A chat group for a certain tower warlock

Syracuse's situation is purely due to internal reasons. It's a magical country ruled by the underworld, with various families controlling the entire nation. There's a nominal leader—the Queen of Sicily—but Syracuse is still very chaotic; it's a fragmented country.

"To be honest, Syracuse pizza is quite popular in Canaan, I don't know why," Yarman muttered as he walked. Of course, it wasn't just Syracuse pizza; Colombian pizza was also very popular, and shops selling both kinds of pizzas had spread to every corner of Canaan.

Although the two often have minor disagreements over what pizza should actually be like.

He walked slowly into the city hall, but before Yarman could even step inside, he was stopped by Kronin.

“Lord Yarman, please follow me.” Kronin led Yarman to a car and opened the door for him. “Please wait a moment, we will take you to the restaurant immediately.”

“Hmm.” Yarman nodded and sat in the car. Soon, someone opened the driver’s side door, started the car, and drove out of the city hall, heading towards a restaurant not far away.

"Sir, here we are."

“Okay.” Yarman got out of the car and, guided by the staff, went to a small room at the very back of the restaurant. Seeing that the room was already half full, he was slightly taken aback. He raised his hand, looked at his watch—wasn't it not even eight o'clock yet? Why were they all here?

“Lord Yarman? Please have a seat.” Herman sat in the seat closest to the door. Seeing Yarman arrive, he stood up warmly and pointed to a seat on his left.

“Alright.” Yarman sat down, looked at the robust Lupo man opposite him, and then at the Plumphoof man in a white priestly robe beside him. “Minos, and… Syracuses?”

“Yes, Lord Yarman.” Herman turned slightly to him and whispered, “That one is the representative of the Queen of Syracuse, and that one is the representative of Minos.”

“Okay, I understand.” Yarman nodded slightly.

At this moment, the Rupert man opposite suddenly spoke up, "This must be Lord Yarman of Canaan, right? I've heard so much about you!" As he spoke, he took out a cigarette case from his pocket, opened it, and placed it in front of Yarman.

"Ah, thank you for the cigarette!" Yarman took one out, put it to his lips, and habitually touched it lightly with his hand. He said politely, "Thank you very much for the cigarette, it's very good... Oh!"

He looked at the Rupert man across from him who had just taken out a lighter, pressed the button, and was about to light his cigarette. Then he looked at the cigarette that was already lit in his own hand, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

At this moment, the Plump Hoof Man standing to the side said with a smile, "Lord Yarman's Originium Arts are indeed extraordinary."

Upon hearing the words of the Plump Hoof Man, the Ruper Man put away his lighter and sat back down in his chair. He smiled and said, "This is the first time I've ever seen Originium Arts with such precision as Lord Yarman's!"

"A mere trick, a mere trick." Yarman took the cigarette away, smiled at the two of them, "Just a little trick, nothing to mention, nothing to mention."

The Lupo man opposite him lit a cigarette and started smoking. Seeing this, the other two also took out cigarettes and started smoking, and soon the whole room was filled with smoke.

Half an hour later, the door opened again, and a Sakota with a halo walked into the room chatting happily with a Liberian. However, the smell of smoke in the room made him frown.

"Gentlemen, smoking is harmful to your health!" The Sarkaz snapped his fingers lightly, and a gentle breeze swept through the room, carrying away all the smoke.

A Sarkazor? Where did this weirdo come from?

Yarman raised an eyebrow at the person in front of him. He had thought that the Sarkaz people used guns, but this Lateran representative not only did not use guns, but also used magic!

“Sir, the Sakotas don’t necessarily only use guns, so there’s no need to be so surprised.”

"Oh, I'm sorry." Yarman nodded with a smile.

Liboli pulled out a chair for the Lateran representative and sat down at the head of the table. Looking at everyone around the table, he smiled and said, "I'm glad you all could attend this meeting. Rembiton's representative is unable to attend due to some matters. Let's begin!"

"Let's start with the food. Relax, everyone. This is just an informal meeting."

Chapter 115: A Banquet? A Radish Meeting!

It's 9:30 p.m.

Emerging from the room, Yarman boarded the car that was already waiting outside the restaurant. Sitting inside, he sighed softly, closed his eyes, and said, "To the Siesta Foreign Guests Reception Area."

"Yes, sir."

Back at the hotel, Yarman sat down in the lobby lounge area and began to rest, propping his head up with his hand. It wasn't that the banquet was particularly tiring or physically exhausting, but rather a pure mental fatigue, like being forced to watch a terrible movie all night.

It is a form of mental torment and mental exhaustion.

"Ring ring~ Ring ring~"

"Hello?" Yarman picked up the phone and asked wearily, "What's up?"

Didn't you go to eat?

"I've finished eating, and I'm going back to the hotel now," Yarman said, sounding both helpless and exhausted. "I'll never attend these kinds of banquets again; they're a complete waste of my life."

"What's wrong? You seem annoyed." A slightly amused voice came from the other end of the phone. "Tell me so I can have a good laugh too?"

“The entire conference table basically represents all the flaws of humankind!” Yarman complained into the microphone. “The Colombian representative is pretentious all day long. He wants to take 40% of the shipping route’s profits, but he’s afraid of being contradicted. So he keeps hinting that we should give it to him voluntarily.”

"That Rupert man from Syracuse was a complete brute. All he did at the banquet was eat, like a pig rooting for food in its trough. If there weren't other people watching, I think he would have trampled his front hooves into the dishes. The food he ate was as unsightly as a wrinkled, dirty tablecloth."

"That Minos representative is a weirdo, extremely arrogant and utterly incompetent. He doesn't even know what this banquet is for. The whole banquet is either chanting scriptures or praising their country's heroes. When it comes to the division of profits, he only knows what percentage he wants, but he doesn't know anything about the specific revenue points!"

"Lord Herman is the same. Yes, he's sided with Columbia, everyone knows that, but there's no need for him to be so eager to curry favor. He's practically offering the entire Siesta to Columbia right now, spending the whole night echoing the Columbia representative's words, just like his straight man!"

"Finally, it's your Lateran representative, sigh!" Yarman sighed deeply, speechless as he listened to the almost bursting laughter on the other end of the microphone.

"Tell me, what's wrong with Representative Laterano?" Mostima said into the phone, while pulling Exusiai over and gesturing to the few people around her who were laughing hysterically.

"Him? He's fighting with that Luper Pig for dessert!" Yarman said speechlessly. "He's also demanding that their messengers be stationed in all the countries. He wants to establish a messenger network connecting the entire shipping route, led by Laterano, with other forces discussing it together."

"If we disregard the fact that he almost got into a fight with the Lupo people over dessert, he was one of the only two normal humans that night, although he was also a talkative but empty-headed person who knew almost nothing about other countries' cultures, the construction of shipping routes, or specific revenue streams."

Hahahaha~~~~

Hearing the shrill laughter from the other end of the microphone, Yarman sighed again. As for him, he was the worst off. Not only did he not get any food, but he also had to deal with several other representatives who kept bragging, and on the other hand, he had to balance their various strange opinions to prevent the meeting from collapsing.

"Sir, your Dongguo-style ramen has arrived. Here is a complimentary lemonade."

"OK, thanks."

Yarman nodded and began eating the large bowl of thick ramen in front of him. He desperately needed to eat something to balance his emotions.

"Huh? You ordered something to eat? You didn't eat anything at the whole banquet, did you?"

“Do you expect me to go and fight with that Sakota from the Lupo for food? No, I would never do that!” Yarman said with great composure, “I am not a barbarian, I am not like those barbarians.”

"Yes, yes!"

"Are you still out having fun?" Yarman asked while slurping his noodles. "Are you coming back tonight?"

"Probably, I don't know, they seem to be having a lot of fun." Mostima glanced at the people around him and said into the phone, "I don't have much time right now, we'll talk about it later!"

"Okay! I'll eat first." Yarman hung up the phone and continued eating. Halfway through his meal, he suddenly realized that he was all alone.

He had originally planned to go play with the Doctor after eating, but he suddenly realized that the Doctor was going to play with the Rhodes Island people, while Mostima was playing with the Penguin Logistics people, leaving him all alone here.

"Never mind, I'll just go for a walk by myself." Yarman finished the last bite of noodles, drank the lemonade in one gulp, and got up to walk out of the hotel.

Anyway, the music festival hasn't ended yet, and the streets are full of street performers. Tomorrow is the official start of the music festival, and there are all sorts of activities everywhere on the streets.

Walking down the street, Yarman leisurely looked around. The entire street was filled with various large ornaments, as well as an extremely long banquet that stretched from one end of the street to the other, filled with all kinds of drinks, including cola, juice, and some local specialty drinks, but the most abundant was beer.

The table was covered with various kinds of beer, and there were drunkards lying unconscious on the ground around the banquet, clutching beer bottles tightly in their hands. They were moved to the side of the road to avoid obstructing traffic.

He stepped forward, picked up an unopened bottle of beer, glanced at the brand, and said with some surprise, "I didn't expect you to still have Letania beer here, even if it's mass-produced..."

He opened the beer bottle, took a swig, and said, "It seems alright. Oh well, whatever."

Soon, he arrived at the street, where he could clearly see three huge stage rising from the ground. The three stage were arranged in a triangle, facing three different directions. Visitors would only need to go to the direction their favorite singer was facing to see the stage.

"With so many people, the front row will definitely be too crowded. If the high-rise residential buildings around here opened their rooftops and charged tourists to watch the performances, they could probably make a profit, right?" Yarman muttered, looking at the surrounding houses. "Sell some telescopes, snacks, and stuff like that."

"Okay, there really is, and they've already started pre-sales! This boss knows how to do business!"

Chapter 116: Praying for bold text and a barrage of comments

“My Lord! We have met again! Your servant has returned to your side once more!”

Seeing Specter suddenly appear before him from nowhere, Yarman paused, slowly lowering the beer bottle from his lips. He looked at Specter and asked slowly, "You...why again this time...no, didn't you go back to Rhodes Island? Why..."

"No, my lord, I have already resigned from Rhodes Island."

"……what?"

"I am now a free man, and I will follow you."

"……what!"

Yarman looked at Specter, who had suddenly appeared in front of him, scratched his head, sighed softly, and asked Specter again, "Why did you leave Rhodes Island? You have your companions there, as well as a member of your race, and you also have excellent treatment."

“I believe that only by following you can I find true salvation.”

Looking at the resolute Specter before him, Yarman remained silent for a moment before finally nodding. "Alright, I agree. From now on, you'll be with me. I'll talk to the Doctor. Have you packed all your things at Rhodes Island?"

“I don’t need to pack anything.” Ghost Shark looked at Yarman and said seriously, “I’m ready to go anytime you need me.”

“Alright then, let’s go. Although I haven’t figured out what you’re going to do with me yet.” Yarman waved to her, and the two walked together on the brightly lit street. “Let me think about what you can do… By the way, would you like to go on a business trip? I mean, the kind where you leave the human world.”

"Business trip? You mean homeless?"

“No, no, no, it’s not wandering, it’s a business trip.” Yarman shook his head and explained to her seriously, “I need you to leave human society and go to other places on Terra to observe the ecology of those places, record the creatures there, and assist me in managing this Terra world.”

"You manage this world of Terra?"

"Is it strange?" Yarman frowned slightly and said with a puzzled look, "You should already know my identity. You even know my real name, but you don't know my powers in this world... Wait, did you silently recite my real name after you went back?"

Ghost Shark thought for a moment, then said devoutly, "Don't you know that I'm holding the divine weapon you gave me, kneeling on the ground, praying to you towards the sky?"

“This prayer can’t be too slow,” Yarman explained to her. “After all, so many beings are praying. If you want to be noticed by God, you first need to be devout so that the text in the message will be larger. Secondly, you need to keep praying and be fast so that the message can be generated in a short time. This will increase the chances of being seen by God.”

"Simply put, the prayer must be sincere and persistent, and most importantly, it must be posted on social media."

“I understand!” Ghost Shark nodded, seemingly understanding. “Then I will pray to you 24 hours a day from now on. I believe you will see my comments.”

Tsk, why is this kid so stubborn? You're already God's messenger, do you still need to pray? Ah! Why don't you just ask God for a private contact number and call him directly if anything comes up?

"...This...is really unnecessary."

Yar touched his forehead with a bit of helplessness. He took out a phone from his pocket. "Here, take this. The password is 123456. The first number in it is my phone number. You can call me directly or send me a message if you need anything."

Are there base stations outside the human world?

“This is a satellite phone. It connects to my spaceship and doesn’t need a base station.” Yarman placed the phone in her hand and carefully explained, “Look, this is how you turn it on. Then press this to make a call. This is the text messaging function, and this is the archive.”

"And what about this?" Specter pointed to a square icon on the screen and asked Yarman, "What's this for? Video call? Or camera?"

"No, this is an Ursus block."

"what?"

“I wrote these little games so you won’t get bored outside.” Yarman pointed to the app store on the other side. “They’re all apps I wrote myself, mostly functional ones. There are fewer games, just Originium Bug Solitaire, Minesweeper, Connect Four, and Gold Miner.”

"Wow! That's amazing!" Ghost Shark nodded in amazement. "You can see it just by sending messages and making calls with this phone?"

"Yes, as long as you're still on Terra, that's fine."

"Ok!"

Just as Yarman was talking to Specter, the Penguin Logistics team arrived on the street. Only Emperor was missing from the group. After all, they were going to perform on stage tomorrow, and they needed to practice now. It would be embarrassing if they didn't perform well and were surpassed by the other two juniors.

"Is that... Yarman?" Exusiai suddenly noticed Yarman wandering aimlessly down the street, along with the beautiful black-robed nun beside him, and asked somewhat uncertainly.

Upon hearing this, Mostima turned her head. "Hmm? Where?"

"That one over there."

“Hmm…yes! That’s right!” Mostima looked for a while, nodded seriously, and walked directly in his direction before the others could speak.

"Press this button to download..."

"Ok!"

What are you talking about?

“I was teaching my divine messenger how to use a mobile phone… Mostima?” Yarman looked up at the person in front of him, paused for a moment when he saw her smiling, then looked behind her. “You weren’t talking to the Penguin Logistics people…”

"Yarman!" Exusiai was still very cheerful. She ran up happily, and just as she was about to say something, she saw Specter's calm expression. She said somewhat uncertainly, "You are... that one from Rhodes Island..."

“Not anymore.” Specter interrupted Exusiai, smiling as she said, “I am now my Lord’s messenger, a shepherd spreading my Lord’s blessings in the mortal realm.”

After saying that, she bowed again in Mostima's direction, saying, "I pray for you."

"...What happened?"

Mostima walked up to Yarman, tugged at his sleeve, and whispered, "Weren't you supposed to be eating? What's going on? When did you get a divine messenger?"

“This…the situation is a bit complicated.” Yarman looked at Mostima with a complex expression and said, “I can’t explain this to you in a short time, we…”

"Send your memories to me directly!"

"Row!"

Yarman nodded her head and transmitted his memories to her.

After reading all of his memories, Mostima stood there, glancing at the Specter with a hint of pity. "What a pitiful child. He's just escaped one danger only to fall into another. Alas! What a tragedy!"

"What do you mean by 'tiger's den'? What's wrong with my place!" Yarman was a little unhappy. His treatment of his employees was among the best in the entire universe!

"Going out to explore beyond the human world, how is that any different from the earliest explorers? It's so dangerous!"