A chat group for a certain tower warlock

"Sure, sure!" Yalman nodded with a smile, then stood up and said, "Shall we go now?"

"Of course!"

“Okay, okay. Xiao Mo, contact the doctor and the others and ask where he is now. Lord Herman and I will go to find him right away and discuss something with him.”

"it is good."

Chapter 94: Sticky Superman Fiamet

On the beach in Siesta, the Doctor, dressed in a black robe, lay on a beach chair, looking at the Rhodes Island members in their swimsuits. Although his face was covered by a mask, making it impossible to see his expression, the occasional "tsk tsk tsk" sounds he made still revealed his thoughts.

"Summer, the beach, what a wonderful place! Beautiful scenery, so refreshing."

"Ring ring~~~ Ring ring~~~"

"Hmm?" the doctor asked, taking out his phone, which was burning hot from being held in his pocket. He paused slightly when he saw the number on it before answering the call. "Hello? Ms. Mostima."

"Excuse me, are you Dr. Wutong?"

Yes, is there anything I can help you with?

"Lord Herman has something he wants to discuss with you. Where are you now? Yarman wants to bring him to see you." A calm voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Um... is this something we need to discuss? It's still vacation time, I don't..."

"Fifty million Colombian pesos."

“I won’t leave Yarman alone to watch. I’m on the beach right now. There’s a barbecue stand here, a Sarkaz girl’s stand. I’m sitting on a beach chair next to it.”

"Okay, we'll be right there."

"Sigh, my vacation is ruined." The doctor sighed slightly. He slowly sat up from his chair and began to carefully tidy his clothes. After all, he was going to meet a client, and he had to maintain his professional image. Otherwise, the fifty million Colombian dollars he was about to receive would just slip away.

He had already guessed why Herman had come; it was most likely about the volcano. After all, according to the plot, the volcano should be erupting by now. Although he didn't understand why it would erupt, since Siesta was so rich, it wouldn't be necessary to exploit the resources to the fullest!

"PhD!"

"Huh? Ouch!"

"Doctor, are you alright?!"

Picking up the beach volleyball that had hit his mask, the Doctor looked at Amiya running towards him and shook his head slightly. Her nutrition was still not good enough. Look at Skadi and Skyfire next door, they are not even in the same league, they are like heaven and earth.

"Hey, you guys, I have something to do. You guys keep playing." The professor nodded casually at the group. "Don't worry, it's just a small matter. We'll finish it soon. Okay, you guys keep playing."

After saying that, the doctor walked towards the beach. He stood at the edge of the beach for a while, and soon he saw Yarman and his group. Before he could go up to greet them, the middle-aged man with pink hair quickly came up to him and grabbed his hand as if afraid that he would run away.

"Um, Lord Herman? What's this...?"

"Please do your best to help Siesta through this difficult time. Thank you!"

Seeing Herman bow and use honorifics right away, the doctor was clearly flustered. He hadn't expected it to start like this; he thought they would have a long talk before getting to the point.

Seeing the flustered Doctor, Yarman stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder. "Alright, you can have a good chat with Lord Herman here. Xiao Mo and I are going to play now. Don't contact me unless necessary. Try to solve things yourself. If you really can't solve them, call me. Okay, that's all."

"Hey hey hey! Yarman, you..."

Ignoring the doctor calling after him, Yarman took Mostima's hand and said gently, "Where should we go now? To see street performers or go get ice cream?"

Haven't you thought it through?

"I've decided that we'll go boating together tonight and go for a spin in the middle of the lake."

"How far do we need to row from the center of the lake?"

"It's probably around 80 or 90 kilometers, at most 150 kilometers. Siesta City is relatively close to the center of the lake; if it were at either end, it would be quite far."

“…So?” Mostima paused for a moment, then squeezed Yarman’s arm. “Alright, then you row the boat, and I’ll wipe your sweat and hand you water. Hopefully, we can get to the center of the lake before tomorrow morning.”

"Don't worry, it'll definitely work!" Yarman said confidently. Putting aside his physical abilities, even if he couldn't reach the destination, there was still the unlimited space portal; he could just teleport there directly.

“If you say it’s okay, then it’s okay.” Mostima replied casually, taking a flyer that was fluttering nearby and looking at the three pictures on it. “DDD, Sunset Fades, and they even have a boss.”

"Boss?" Yarman leaned over and saw a penguin wearing a T-shirt and a big gold chain around its neck making a singing gesture on an advertisement. "Emperor? By the way, you're an employee of Penguin Logistics!"

“Yes!” Mostima looked at the giant penguins above with a touch of nostalgia and said with a sigh, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen them. I wonder how they are doing now.”

“If you want to see them, you can in a few days. The music festival is about to start, and they should arrive in a few more days. We can go see them together then,” Yarman asked, knowing Mostima’s feelings for Penguin Logistics.

Hearing this, Mostima paused for a moment, then sighed, "We'll see... Wait!" She suddenly turned around, and after confirming who had come with her, she breathed a sigh of relief, "So it's her."

"Who? Who!" Yarman followed her gaze and saw a tall woman with fiery red hair, holding a strange gun, wearing a white shirt and a black leather suspender skirt, standing in front of the ice cream stand, carefully examining the ice cream in front of her, just like an old scholar doing his research.

"This is... that red birdman who ran into the stone golems' encirclement last time!"

"He is the Secret Watcher, the Grave Knight, the One-Armed Chainsaw Man, the Chosen Overseer, and the Sticky Superman."

"……What?"

"It's probably Sticky Superman now, I wonder if they've changed the codename yet." Mostima's lips curled up slightly, seemingly quite interested. "I wonder what it will be."

"Why does she have so many titles? She's not that strong." Yarman asked, a little puzzled. In his mind, only strong people had so many titles, like Yog, the Great Mother Goddess, or Nyarlathotep, whose titles were as long as a snake.

"Well, I guess it's because her boss likes it that way."

"Mostima! Call my name!"

"Look, she's really enjoying herself. Look how happy she is."

"Mostima!"

“Okay, okay.” Mostima nodded casually, pointing to the tall, red-haired girl who had appeared in front of them at some point. “She’s Fiameta, the idiot who barged in last time.”

“Oh, hello, my name is Yarman, I am Mostima’s husband and a righteous man.” Yarman smiled and extended his hand to Fiameta. “Nice to meet you.”

"Oh, oh! Hello... Wait a minute, you said you were Mostima something?"

"Husband and righteous man, what's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"...This is a huge problem!"

Chapter 95: This isn't bird language, it's Syracuse.

"Why is she following us?" Yarman turned his head and looked at Fiameta, who was following the two people behind him like a ghost, and asked curiously.

“Because she is my guardian!” Mostima turned to look at Fiameta behind her, then turned to Yarman and explained, “Because I have fallen from grace and left Laterano, there must be someone watching over me at all times and reporting on my situation.”

“I really can’t understand it.” Yarman shook his head in confusion. “What good will it do to report your situation? Even if something is wrong with you, it’s not something Lateran can handle! Besides, I think that Red Bird is quite capable. Lateran is wasting its human resources like this.”

“Who said Laterano can’t handle the problems in Mostima!” Fiameta retorted immediately upon hearing Yarman’s question, angrily saying, “Don’t judge Laterano by your narrow perspective! Laterano’s greatness is beyond your comprehension!”

"..."×2

“My narrow-mindedness… measures Lateran?” Yarman slowly repeated her last sentence, then exchanged a glance with Mostima beside her, and immediately burst into laughter, “Hahahaha! This is hilarious, little bird, you’re the first person to say I have a narrow mind!”

"That's just because you're living in the desert, surrounded by nothing but barbarians, and you're arrogant and ignorant!"

"Hahahaha! Arrogant and ignorant! Hahaha~~ Ouch!"

Yarman, choked by the laughter, began to cough violently, while Mostima gently patted his back and said to Fiameta, "Stop telling jokes to tease him."

"A joke? This is no joke at all! Mostima, you..."

"Sigh, never mind, you wouldn't understand." Mostima shook her head and helped the catching-up Yarman to his feet. "By the way, where are we going to eat later?"

“Eating? I don’t know.” Yarman shook his head and said with a touch of nostalgia, “I haven’t eaten in a long time since I stopped needing to eat, except for the few times you’ve cooked for me. On the contrary, I’ve been drinking more and more wine. By the way, it seems like the wine in the cellar is almost gone.”

"so what?"

“I’m planning to buy some more to take back. It just so happens that Siesta also has a direct sales store of Colombian wineries. I’ll buy a dozen or so barrels first. Just the beer will do; I’ll skip the rest.”

"why?"

"Because among Colombian beverages, only beer is produced using fully modernized machinery."

“I understand.” Mostima nodded, then suddenly stopped, turned to look at Fiameta behind her, took out her phone from her pocket, and said to her, “Don’t move!”

"what?"

"Click!"

Looking at the photos she had taken, Mostima nodded in satisfaction. "Alright, very photogenic. Let's go." With that, she pulled the puzzled Yarman away from the huge roasted bird shop next to them.

Fiameta stood there stunned for a moment. She turned around and saw a huge poster on the glass wall that read, “Roasted bird, roasted pigeon, special price, buy three get one free.”

"...Mostima!"

"Ignore her, let's go!" Mostima smiled, pulling Yarman along with a cheerful, light step. "Where should we eat next?"

"How about... roast pigeon?"

"..."×3

"Let's forget about it." Mostima glanced at Fiameta, who was about to explode beside her, and patted Yarman with a slight smile. "Be serious, let's get serious."

“Well… how about we go to that one over there? That Gaulish restaurant! It’s been so many years, and they’re still trying to ride on the coattails of that old Gaulish brand. Do young people even remember Gaul these days?” Yarman looked curiously at the restaurant with its sign written in Gaulish in the distance.

"Gallic, the country that was destroyed by Victoria and her family?"

“Yes, Gaul was so powerful back then, now hardly anyone even remembers it,” Yarman said with a touch of emotion. When he was still studying, his teacher taught him Gaulish, but of course, it was just as part of his intellectual development; things are different now.

Even earlier, when Gaul still existed, Yarman's teacher was forced to learn Gaulish, and not just any Gaulish, but a complete set, from Old Gaulish to Modern Gaulish, becoming fluent in all four languages: listening, speaking, reading, and writing. Yarman's teacher explained that this would definitely come in handy when he went abroad.

“Gaul is a large country. I’ve been there to investigate. It has great potential. You should study hard. If you can’t become a tower sorcerer in the future, you might be able to get a government position in that country.”

The advisor's words were still ringing in his ears, but Gaul had completely disappeared, and even Gaulish had become a rare language, only studied by special professionals like archaeologists.

“I heard about Gaul when I was studying at Lateran School. It seems that it has now been annexed by Victoria and several surrounding countries, and the things left behind have become cultural relics,” Fiameta said.

“Cultural relics, sigh.” Yarman sighed. He was furious when he talked about it. You see, because his advisor was optimistic about Gaul, their lineage had deposited a lot of things in the Gaul Bank back then. But now they’ve all gone along with Gaul, leaving only a useless note.

"Speaking of cultural relics, we used to have a book of Gallo Bank checks inside our tower, but it's no longer in use."

"is it?"

“Alas, my master thought Gaul was a great place, so he invested a lot of resources there. Later, he even planned to relocate most of the population there. But Gaul is gone, and our lineage lost 90% of its resources. We went bankrupt, and my master had no choice but to rely on the nobility,” Yarman said helplessly.

"After all, even our lineage of Tower Warlocks lost its certificate in that great war, and the original Tower was mortgaged. My teacher was no longer a Tower Warlock. In the end, he had no choice but to rely on the nobles and rebuild the Tower before he could become a Tower Warlock again."

"Otherwise, why do you think I ended up like this in Letania? More than two hundred years ago, my lineage of tower sorcerers was a renowned and powerful faction in Letania!"

"I see!" ×2

"By the way, Yarman, do you speak Gallo?"

"Of course I speak Gaul, even though it's pretty useless now." (Gallic)

"What did you say? This is Gaulish?"

“I said I can, and I can speak many languages, including Syracuse, Yan, Ursus, and Dongguo.”

"What kind of bird language was the second language you just spoke?"

“No, Mo, that’s a southern-style Syracusan.”

"It sounds like you're babbling on and on, and why are you making gestures?"

"Because the soul of Syracuse lies in gestures; you should know that the Syracusans speak with their hands."

"Then what are their mouths for?"

"Used to assist in and interpret gestures."

Chapter 96: Am I abnormal?

“This menu is really confusing!” Yarman looked at the dishes in front of him, a helpless look flashing in his eyes. He turned to the two people beside him, “Have you made your choice? Orange marmalade pasta, chocolate sauce fettuccine, or Syracuse-style pineapple pizza?”

"I really can't understand why a French restaurant would have these strange foods," Mostima said, looking at the menu with a puzzled expression.

“Probably because of that famous Syracuse chef who went to Gaul back then,” Yarman replied, unfolding the paper in front of him and ticking the chocolate sauce pasta with a pencil. “Chocolate sauce pasta, and this, pineapple pizza, I want them all.”

"..."×2

Mostima and Fiameta exchanged a glance, both seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes. These things looked unappetizing to them. Although Lateran also had a sweet tooth, this kind of food was just too strange.

Fortunately, there are still some regular dishes available, such as foie gras steak, red wine pheasant, chicken liver steak, braised veal, cucumber salad with mustard, and beef stew in Burgundy red wine...

"Have you made your choices? Let me see." Yarman took Mostima's menu, looked at the checked dishes, frowned slightly, and looked up to ask, "Why don't you try something new?"

“Fresh stuff? You mean this macaroni with orange marmalade, or that chocolate sauce pasta, or this bamboo shoot and beef soup, betel nut and pork rib stew, or Gallic-style baked snails?” Mostima glanced at the menu at Yarman, her lips twitching slightly. “I think I’ll pass.”

"Never mind, I'll just eat by myself then. By the way, have you all ordered?" Yarman shrugged, stacked the menus the two had handed him together, called over the waiter, and handed her the menu he was holding.

Watching the departing waiter, Yarman rubbed his hands together with a hint of anticipation. He looked around at the nearly full restaurant and said with a touch of excitement, "I wonder what will happen!"

"This one……"

"Ok?"