner to those around him.

Seeing the still completely silent room, the auctioneer slowly said, "If there's nothing else, we'd better wrap this up as soon as possible!"

"One billion!"

"..."×n

Yarman looked at Mostima, who had suddenly picked up a bidding paddle, and asked in astonishment, "Didn't you say you didn't want it?"

"I just can't stand him! Now I'm going to fight him!"

Mostima slowly lowered the number plate, looking defiantly at the three people, Charles Saint and his companions, who were sitting in front of him and staring at him in shock. "It's not like we're the ones paying!"

"It's alright, go ahead and buy it." Yarman looked at the three astonished people indifferently, put her hand on Mostima's shoulder, and said calmly, "It's just a mermaid, whatever makes you happy."

"This... World Noble Guest No. 213 has bid one billion!" The auctioneer forced himself to compose himself and hesitated as he looked at Mostima, who had made the bid. He realized that he didn't even know the names of the two people!

"If you can offer a higher price than us, the item is yours," Yarman said calmly, sitting in his chair, looking at the shocked and furious Saint Charles.

"Fifteen billion!"

"Two billion!"

"Twenty-five billion!"

"Three billion!"...

When the bid reached 7.5 billion, Charles Saint could no longer contain himself. He glared at Yarman with extreme anger, "You actually dared to compete with me! You bastard!"

"Eight billion!" Yalman said calmly, putting his arm around Mostima, who was leaning against him with a smile. "Any more bids?"

"you……!"

"So... is there a higher price than eight billion?!" The Joker auctioneer was ecstatic. He circled the stage several times before finally stopping and looking at Charles Saint. "Is there a higher price?!"

"..."

"Therefore, I hereby declare that the mermaid Camie from Fishman Island belongs to guest number 213! Today's most popular auction item, number 16, has been sold for eight billion!"

"Bong!"

Just as the transaction was about to be completed, a huge hole was suddenly knocked into the auction house!

Instantly, everyone's attention was drawn to the scene, including the two of them. Looking at the area billowing with thick smoke, Yalman raised an eyebrow. "What a commotion! We didn't see any scenery, but we certainly got plenty of excitement... Hey, wait a minute, what about the fish they rode when they came in..."

"what happened?"

"A flying fish, I want one!" Yarman hugged Mostima and pointed to the large fish lying on the ground not far away. "That thing is much more interesting than any mermaid! There are no flying fish in our whole world!"

"Don't we have jetpacks too?"

"That was just jumping around like a zombie, but this one can actually fly! By the way, how did you know it existed?"

"I saw it in your library, your book 'Terra Biology'."

"Have you finished reading?"

"How is that possible? The index alone is over 50,000 pages! Why would you write such a thick book!"

"As the world administrator, I always need data when researching biology, right? By the way, speaking of that fish!" Yarman pointed to the large fish lying on the ground and said excitedly, "Let's take that back! I'll make a Terran version when I have time, and we'll take you riding it to fly over the sea! How about it?"

"not good!"

"why?"

"I don't want to be the first Sakta to drown."

Chapter 71: I've never seen such a request before

Just as the two were enthusiastically discussing the flying fish, a lean, muscular boy wearing a red vest and blue shorts and a straw hat kept running towards the mermaid on the auction stage, while an octopus-like fishman kept pulling him along.

However, it was clear that the merman couldn't hold him back.

"Kemi, Kemi! I'm here to save you!"

The straw-hatted boy shoved the fishman behind him aside and ran quickly toward the stage. The fishman, whom he had shaken off, stood in the middle of the aisle, being constantly cursed at by the humans around him. All sorts of random objects were thrown at him, forcing him to bend over and slowly move forward while clutching his head.

Hearing the commotion around them, Mostima patted Yarman's hand. "What's going on with them? Why are they cursing that merman? Is there something wrong with that merman?"

“I don’t know, it’s probably racial discrimination,” Yarman said calmly. “Just like the Agor people over there, they look at continental people like they’re primitive people, and the people here look at fish-men like they’re fish.”

"Higher organisms observe the reactions of lower organisms?"

“No, higher beings don’t react at all when they look at lower beings; they don’t care,” Yarman retorted Mostima. “It’s just simple discrimination, a strange behavior.”

“Well, that person seems to be a companion of that mermaid.” Mostima looked at the straw-hatted boy who kept shaking off the guards and said calmly, “He may not be strong, but his courage is commendable.”

"Bong!"

"Huh? Someone fired a shot? Who fired it?"

The two turned around and saw that Saint Charlos had left his seat at some point, walked behind the octopus-man, and fired a shot hard into the man's back!

"Hit! Hit! I've defeated the murloc!" Saint Charlos started jumping up and down on the spot, waving his golden spear around, looking extremely happy. "Father, look! I caught a murloc! I caught it myself, for free!"

"It's free! It's free! The octopus is free!"

"..."×2

Mostima glanced at the heartbroken mermaid pounding on the tank wall on the stage, then turned to the gesticulating Charles Saint with disgust, saying in the Eastern language, "It's truly incomprehensible why the rulers of this world would keep such a bunch of useless scum!"

"Can these people also help the world's development, Yarman?"

“No, they won’t.” Yarman shook his head, then explained with a smile, “They’ll only cause trouble.”

"What do you mean by this!" Saint Roswald turned and stared intently at Mostima. Clearly, he understood the language she had just spoken. "How dare you mock the descendants of the Creator! You foolish woman, do you know the consequences? Do you want to start a war between the Celestial Dragons?!"

“I don’t know what the consequences will be.” Yarman sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and his arm around Mostima, calmly looking at Roswald Saint. “But I do know that if you don’t apologize to my wife, your whole family will die, and it won’t be me who does it, it will be your people.”

"You... then let me see!"

“Although I have never seen such a request before, it is possible.” Yarman took out a Den Den Mushi from his pocket, gently woke him up, and before the other end could speak, he said calmly, “I am Yarman. I am currently at the auction house in Zone 1 of the Sabaody Archipelago. My wife was publicly humiliated by a Celestial Dragon.”

"I hope you can help me resolve this as soon as possible, otherwise this matter may affect the friendly relations between our two worlds."

“Yes, Mr. Yarman, we will get there as quickly as possible!” An aged voice came from within, filled with respect. “Please wait here for a moment, and we will take care of it for you immediately. Please trust us, the will of the Celestial Dragons does not apply to our world.”

"Alright, they'll be here soon." Yarman sat calmly in his chair, looking at Saint Rozwald in front of him. He couldn't be bothered to solve the problem himself; people like that didn't deserve his personal attention!

Then, he turned to look at the straw-hatted boy not far away, "Hey you over there wearing a straw hat, my personal advice is, if you want to make a move, then hurry up, or the real strongman of this world will arrive!"

"Ah! Thank you for reminding me, sir!"

“…I’m only twenty-nine this year!” Yarman looked at Mostima, who was smirking beside him, and asked seriously, “Do I look old?”

“If you were willing to groom your beard a little, change into some younger clothes, and take off that wizard hat you wear every day, you would look much better.” Mostima leaned against Yarman, gently shaving the beard under his nose, taking off his hat, and tidying his hair.

"Hmm...it's a little strange." Yarman frowned.

"Bong!"

Another loud bang. The two turned around and saw that the Straw Hat Boy had decisively made his move, punching Charles Saint hard and knocking him unconscious on the spot, smashing a row of seats.

"That fat guy seems to be in pretty good shape. He smashed so many chairs and he's not paralyzed yet," Yarman said with interest, looking at Charles Saint lying on the ground in the distance.

"According to this world's custom, the so-called naval admiral and warships will be arriving soon?"

"It seems so." Yarman shook his head indifferently. They were all low-level, weak life forms, and in his eyes, they were not even as valuable as the flying fish lying on the ground.

What are you going to do?

“I’m going to check on my flying fish.” Yarman stood up and walked towards the back of the auction house. Seeing this, Mostima picked up her staff and followed behind him.