A chat group for a certain tower warlock

Looking at the messy forms in front of him, Yarman sighed helplessly, picked up a pen and started filling them out. He had no choice; if he didn't fill them out, he definitely wouldn't be able to enter Lungmen.

It took about twenty minutes for Yarman to finally finish filling out the form in front of him. He put down his pen, rubbed his wrist, and looked at the dragon members standing to the side. "Alright, sir, I'm done."

“Hmm.” The dragon member nodded, took out a small notebook from the side, signed his name in it, and then handed it to Yarman. “This is your weapon permit. You can show it if my colleagues question you.”

"Hmm... Chen Huijie?" Yarman opened the notebook, looked at the signature on it, and slowly read it aloud.

"Yes, that's my name," the dragon member replied calmly.

Chen Huijie... isn't that Old Chen's real name?!

Yarman then realized what was happening. He looked at the woman standing in front of him and sized her up. He found it hard to connect the woman in combat uniform on duty at the Dragon Gate Pass with Superintendent Chen.

[Yan Kingdom profanity]! The game illustrations and the real-life versions are completely different!

"What's wrong?" Chen Huijie looked at Yarman, who was standing to the side and staring at her, and frowned slightly.

Yarman shook his head. "It's nothing. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

"Nothing."

“Alright, I’m off then.” Yarman nodded and walked towards the interior of Lungmen. He needed to book a hotel first. There was no other way; due to the natural disaster, the entire world had been divided into isolated islands, and the communication networks were shockingly backward. Most of them were metropolitan area networks, and only a very few countries had established wide area networks covering their own territory.

Even if a wide area network covering a country is established, the networks of different countries are not connected to those of other countries. Therefore, to know news from other countries, information must be delivered by messengers.

But this raises a new problem: how do you know when the messenger will arrive, or whether he will die on the way? Terra is so dangerous; every year, quite a few messengers die in the wilderness.

This has led to extreme isolation of information between countries, making it virtually impossible to book tickets online in advance for travel to other countries, as there is simply no connection.

Of course, military intelligence is not within the scope of this discussion. Almost every country has designed a complete information transmission system specifically for the military field to ensure real-time monitoring of the military movements of other countries. Although it cannot compare with the defense fiber optic cables of the previous life, it is still very good.

At the same time, because of the high cost of transmitting information through this system, it can only be used in a few important fields and is basically not open to the civilian sector.

As far as he knew, only Colombia had opened up a portion of it, but the price was very high, 87.98 Colombian pesos per word, which was basically unaffordable for most people.

After walking for quite some time, Yarman finally arrived at the core urban area of ​​Lungmen. Looking at the slums behind him, which resembled Leviathan, and then at the vibrant core urban area before him, he sighed softly.

“Prosperous cities are all different, but poor slums are mostly the same.” Yarman sighed deeply. Before reaching the core city, he carefully observed the slums and found that Lungmen’s slums were surprisingly similar to Kazdel’s slums, except that the people living there were of different races.

Similarly, there are always a surprisingly large number of infected people in the outer city areas, while not a single one can be found in the inner city areas.

After passing the infected person check at the entrance, Yarman headed towards the core urban area. Walking on the street, looking at the bustling crowd around him, Yarman struggled to navigate through the crowd in search of a hotel.

"Is it some kind of holiday today? Why are there so many people!" Yarman squeezed his way to the entrance of a hotel, and just as he was about to go in and book a room, the doorman told him that the hotel was already full.

After that, he went to several more hotels, but received the same message each time: all the hotels were full. At the last hotel, he received even worse news: all the hotels in the core area were sold out.

"Fine! I guess I'll have to stay at a hotel in the outer city!" Yarman left the core city with a bit of a headache and entered the outer city. He wandered aimlessly through the streets of the outer city, which was much larger than the core city.

After walking for a long time, Yarman was a little tired. He had been walking for almost five hours and hadn't stopped since getting off the landship. The long walk had made him hungry.

Looking around, he noticed a small stall ahead. He walked over and found it was a fish ball stall. The owner was a kind-looking old man who was very skilled at making fish balls, and it was a pleasure to watch.

He sat down at a table set up in front of the stall, put down his suitcase, and called out to the owner, "Boss, how much is a serving of your fish balls?"

"Twelve pieces for one serving, that's about three ounces." The shopkeeper looked up at him and smiled, "Young man, how many do you want?"

"Give me... one pound, please!" Yarman thought for a moment and said to the shopkeeper.

"Okay!" the boss agreed, and then began making it.

Sitting in his chair, bored out of his mind, Yarman opened the chat group to see what his friends were up to.

Veronica: You horny idiot, hahahahaha!

Lin Yi: I was just trying to help a troubled girl, how was I supposed to know she was a honey trap!

Lindal: So how much of what you had been plundered is left?

Lin Yi: Actually, there aren't many. Most of my things are stored in my dantian. The things I carry on my body are mostly useless junk.

Yarman: The group admin actually got scammed? Hahahaha!

Tesla: Brothers! I've solved the problem! @CatHeadTowerWarlock, thanks, the method you mentioned is incredibly useful. I've now installed a large-scale brainwashing device on the energy tower, brainwashing my people 24/7 to make them obey!

Tesla: Now they're incredibly obedient! If you tell them to go east, they'll never go west; if you tell them to catch a dog, they'll never chase a chicken. They're perfect!

Yarman: Good heavens, you actually use magic like this? I wonder what Albus would think if he saw this.

Dumbledore: I think it's pretty good. I've been trying to combine magic and technology recently, and I've already made some progress. I feel this path is feasible!

Lindal: It is indeed feasible. I have been pushing this plan for a long time, and there will be a major breakthrough soon, which will lead to a new wave of technological explosion!

Scranton: I'm doing alright on my end too. The cultivation techniques have been popularized among the members of the Special Task Force, which has greatly improved their survival rate, so it's a good thing!

Veronica: I'm doing alright. I've made some breakthroughs recently, and now I can face some weaker Great Old Ones head-on.

Yarman: Goodness, you guys are getting one good news after another, even the group admin is being seduced, while I can't even find a hotel here!

Lin Yi: Get lost!

Chapter 11: Fish Balls Are So Delicious

"Young man, here's your pound of fish balls." The owner placed a large bowl of fish balls in front of Yarman, and then put a bottle of chili sauce and tomato sauce on his table. "These are the ingredients."

Picking up the ketchup, Yarman squeezed a large dollop onto the fish balls and began to devour them. Seeing this, the owner said curiously, "Aren't you going to add chili sauce? I see that young people these days really like adding chili sauce."

“No, I can’t handle spicy food,” Yarman said between bites. “Besides, I’m not young anymore. I’m already twenty-eight this year, and in a few years I’ll be thirty. How can I dare to eat spicy food like that?”

"Huh?!" The boss was taken aback. He looked at Yarman carefully and said with some surprise, "I can't believe it, sir. You look so young, yet you're already in your thirties."

"Just a simple little spell, nothing special." Yarman swallowed the fish ball in his mouth, looked at the shopkeeper in front of him and smiled, "But your fish balls are really delicious!"

"That's right, I'm not bragging, this fish ball of mine..."

"Beep beep beep beep~~~~~~"

"Get away from me!!!"

Feeling the surging airflow beside him, Yarman turned his head in surprise and saw a large white truck speeding towards him. The roar of the engine was mixed with the sound of a horn, and a Sarkaz with a halo was shouting something at him.

[Leytanian profanity], what's going on here?

Seeing the Sarkaz's anxious look and the Lupo in the cockpit who had pulled the steering wheel out, Yarman immediately understood: good heavens, they've broken the car while driving, and the brakes won't come out!

Looking at the large truck that was clearly not going to stop, Yarman was certain that with his physical abilities, he couldn't avoid it at this point. If he didn't take action, he would definitely be hit and sent flying into the sky along with his boss and the stall!

"Petrify them all!"

Yarman pulled his staff from his robes and pointed it at the oncoming truck. A beam of dark blue magic struck the truck, freezing it in place in a way that defied the laws of mechanics, as the two people inside watched in horror.

"Phew~~ Albus and the others' spells are really useful. Without their spells, I would have had to melt this truck and its crew together!" Yarman breathed a sigh of relief. He was very satisfied with Albus and the others' life magic, and smiled as he pointed at the truck, "Stop with Spell!"

"Dangdang!"

The truck crashed down, and the Sakota man who had popped out of the window was thrown out and landed on the asphalt road like a dead fish.

"Come on!"

Ignoring the mess behind him, Yarman sat back down in his chair and continued eating his fish balls.

The stall owner stared in shock at the scene before him. After a long pause, he said to Yarman, who was eating fish balls, "Sir, you're a sorcerer! I thought you were..."

“You’re a warrior, aren’t you?” Yarman finished the last fish ball, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and patted the scimitar and chainsaw sword at his waist. “These are just antiques I bought. I just had nowhere else to put them, so I had to wear them on my waist. I’m actually a wizard.”

As he spoke, he stood up and took a wallet from his pocket. "Boss, how much?"

"That's fifty Lungmen dollars in total," the shopkeeper said, looking at him.

"Fifty... LMD?!" Yarman was stunned for a moment. He looked at his wallet full of Letanian Coins with a bit of embarrassment, and looked up to ask, "Boss, I haven't exchanged any LMD yet. Do you accept Letanian Coins here?"

"We don't accept Letanian coins." The shopkeeper was also stunned. He didn't expect that this person, who looked like a rich man, wouldn't have Lungmen coins!

"This...this is a bit difficult!" Yarman muttered somewhat awkwardly. He began to look around, trying to find a way to solve the problem. Finally, he focused his attention on the two truck drivers who had just gotten up from the ground and were cleaning themselves up.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to exchange some money."

"Wait a minute, sir..."

He walked up to the two men who were also looking at him and said, "Do you two have any LMD coins? I'd like to exchange some LMD with you using Letanian coins."

The two men exchanged a glance, and the Sarkaz man smiled. "Sorry, boss, I don't have any money on me."

The Lupo standing nearby patted his pocket and pulled out a few crumpled blue LMD bills. "How many do you want to exchange?"

“Fifty is enough.” Yarman took out three hundred-yuan bills from his wallet, handed them to the Rupert woman, and took fifty yuan from her. He walked up to the shopkeeper and handed it to him, saying, “Your fish balls are delicious!”

"Thank you, sir." The shopkeeper didn't take the money, but smiled and said, "I won't take your money this time. If it weren't for your help, my little stall would have been blown to bits."

Hearing the shopkeeper's words, Yarman didn't take the money back. Instead, he put the money on the table and glanced at the dark area behind the stall. "How could that be? Even without me, your stall would be fine."

With such a powerful figure behind them, even the main guns of a land-based warship might not be able to cause any trouble, let alone a small, out-of-control truck.

Seemingly noticing his gaze, a short figure emerged from the shadows. It was a Zhalak, a traitorous man, wearing a white fleece-lined overcoat, a purple traditional Yan-style shirt underneath, and leaning on a dragon-headed cane.

Looking at the tall man in the wizard's robes before him, Zalak asked with a hint of doubt, "A Tower Warlock of Letania?"

“The Rat King of Lungmen?” Yarman looked at him and said slowly, “You can call me Yarman, but you’re right, I am indeed a tower sorcerer.”

"What brings you to Lungmen, tower sorcerer of Letania?" The Rat King squinted at Yarman and asked slowly, his voice aged and dignified.

"I'm just here for tourism. It's so boring to stay in the magic tower all day, serving those idiots. I wanted to get out and about." Yarman was not afraid at all. With his current level of magic, he would dare to fight even if the Witch King were resurrected, and he was confident that he would win.

As he spoke, he glanced at the embarrassed angel and wolf standing behind him, "However, Lungmen's welcoming ceremony is quite unique."

"It was just a rash mistake by one of the old penguin's underlings, please don't take it to heart." The Rat King excused the two, then looked at him seriously and added, "Sir, you are welcome to visit this place, but please remember, do not cross the line of Dragon Gate!"

"That's natural!"

Chapter Twelve: Searching for a Hotel Leads to Jail

Watching the Rat King leave, Yarman also picked up his suitcase and prepared to leave. He hadn't found a place to stay yet, and he needed to find a hotel to stay in first.

"Sigh, it's so late, I don't know where I can find a place to stay!" Yarman, carrying his suitcase, stood in front of the stall looking around with a headache. As an out-of-towner, where could he find a place to stay so late?

"Tsk! We're doomed! We'll have to sleep under the overpass!" Yarman stood there irritably, looking around before finally fixing his gaze on the two idiots trying to fix the car. "Maybe we'll still have to rely on them!"

Seeing the two men repairing their car, he approached them again and asked, "Do you need car repair services? The payment is simple: just find me a suitable hotel."

"Huh?" The Sarkaz asked curiously, exchanging a glance with the Lupo beside her. She asked, somewhat puzzled, "Can tower sorcerers fix cars?"

“99.99% of them don’t know how, I’m in the remaining 0.01%.” Yarman held his staff in his right hand and his suitcase in his left, and asked again, “Do you need car repair services? The payment is just to take me to a suitable hotel, it’s a small favor for you.”

“Well… alright.” The Sarkaz stepped aside, raising his right hand slightly toward the lowered car, indicating that they agreed to his request and that he could operate the vehicle as he pleased.

Yarman did not step forward, but instead raised his staff, and a brilliant magical light shone once again, a pale green transparent beam of magical light hitting the truck.

"Restored to its original state!"

Instantly, the truck began to wiggle, the detached steering wheel automatically returned to its original position, and other bends caused by the impact were repaired. Under the stunned gazes of the two men, the long-dilapidated truck was transformed into something brand new.

"Alright, the truck's fixed." Yarman looked at the two stunned people and said with a smile, "Now, can you take me to a hotel?"

“…Okay, okay.” The Sarkaz and Lupo exchanged another glance. The Lupo walked skillfully toward the driver’s seat, while the Sarkaz gestured for Yarman to get into the car.

Under his boss's worried gaze, Yarman smiled and waved goodbye before getting into his car and driving away, never to return.

Sitting in the back seat, Yarman stared silently out the window. After a long while, a voice suddenly came from the front, "Mr. Sorcerer, you... just now..."

“Just some basic spells for everyday life,” Yarman said gently. “After all, I am a tower sorcerer, and spells are a part of my life, so naturally I have learned these little tricks.”

“For example… like this!” Yarman pulled out a twenty-dollar Letanian coin from his pocket, took out his staff and tapped it lightly. The coin immediately turned into a bouquet of fragrant violets. He placed the flower in front of the Sarkaz who had leaned over. “Here you go.”

"Thank you!" The Sarkaz man took the flower and began to smell it.

Watching the Sarkaz smell the flowers, Yarman glanced at the scenery outside the window disappearing faster and faster, and asked with a bit of curiosity, "I wanted to ask, are there no speed limits on the highways in Lungmen?"

"Huh? Speed ​​limit!" The Sarkaz looked up and answered him.

What's the speed limit?

"120 Ah!"

"You guys are going 150 km/h now!" Yarman leaned over to look at the dashboard, and sure enough, it read 156. "You guys aren't just driving too fast, you're flying too low! Even on the highways of Letania, there aren't many cars that can go faster than you!"

"Is there no speed limit on the highways in Letania?" the Lupo asked, speaking for the first time in a long time.

Yarman nodded in reply, "Yes, there's no speed limit, but everyone drives pretty slowly. Although some reckless drivers dare to go over 300 km/h, most of them don't end up in a bad situation."

He was once in charge of handling the scene of a large-scale car crash. The scene was very shocking. After the cars collided and exploded, they completely merged into one, becoming a huge steel monster flowing with blood and flames. Its enormous weight and the extremely high concentration of Originium dust after the explosion were a headache.

Finally, the Letanian government asked him to deal with the Leviathan blocking the highway. He spent six hours continuously casting fire spells to cut the lump of steel into pieces that a crane could lift. As for the driver inside…

Unfortunately, in the end, none of them were intact. Most of the time, a few unidentified parts were found, while the rest were all turned into minced meat or ashes and smeared on the car.

While seated, Yarman suddenly heard an alarm. He looked out the window and saw several police cars closely following them, while someone shouted at them.

"Oh right, I forgot something. What kind of goods are you delivering?" Yarman looked at the two people in front of him, and he suddenly had a bad feeling. He felt like he might have gotten on a thief's bus!