A chat group for a certain tower warlock

"Mr. Dumbledore's apology and Mr. Lin Yi's apology are the same, both are biological maps."

"And Ms. Veronica, she has prepared for you a photograph that records the image of the end of time and space, as well as a golden robe, and she has also conveyed a message to you on behalf of a great being."

"...What did you say?"

"As a mother, I hope to see my child who has gone far away to work, and I hope that he will not harbor resentment towards his hometown because of some ill-mannered and self-righteous fools."

"...I understand. We'll discuss this later." After listening, Yalman remained silent for a long time. Finally, he sighed deeply and looked at the Doctor. "Do you think these apologies are acceptable?"

Do you think these apologies are acceptable?

“I think… you did a great job, better than I expected.” Yarman looked at the Doctor seriously and said. He had thought that the Doctor would at most get a planet this time, but he didn’t expect that he would actually get a star. “Are you willing to take on more responsibility for this world?”

"...I...of course!"

Beep~~~ Please call me Faceless Man to replace Cat-Headed Tower Warlock as a member of the group management committee!

"The world of Terra is in your hands now. I hope you can do a good job." Yarman sighed deeply, stood up, poured the Doctor a glass of wine, and said with a smile, "Now it's your turn to pay me my salary."

"...Hiss~~~~~!"

A bit bewildered by this sudden turn of events, the doctor sat on the sofa, looking at the wine glass in front of him. He cautiously picked it up, took a sip, and said awkwardly, "What is this...?"

Although he had considered the possibility, he did not expect it to happen so quickly!

"Looking back on my life, I still hope to be a simple wizard, doing my research, rather than dealing with their vested interests." Yarman raised his glass with a dejected expression, forcing a smile as he said, "Professional matters should be handled by professionals."

"This... I understand." The doctor nodded seriously, which was probably a form of Yarman admitting defeat. As he had said in the group chat, he was a socially awkward person and had no idea how to handle these kinds of problems. "So, will you now help me deal with the problems related to the various laws and creatures in this world?"

"If you'd like."

“Of course, sir!” The Doctor nodded immediately. Dealing with Rhodes Island's internal affairs was already troublesome enough; he didn't want to add the internal affairs of another world to the mix—that would drive him crazy. “As for the salary…”

"How about I improve upon my previous work tenfold?"

"I'm fine with either, but..."

"Our world is full of trading points and money."

“Then it’s up to you.” Yarman nodded. “Is there anything else you need my help with?”

"Oh, do you remember my third request?"

“You mean learning witchcraft, right? That’s very simple!” Yarman perked up immediately upon hearing this, and he pulled out a book that looked like a brick from the side. “Here, take this.”

"This is..." The professor took the book, which was as thick as a dictionary, with great effort.

"I'll teach you some basic knowledge, very simple, within a month, and then I'll teach you other things."

"So much, how am I supposed to learn it all? And another thing!" the professor exclaimed, flipping to the first page and pointing to a small formula. "I want to ask, why is this eight-centimeter-long formula so easily derived..."

"The formulas at the end are a full three pages long!"

Yarman stepped forward, glanced at it, and said matter-of-factly, "It's very easy. A witchcraft manual of less than two hundred pages can explain the reason clearly. What's the problem?"

"..."

Chapter 92: The Amazing Originium Magic (For Elementary School Students)

"So you're saying you don't understand this book, right?"

"You're talking as if I should be able to understand what you're saying."

"Didn't you redeem the spell knowledge I uploaded in the group?"

"It's been redeemed!"

"Then why don't you know how?"

"Just because knowledge is in my head doesn't mean I can understand it, boss!" The doctor looked at Yarman seriously and said, "I remember all the knowledge you uploaded, but I can't understand it!"

"I understand! You need this."

Yarman turned around and took out three magazine-like books, each about three centimeters thick, from a drawer. The books were decorated with beautifully illustrated cartoon images of young female wizards. "Let's start with these," he said.

"This is..." The doctor slowly took the three books from Yarman's hand, opened them to look at them, and read out the cartoon font on them word by word, "Amazing Originium Magic (Elementary School General)".

"what is this?"

"The elementary school spell-learning textbook for Letania. This is the textbook I used for my first spell-learning." Yarman pointed to the slightly worn-looking book with reminiscence. He opened the textbook, revealing large areas of cartoon illustrations. "A masterpiece in the field of spell-learning textbooks."

"Since you've only memorized those basic facts anyway, I might as well start from scratch and explain everything to you again, building a complete theoretical system of magic for you. This will make it easier to teach advanced techniques later. There are three books: the theory book, the practical book, and the final book on ultimate techniques. Once you've finished those, you'll be pretty much done."

"A special move?" the professor exclaimed in astonishment. He opened his textbook, pointed to the spell missile, and looked at Yarman with a bewildered expression. "This is a special move?"

Seeing the doctor's questioning gaze, Yarman didn't say much. He simply drew his staff from his robes and slowly chanted towards the innermost fireplace on his right: "Spell Missile!"

"boom!"

A spell orb radiating a purplish-black light flew rapidly toward the fireplace, crashing straight into the reinforced concrete fireplace, which had been reinforced with defensive magic. The orb, along with the thick wall behind it, exploded into dust in the air. The violent sound shattered all the glassware inside the tower into fragments.

"Where did this land-based warship's main gun fire from... Yarman! Are you out of your mind?!"

Before the Doctor could even scream, an angry voice came from upstairs. Mostima, wielding two staffs, stood by the broken stairwell on the second floor, angrily berating him, "Who told you to cast spells inside the tower? Now look what's happened, the load-bearing wall has been blown to pieces!"

"Restored to its original state!"

Yarman gently touched the fireplace, walls, and glass that had been bombed into a war zone style, restoring everything to its previous state. He explained with a smile, "I was just explaining the spell to the Doctor. You know, you have to practice spells to learn them, otherwise you can't learn them at all."

"Then you'd better go outside to practice, or go to the training room, whatever you do, don't do it in the lobby!"

Watching Mostima storm off in a huff after speaking, the two exchanged glances. Yarman remained silent for a moment, somewhat embarrassed, before finally looking up at the Doctor and saying seriously, "You still don't think the Spell Missile is a special move?"

"...No, no, no, no! Boss! Of course not! I..."

"Just call me Yarman."

"Oh, oh, oh, Yarman, what's the working principle behind your magical projectile... I mean, missile?"

"There's no real principle behind it. It's just a little adjustment to the most basic spell missile, plus a bit of my own casting experience, and that's how it worked," Yarman said calmly.

"What exactly constitutes a 'minor adjustment'?"

“You’ll understand once you’ve learned this book.” Yarman pointed to the dictionary beside him. “Actually, magic is very rigid. It’s just a few rules and usages that you just apply to each other. The so-called ultimate moves are just the result of practicing a chosen move to an unimaginable limit.”

Looking at the doctor who seemed to understand but not quite, Yarman pointed to the three textbooks beside him and said, "Take these back and study them carefully. If you can't even understand these, then there's nothing I can do for you."

"Okay, I'll come back in a while."

Where are you going in a while?

“Rhodes Island just finished a major battle, right? I was thinking of letting them relax a bit. The Siesta music festival is about to start, so we can go and attend it.” The Doctor looked at Yarman and replied, “We’ve already made arrangements with the people at Siesta, and the hotel is booked.”

"This one……"

Upon hearing the doctor's words, Yarman fell into thought. He had heard of the Siesta Music Festival before, a summer commercial festival. His former High Tower Warlock colleagues who had been there said it was a very exciting place with beautiful scenery and a rare view of the sea.

He had already seen the sea; it was actually a large inland lake. Although this lake was twice the size of Kazdel and two-thirds the size of Laterano, it was still a freshwater lake.

He'd never actually been to a music festival before. Luckily, he'd handed all those matters over to the Doctor, so he had time to travel to other places. He could spend some time with Mostima and also pursue his childhood dream of seeing how the people of Siesta lived.

"Yarman? Yarman!"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

I noticed you suddenly stopped talking.

"No, I was just thinking about something," Yarman replied casually, then looked up at the second floor and shouted, "Little Mo! Little Mo!"

"what!"

Do you want to go on a trip?

"Sizzle~~~~"

The door suddenly opened, and Mostima stepped out, smiling, and asked, "Where are you going?"

“The Siesta Music Festival is about to start, why don’t we go together?” Yarman pointed at the Doctor and said cheerfully, “Rhodes Island is going too, they’ve already made arrangements with Siesta, why don’t we go and have some fun too? It’s been so long since I’ve taken you out to play, this is a good opportunity.”

“Alright.” Mostima nodded and turned to walk into the room. “I’ll pack my things. You go and talk to Lord Herman. He should be able to arrange accommodations for us.”

“I think so too.” Yarman took out his phone from his pocket and looked at the doctor beside him. “Is there anything else?”

"I...this..."

"Oh, don't worry, I won't interfere with your studies during the holidays. Just remember to take care of things in the group chat and read a book when you have time."

"No, that's not what I'm asking. I definitely won't be studying during the holidays. I wanted to ask how many months it would take if I wanted to master a special skill like yours?"

"If you ask how long it will take to learn those three books, I can tell you it will be a few months. But if you want to master a magical technique, that will take a long time. I'm trying to master my Fireball technique..."

"It took a full 10 years!"

Chapter 93: Siesta Music Festival

Siesta, City Hall.

"Lord Yarman, welcome, welcome!" Herman greeted Yarman and his companion as they entered his office. He immediately stood up and shook hands with them warmly. "The hotel is all set up for you two. The music festival will begin soon, and all your expenses at the festival will be covered by Siesta."

After Hermann's welcome, the two exchanged pleasantries before finally sitting down. Kronin stood quietly in front of the coffee table, brewing tea and listening to their conversation.

Yarman sat on the sofa, stretched slightly, and looked at Herman opposite him with a smile, saying, "Lord Herman is riding high these days. The brand of Siesta mineral water has spread throughout Terra!"

“It’s all thanks to you, Lord Yarman.” Herman separated the three cups of tea on the coffee table and personally handed them to the two of them. He said with great gratitude, “If it weren’t for your Canaan, this sea route would not have been able to open, and Siesta would not have achieved what it has today.”

Hearing Herman's words, Yarman gently changed the subject. He looked out the window and said with a smile, "You seem to have quite a few Colombians here. I glanced around and saw nothing but Colombians."

“Well…yes, indeed.” Herman smiled. After all, his Siesta was now a member of the Colombian Federation, and as an important node for Colombia to expand its influence, Siesta naturally enjoyed a lot of preferential policies from Colombia, tourism being one of them.

And now it's peak tourist season, Siesta's music festival reputation has spread, coupled with the tilt of Colombia, the improved transportation brought about by the opening of the shipping route, and Siesta mineral water's advertised pure water source...

This naturally attracted a large number of people.

Of course, Yarman knew all this, but there was one thing he didn't understand: the people of Terra were all terrestrial beastmen, so why did they love the sea so much?

Even though they're both terrible swimmers, their legs were shaking when they saw such a huge lake, but they still insisted on putting on swimming rings and rushing into the sea. As a result, they swallowed a bellyful of water, were dumbfounded, but still said they were having a great time and that the sea was so much fun.

In the end, all Yarman could say was that people probably have a self-destructive tendency and just want to experience the feeling of courting death but not dying.

After finishing the tea in one gulp, Yarman stood up from the sofa and said with a smile, "Thank you very much for your hospitality, Lord Herman. My wife and I will not disturb you any longer. We will take our leave now."

Seeing that Yarman was about to leave with Mostima by his hand, Herman immediately became anxious. He hurriedly stood up from the sofa, reaching out to try to stop the two of them, but he didn't know what to say.

"...Lord Herman? What brings you here?"

"I...uh...it's just..." Herman kept gesturing, and finally slumped back onto the sofa, looking dejected. He lowered his head weakly and waved his hand dismissively. "It's okay, I lost my composure."

"..."×2

The two exchanged a strange look. Yarman led Mostima back to sit on the sofa and looked at Herman, asking, "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"..."×2

Herman and Kronin exchanged a glance, and finally nodded helplessly. He looked at Yarman and said with a wry smile, "Lord Yarman should know that there is a volcano next to Siesta, right?"

“Yeah, I know, it’s that volcano that’s famous for obsidian, right? You guys have been selling all sorts of obsidian crafts, haven’t you? What happened, did you run out of obsidian?” Yarman nodded knowingly. Siesta’s obsidian crafts were also famous throughout Terra, and even he had bought some as decorative items.

As soon as he finished asking the question, Yarman remembered the plot of his previous life. Hiss... At this time, the Siesta volcano seemed to be showing signs of eruption, but this time they did not over-mining. They made a fortune selling water, so how could they over-mining obsidian?

If this volcano erupts, it will definitely pollute the water source. Once the news gets out, Siesta mineral water's business will be ruined. How could they be so unwise?

"No, it seems the Siesta volcano is about to erupt," Herman said helplessly. "Because of our poor security, the people from Victoria infiltrated and then dumped a large amount of explosives into the volcano. Although we eventually found most of them, but..."

"Has the volcano's originally stable structure been destroyed?"

"That's right. After all, it's a matter of shipping lanes, and as you know, it's my... Siesta's position."

“I understand, I understand.” Yarman nodded. This was within expectations, after all, Siesta was right next to Victoria, and everyone in Terra knew how the Victoria people behaved.

It wouldn't be fair to call it utterly depraved, but it would certainly be described as despicable and shameless.

"So how would you like me to help you? Actually, I think you should talk to your boss."

“I’ve already said that, but the support team from Colombia will take at least three weeks to arrive.” Herman said, sounding even more helpless. He had already made the request, but Colombia was just too far from Siesta, with Minos in between.

Alright, three weeks. Once the support team arrives, we can hold a memorial service for Siesta on her seventh day after her death!

Thinking of this, Yarman couldn't help but laugh, then he immediately put on a sad expression, "I sympathize with your plight, but Lord Herman, I can't help you with this. After all, as you can see, there are only two of us, and Canaan doesn't have the technology."

"Sigh!" ×2

“But don’t despair so quickly. It’s not entirely hopeless.” Yarman looked at the despairing Herman and immediately comforted him, “Canaan may not be able to help, but that doesn’t mean others can’t!”

"Please explain further, Lord Yarman!"

“A company that specializes in dealing with Originium and natural disasters recently came to Siesta for a vacation. I happen to know their manager. If you need an introduction, perhaps we can go and meet them…”

“Of course! Of course!” Herman immediately stood up, gripped Yarman’s hand tightly, and said excitedly, “Please take me to see them. If this matter is resolved, I am willing to give you ten million Colombian dollars as a referral fee!”