A chat group for a certain tower warlock

"and then?"

“Then, each of you gets a little bit, and then…” Mostima leaned against the bed as if thinking, then suddenly pointed at Yarman, “the rest are all yours!”

“Okay.” Yarman chuckled and shrugged. “You’re quite a complicated person! But I like it!”

"Right, it's morning now, we can get ready to go have fun!" Mostima jumped out of bed, looked at Yarman who was still lying on the bed, and kicked him. "Get up, let's go to the concert, we just said we were going to have fun last night!"

"To be precise, it was this morning." Yarman slowly got out of bed, stretched, and stood by the bed. "At least you managed to sleep for a while, but I didn't sleep a wink all night!"

"A creature like you needs to sleep?"

"Well, I'm just feeling lazy and want to sleep." Yarman changed into another set of clothes, turning his suit back into pajamas. "I need to wear this tonight, I can't wear it out."

"...So you used shapeshifting magic! I was wondering where you got that suit."

"Transformation is a wonderful thing!" Yarman exclaimed, walking towards the door. "Didn't we say we wanted to go out and have some fun? Let's go, let's set off now!"

“Okay!” Mostima picked up the room key and walked out of the room with him.

The two had just stepped onto the street when they were stopped by the doctor and his group.

Looking at the group of doctors standing in front of him, Yalman raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's wrong? Wasn't that person rescued? What happened now? Did something go wrong?"

"No, what accident happened?"

"Nothing, nothing, nothing unexpected." Yarman casually skipped over the question. After all, he couldn't tell the doctor that the medicine he gave him was actually a newly developed drug that hadn't completed any clinical trials yet, otherwise the doctor might get angry again.

"Actually, Mo Yi just wanted to thank you in person."

The young girl, Vaivan, standing beside the doctor, stepped forward and bowed to him, saying, "Thank you for your treatment!"

"Hmm." Yarman replied casually, exchanged a glance with the Doctor, and then pulled Mostima to leave. "You should thank Wutong. If he hadn't come to beg me, I wouldn't have had the time to do it."

"Alright, we're leaving now."

Where are you going?

"Let's go see a music festival performance!"

Chapter 106: Smoking is Harmful to Health

"All three venues have been set up!"

Standing in the city center, Yarman looked at the three huge stages in front of him and stroked his chin, saying, "Tell me, if three bands start performing at the same time, won't the sound mix? If it does, who is the audience supposed to listen to? Are we just going to have to compete on who has the loudest sound system?"

“Well… I don’t know either.” Mostima shook his head when he heard Yarman’s question. “Since Siesta dared to do this, they must have their methods.”

"Let's hope so, otherwise this music festival will just become a competition of sound equipment quality." Yarman smiled. Although Siesta was Canaan's partner, he personally still somewhat hoped to see that scene. Putting aside everything else, just seeing three singers belting out their songs on stage...

It sounds really funny to imagine someone yelling and shouting at the top of their lungs.

“Probably not… um?” Mostima stopped mid-sentence, his gaze fixed on a low-key white car in the distance, its side bearing a black penguin logo.

Yarman followed her gaze to the car, and put his hand on Mostima's shoulder. "Looks like it's a Penguin Logistics vehicle. How about we go say hello?"

“…I’ll go for a bit!” Mostima paused for a moment, then prepared to go over. She had only taken a few steps forward when she turned to look at Yarman beside her. “What are you doing standing here?”

"Me? Should I go over there?" Yarman pointed to himself, somewhat reluctantly saying, "I'll pass, you can go by yourself. If I go..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mostima stepped forward, took Yarman's hand, and forcibly pulled him toward Penguin Logistics, saying, "You come with me too!"

Why do I have to go?

Why won't you go over there?

"This is so embarrassing!" Yarman explained helplessly and awkwardly, "The last time we met was in Lungmen, when my clone was still fighting alongside them. Now that we meet again, I've become your husband, and... well, it's just so embarrassing, extremely embarrassing."

"What's so embarrassing?" After listening for so long, Mostima still couldn't figure out what was so difficult about him, so she dragged him to the front of the Penguin Logistics vehicle without saying a word.

Before the two could react, the rear window of the car rolled down, and a penguin's head popped out, expertly saying to them, "Where do you want my autograph... Mostima? What are you doing in Siesta? And you, Yarman, what are you doing here too?"

“We’re here for tourism.” Mostima stepped forward, smiling as he scratched the penguin’s neck. “We didn’t expect you to be attending this music festival, boss. We saw you and came to see you.”

"Mostima!"

A voice came from inside the carriage, and the Emperor was instantly pushed aside. A head with fiery red hair and a 60-watt halo emerged from it. The person looked up at the blue fallen angel in front of him and revealed a surprised smile, "You're here too!"

“Yes, Xiao Le! I’m here too!” Mostima smiled and gently patted his head, while Exusiai also looked like she was enjoying it.

"Exusiai!"

A muffled sound came from beneath Exusiai, startling her so much that she immediately shifted her body. Looking at the Emperor she had pinned down, she gave him an apologetic smile, "Sorry, boss, I didn't notice you!"

"Your bonus for this month is gone!"

"No, boss!"

Watching the Penguin Logistics team playfully fighting, Yarman stood aside, somewhat at a loss. He slowly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and began to smoke leisurely.

He had never experienced a scene like this in his life. He had had such a time in a chat group, but it soon disappeared due to everyone's various reasons.

Speaking of chat groups, he hasn't looked at them for quite some time now; the PhD student handles them all.

Do you have a cigarette? Give me one.

"Columbia Beast brand, can you smoke it?" Yarman glanced at Texas, who had somehow gotten close to him and was staring at the cigarette in his hand, and took out a cigarette case from his pocket.

"I'm fine with anything!"

"Shh!"

Yarman's fingers suddenly caught fire, and he lit Texas's cigarette as she tried to light it. He then casually swatted away the flame, took the cigarette from his mouth, and said leisurely, "Didn't you quit smoking?"

“Quitting smoking doesn’t mean I can’t smoke or don’t want to smoke.” Texas took a drag and then let out a deep sigh. “They’re all hanging out with Mostima now, so I can indulge myself a little.”

"You're also under someone's control?"

"Yes, Sora and Exia, they both exist."

“Okay.” Yarman handed her his half-smoked cigarette. “Would you like more?”

"No, smoking too much is never good." Texas finished her last puff, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and stomped it out. She looked up at Yarman, who was smoking like a chain smoker. "I'm not like you, smoking so much and acting like nothing's wrong."

"I am a soldier. Smoking is bad for my lungs, it will affect my health and shorten my career."

"Okay, how long do you expect your career to last?" Yarman finished another cigarette, casually vaporized the butt, and picked up another one to smoke. "Twenty years?"

"I'm not even thirty yet, and the legal retirement age in Longmen is sixty-five. It'll be another thirty or forty years, sigh, there's still a long way to go!"

"Smoking is harmful to your health! Especially for people like us who make a living by smoking."

“Yes, smoking is harmful to your health!” Yarman suddenly sighed, looking at Mostima, who was about to finish catching up with him, and said with a helpless expression.

"How can you say smoking is harmful to your health? Aren't you a wizard?"

"No, because I also have someone in charge."

"You're smoking again!" ×2

As the people walked up to them and pointed at them, Yarman and Texas exchanged a helpless glance. For them, smoking was usually not a big deal, but with someone watching, it became harmful to their health.

Mosty immediately grabbed Yarman's hand, smelled his fingers, and pulled open his clothes to take out an empty cigarette pack from his inner pocket. "You've been smoking again?"

"No, look, there aren't any cigarette butts."

"Nonsense, you burned it all! How could you..."

Seeing Mostima begin to talk incessantly, Yarman and Texas, who was being held back by Kong and kept talking, exchanged a glance and both saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

"Smoking is harmful to your health!" ×2

Chapter 107: I Have a Grand Plan

"Yalman!"

"Ah! It's you again! Exusiai!" Yarman sighed reflexively as he looked at Exusiai who had rushed in front of him. He smiled and said, "How have you been lately?"

"I'm doing well lately. By the way, what about you and Mostima..."

I knew it!

Yarman sighed inwardly, shrugged, and said bluntly, "As you can see, that's how it is. By the way, when are you going to send the things I asked you to send back to Canaan?"

"What should we send?" Mostima asked, patting him on the shoulder.

“It’s my warhammer. I used too much force during the fight and broke it.” Yarman said to her, “Wei Yanwu said he could repair it for me for free, so I left the hammer there. He said it would be repaired soon, so I asked Exusiai and the others to send it back to me, but it hasn’t arrived yet.”

"Didn't we send it out?" Exusiai was taken aback. She looked at Yarman seriously and said, "We sent you out a long time ago. It was on a train heading to Victoria."

"...But I haven't received it yet!" Yarman said, looking at her. "It's been so long, and I haven't even seen a trace of your vehicle, let alone the goods!"

"This..." Exusiai fell silent. She turned to the Emperor and asked what to do. In this situation, the item was most likely lost and probably could not be found.

The Emperor stepped forward, looked at Yarman, and said, "This is indeed a problem with Penguin Logistics. We will compensate you accordingly."

"Never mind, it doesn't matter." Yarman shook his head. Actually, he didn't care whether the hammer was there or not, but the problem was that he had used it and fought with it, which made things different. The power on it would corrupt the thieves who stole the hammer, as well as the user.

As for the degree of corrosion, there's no need to worry about that. After all, once you come into contact with it, the final result will simply be turning into a tentacle monster, a mad beast, or a bizarre Originium Golem. There's no need to investigate how fast it changes, whether it will change at all, or the direction of the final change.

Once the holder has completely fallen, Yarman will naturally sense it, and then he can simply go and clean up those mutants. If possible, he can also take back his hammer, and that will be the end of it... Wait!

He suddenly had a very interesting idea. He didn't want to take the hammer back now. He wanted it to just drift around outside, and then let anyone get their hands on it and mutate it, to see if they could conjure something new and increase Terra's biodiversity.

Who knows, in a decade or two, Terra might have a new race!

"What are you thinking about?" Mostima shook his hand and looked at him, asking, "Why have you been spacing out so much lately? You never used to be like this!"

“No, I was just lost in thought.” Yarman explained to Mostima, “I don’t have as many things taking up my time as before, so I have time to think things through.”

"Okay, I thought you were going to add another abnormal condition to your list of normal conditions."

"Don't worry, it's not that easy to add anything," Yarman replied casually, then looked at her and asked, "So, what do we do next?"

"I'll go with Xiao Le and the others to check out the venue and wander around a bit. Do you want to come?"

"I'll pass." Yarman shook his head and then walked towards the street. "I'm going to talk to the doctor about something. You go have fun with them. Call me if anything comes up!"

"Fine, you can't go to the docks, understand?"

"Alright, alright~!" Yarman nodded helplessly and walked towards the beach. The Doctor now spends all day watching Rhodes Island girls play volleyball and swim on the beach. Except for going to the toilet, he almost never leaves his deck chair, and he even eats while sitting on the deck chair.

Soon, he arrived at the beach. As the music festival drew closer, the beach became increasingly crowded, with the number of people on the beach even exceeding that of the beach late at night at one point in the afternoon.

After weaving through the large crowd, Yarman shook off the sand that had settled on his clothes and came to a deck chair. He looked at the man lying on the deck chair next to him, wearing sunglasses and staring intently at the distance, and moved closer.

"Ah~~~~!"

"Ahhhhhhh! [Chinese swear words]! Who?!"

The doctor was so startled by Yarman's sudden shout that he jumped up on the spot, and the penetrating scream immediately attracted the attention of a large number of tourists around him.

A little embarrassed, the doctor glanced around at the people around him, then lay back down on the recliner. He turned his head to look at Yarman and said with great displeasure, "You're here, so what are you yelling for?"

"You think you can hear me if I don't call you?" Yarman chuckled dismissively. "Your eyes are practically popping out of the volleyball court. Do you think you can even look at me if I don't call you?"

"But you also..."

"Stop talking about things you've never used before. What do you want from me this time?" Yarman sat down on the ground, took out a small notebook and a pen from his pocket, and said, "Tell me, what new project do you want me to work on?"

"No, it's just that Scranton gave us a star as compensation before, right?" The doctor turned around and said to him sideways, "I was thinking about when we could install it, and then..."

“This can’t be done in a short time.” Yarman shook his head and placed the notebook on his lap. “Let me put it this way: Terra is too small to contain a single star.”

"How much longer will it take us to fill it up?"

“At your current rate of remittance, I can tell you, even a thousand years wouldn’t be enough.” Yarman put down his pen and said bluntly, “Use those trading points to exchange for more World Origin. Don’t just leave them sitting there all day. What’s the point of leaving them there? They can’t reproduce!”

"Alright, alright! I'm watching! Stop talking! And those life maps have arrived too, they're right here, take them." The doctor took out several parchment-like objects from behind his back and threw them into Yarman's arms. "Alright, that's all their apology."

Looking at the diagram in his arms, Yarman silently tucked it into his robes. "I understand."

“There are a few other things.” The doctor looked at him seriously and said, “First, there’s that person from the Veronica world. He mentioned you again, asking when you’d like to come over. And then, never mind.”

"How can you just let it go?"

"Well, to put it simply, something happened in the group recently." The doctor sighed with some worry, and said hesitantly, "I don't know what to do next."

“That’s your problem.” Yarman put away his notebook, stood up, and lay down on a beach chair. “You can keep having a headache!”

"...Good heavens, are you even speaking human language?"

"Anyway, I don't care. You don't have any other projects right now, so I'm leaving!"

"Alright, come here. I'll give you a new plan right now, [Yan language], I'll exhaust you!"

"I'm sorry, the project submission meeting for this month has already passed. If you want to submit your project, please fill out this stack of 500 pages of forms first, and then wait for my notification."

"[Chinese profanity]!"