A chat group for a certain tower warlock

Chapter 108: Go to the Scarlet Theatre and pick up my package.

Lying on the recliner, Yarman looked at the Doctor, who was sitting in the recliner and leisurely eating ice cream, and said casually, "Does Rhodes Island have any work to do lately?"

"No, what's wrong?" The Doctor turned to look at him. "What, do you have some work to ask Rhodes Island to do? Don't worry, as long as the money is right, we can definitely get it done for you!"

"Well, for now... um..." Yalman was about to say no, but suddenly remembered something. He still had a stone statue servant left at the Crimson Theatre Company. So much time had passed; if the company hadn't given him two VIP tickets, he would have almost forgotten about it.

How about... we let Rhodes Island get it back for me? But... that might not be a good idea?

Yarman pondered with some hesitation. After all, the troupe leader was no ordinary person. If the current Doctor were to go inside to find something, the Doctor himself might end up becoming part of the troupe's collection!

"Forget it, it's been lost for so long anyway, there's no rush." ​​Yarman leisurely lay back on the deck chair, looking at the cloudless blue sky, and said cheerfully, "There's nothing wrong for now, but don't worry, it will happen in the future. The time isn't right yet, the conditions aren't ripe."

"...At what time?"

"It's nothing, you'll find out when the time comes, when...the opportunity arrives!" Yarman raised an eyebrow slightly, glanced at him, and lay back in the chair, happily humming a little tune.

"What timing, Yarman? Can you be more specific?"

"Actually, the matter is very simple. It started when I bought an art encyclopedia written by the director of a theater troupe. Then the troupe approached me hoping to give me two movie tickets. As a result, there was a small friction between my people. In the middle of the movie, they were forced to destroy one of my small machines. To express their apologies, they took it back and helped me repair it."

"So far, they haven't sent it back to me. It seems I'll have to pick it up myself, but they're too far from Canaan. I'm hoping to find someone to help me get my machine back."

After listening, the doctor thought for a moment and asked in return, "Do you want Rhodes Island to help you get it back?"

“I do have that idea, but it’s not the right time yet.” Yarman shook his head and said with a smile, “Forget it, we’ll talk about it when the time comes. Just keep an impression on it yourself. By the way, the name of that theater company is the Scarlet Troupe, and it’s located on the border between Victoria and Gaul… probably.”

"What nonsense is this?"

"No, just get a general idea for now, you'll find out later." Yalman shook his head and smiled at the puzzled Doctor, saying, "Alright, that's all for now. I expect you'll call me soon. By the way, has Rhodes Island been recruiting any strange people lately?"

"This one……"

“Okay, I asked a stupid question.” Yarman suddenly realized and sighed. “There are hardly any normal people on Rhodes Island. It’s full of weirdos from all over Terra. It’s a museum.”

"..."

"Ok?"

“Actually, I don’t know why there are so many weirdos.” The Doctor shook his head at Yarman. He knew what Rhodes Island was really like. He had a feeling that it was the HR department’s doing, but he was only the head of the operations department. The HR department was under Kal’tsit’s control.

However, since it was Kal'tsit who was making the arrest, he wasn't surprised. Although he didn't know the specific reason, as the old saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. Kal'tsit herself was an eccentric, so how could the people she recruited be normal?

"You know, I've never really known what the HR department does, and since Kal'tsit manages HR, there's nothing I can do about it, even if it's a complete mess."

"Chaos? Is it very chaotic?"

"Allowing existing members to submit their resumes repeatedly, leaving a large number of talented individuals' resumes unattended, and having so many people already requiring the operations department to send people to help—isn't that chaotic enough?"

“That makes sense!” Yarman nodded. Rhodes Island’s personnel department was indeed a mess, and it was unclear what they were doing all day long. “Perhaps you could send more people to help the personnel department.”

"why?"

“Send more people over there, get them involved in the work, and gradually take control of their core tasks. Eventually, you’ll have your own hilarious…efficient HR department.” Yarman shrugged and said to him, “It’s a simple principle: work equals authority.”

"……this……"

“Your biggest problem right now is that you don’t have enough people. Your department has far too few people, only a little over a hundred. But that’s normal, Rhodes Island is a medical company after all.” Yarman shrugged with a smile and looked at the Doctor, saying, “It’s not some violent organization.”

"Although Rhodes Island's armed forces are stronger than those of most private companies."

"Yes, it's a pharmaceutical company after all." The doctor shook his head helplessly. To put it bluntly, he was the head of the security department of a pharmaceutical company. It's just that because this pharmaceutical company has a different philosophy, implementing the company's philosophy will encounter many problems, and he has more work to do in order to solve these problems.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing." The doctor looked at Yarman and said seriously, "If I need you to come out with me in the future, would you be willing?"

"Get out? Get out of what?" Yarman paused for a moment, then looked at him and asked.

“That’s right. Recently, a few new people have joined the group, and the number of members is increasing. I feel like Lin Yi and his group are planning some tricks again.” The doctor said hesitantly, moving closer to Yarman and beckoning him over.

"?"

Yarman slowly leaned closer, feeling the wind in his ear, "Speak, don't just breathe in my ear."

"Just recently, Lin Yi suddenly started buying a lot more Origin Stones. He's practically buying up an entire mine all by himself. It seems like he's preparing for a world advancement."

"Impossible, don't even think about it." Yarman immediately lay back down after hearing this. "His world is like a sieve, forget it, it won't work."

"What do you mean?"

"Have you seen the cultivation techniques Lin Yi uploaded?" Yarman turned to look at the doctor, who looked completely bewildered. He explained helplessly, "Based on the changes in the content of his cultivation techniques, it's quite obvious that he's trying to completely transform the cultivation system of his world."

"Simply put, he's planning to switch to a technology-driven cultivation system, but he needs to completely transform spiritual energy into dark matter and dark energy, which requires a lot of energy support, do you understand?"

"So you conclude that he's just modifying the cultivation system in his own world?" the doctor said, pondering.

Yarman shook his head. "It should be more than that. To play with technological cultivation, you need at least one planet and one satellite to form a binary star system. You can't do it with just one planet. He should have to change the entire form of his world, which requires even more energy and matter!"

"I'll set up a few more temporary mines in a few days; his demand will only keep increasing!"

"Fine, you can worry about this then!" the doctor retorted, glancing at Yarman who was staring straight at him. He happily lay back on the recliner, and just as he was about to eat some ice cream, the ice cream from the cone fell onto his face and melted instantly, smearing his face with ice cream juice.

"Come on!"

"..."×2

"Pfft!"

“...Yalman!”

Chapter 109: My God, a lunatic isn't an idiot!

Lying on a deck chair, Yarman gazed at the crowded beach and suddenly asked the doctor beside him, "Did you tell her about her background?"

"You mean Mo Yi? No." The doctor shook his head and said calmly, "It's better not to let her know about this. Let's keep this matter buried forever."

"Whatever, she's yours now anyway. Oh, here she comes." Yarman glanced at the Vaivaan girl walking towards them from not far away. "Looks like she's determined to follow you for life. What's that saying again? 'Great kindness, I have no way to repay it but to offer myself in return,' right?"

"Shut up!" The Doctor glanced at Yarman, who seemed to enjoy the drama, then turned to Mo Yi with a smile and said warmly, "Mo Yi, what brings you here? Aren't you going to play with Shuangye and the others..."

"I came to see you." Mo Yi sat down next to the Doctor, gazing at him affectionately. She sat beside the Doctor's recliner and looked at him, saying, "Doctor, why have you been watching me here?"

"This..." The doctor was at a loss for words when asked the question. After all, he was here because the location of this beach chair was the best viewpoint on the entire beach. After arriving here, he measured the surroundings several times before figuring out this perfect... observation point.

Yarman, standing to the side, was also a little puzzled by the situation. Even if the doctor had saved her life, he shouldn't have been so direct. Did the doctor talk to her about something else?

"Yarman, Yarman!"

"Hmm?" Yarman looked in the direction of the doctor and saw the doctor looking at him with a pleading expression, while Mo Yi, who had already rubbed against him and was looking at him with a burning gaze that seemed to want to devour him, was right next to him.

“…Oh, I understand.” Yarman stood up from the beach chair and walked towards the beach. “I won’t bother you anymore. You can continue. Doctor, please call me if you need anything.”

With that, Yarman left the small pavilion, pulling the parasol down to block any other people's gaze from looking in their direction.

Ignoring the doctor's shouts behind him, Yarman walked towards the Siesta Sea, where waves were constantly rising. The Siesta Beach was already packed with people, especially the area around the large stage where a concert was being held, which was bustling with activity as everyone crowded into that small space.

"Pong!"

"Hey, watch out!"

"Huh?" Yarman turned around abruptly and saw a beach volleyball flying precisely towards his face. He reached out, caught the volleyball in his hand, and looked in the direction from which it came.

"I'm sorry, we... Mr. Yarman!"

"Ah, Amiya, it's you guys." Yarman placed the ball in her hand and smiled as he looked at the women on the court. "You guys are playing volleyball."

"Yes, are you here to play too?"

“Yeah, I’m going for a swim in the sea. You guys keep playing.” Yarman quickly ended the awkward conversation, walked past the group, and continued towards the sea, while the others behind him started discussing.

"Was that the man you were talking about, Lord Yarman?"

"Yes, but he prefers to be called the Wizard Yarman."

Are you sure he's very strong?

“Very strong! Extremely strong! Back in Longmen, he single-handedly eliminated the hosts of several districts. Even the inspector of Yan Kingdom couldn't do anything about him, and City Lord Wei Yanwu respected him greatly.”

"That's amazing! Does he have a girlfriend?"

"They're all married now, everything's fine, it's just a pity..."

"What's a pity?"

"He's a weirdo. Not only does he like to talk to plants, but he also likes to mutter strange things to himself. He's eccentric all day long and occasionally goes crazy."

"That's so pitiful. I hope he recovers soon."...

Listening to the discussion of the women behind him, Yarman felt helpless. He hadn't even left yet, and they were already gossiping about him. It was one thing to talk, but the problem was that he could hear them!

Listen to what they're saying, what do you mean by talking nonsense, and wishing me a speedy recovery, but I'm not sick!

After blocking out a few people, Yarman continued walking towards the beach not far away. Just as he arrived at the seaside and was about to go into the water, he was stopped by another person.

"You have the aura of the deep sea about you."

"...No, I didn't."

"You have it, and it's very strong. Don't deny it, you have their aura on you!"

“I’m not refuting you, I just want to say that your logic and grammar are backwards.” Yarman looked at Sister Agor in her black robes blocking his way and explained earnestly, “It should be that the Deep Sea carries my aura, understand? Child.”

"You can only say that a son looks like his father, not that a father looks like his son. Just like you can't say that your dad looks exactly like you, understand? This kid whose brain has been eaten away by Originium."

"But their aura is stronger than yours, and they are more ancient than you."

"I understand. So, how about this now?"

“That’s right, you are stronger than them and older than them.”

"Okay, then move aside, I'm going swimming." Yarman bypassed the fishman roadblock in front of him and walked towards the ocean. He didn't have time to pay attention to this poor fishman.

At that moment, the man stopped Yarman again. Under his curious gaze, she immediately knelt on the ground and cried out to him, "God, forgive my sins, save me!"

"...?"

Yarman slowly squatted down in front of her, gently helped her up, and looking at her devout face, he said seriously, "Well... there's something I need to clarify. I am not the god you worship. You've worshipped the wrong god."

"How about I convert to your faith now?"

"...?"

"Yes, I've converted to your faith now. You are my God. God, save me!"

So this thing can be altered to reflect one's beliefs? What is this, some kind of punk religion?

Seeing the nun start shouting again, Yarman was at a loss for what to do. In the end, amidst the curious and puzzled gazes of the crowd, he could only help her up, saying, "Alright, I will save you!"

"Dude, you guys are playing really weird!"

"Wow!" ×n

"No, I really don't know what's going on." Yarman replied calmly to the tourists watching the commotion, then pulled the nun along and walked a short distance away. "By the way, what's your name?"

"My code name is Ghost Shark, and I work in the security department of a company."

"The company, right? Rhodes Island?"

"God, you are indeed all-knowing."

“No, this doesn’t require using your powers,” Yarman said helplessly. “In Siesta, I can’t think of any other company besides Rhodes Island that would take in a weirdo like you.”

"God, I am not a freak, I am just your sheep."

"No, you are a shark."

"This is just a religious literary analogy. I am your lamb in the mortal world. Don't you understand?"

“…Yes, yes, say what you want.” Yarman shook his head even more helplessly. “I’m starting to wonder if you’ve really lost your mind?”

"Having a mental problem doesn't mean you're stupid, my God. Being mentally ill is not the same as being intellectually disabled."

"...That makes sense!"

Chapter 110: Why Don't You Acknowledge That You Are a God?

He led the ghost shark beside him to an ice cream stand and asked her, "What flavor do you like? Let's eat and chat."

“I want the black one.” Ghost Shark pointed to the black ice cream in front of him, then to the green ice cream next to it. “If possible, it would be best to add the green one as well.”

"Black and green? Why don't you make red and green?" Yarman nodded helplessly. He went up to the shopkeeper and said, "Give me a matcha one with... what's the flavor of this black one again?"

"Coconut ash is a new flavor we just got. The sky blue one is sea salt cheese, and the clear blue one is iced mint." The owner picked up a small bowl, scooping out scoops of ice cream as he asked, "What flavor do you want?"

"Give me a black one with sky blue accents, to try out the new variety," Yarman replied, pulling a few bills from his pocket. "How much is it in total?"

"One ball costs twenty, so that's eighty in total."

"Row!"