A chat group for a certain tower warlock

After hearing this, Yarman was amused. "Of course, he has the authority to approve group management meetings, so of course his requests for meetings are approved very quickly!"

"Yeah, I have to go to a meeting in a few days," the professor said somewhat reluctantly, tapping the bed irritably. "I wonder what new tricks he's up to. I hope he doesn't do anything reckless."

Sitting on the hospital bed, the two remained silent for a long time before Yarman suddenly said, "Is this why you suddenly asked me how many resources are still needed for the world's advancement?"

“At least if we become a planetary world, we’ll have more resilience.” The Doctor sighed again. “I’ll think of a way to sell more Originium. Maybe we should hold a promotional event. Even though it will consume future purchasing potential, it’s worth it.”

“Perhaps!” Yarman stood up from his hospital bed and said to the doctor lying on the bed, “Then you can handle this matter. As long as the world’s origin is in place, I will immediately begin preparations for the ascension and installation of the star.”

“Okay, I will get enough world essence in Gaoanli as soon as possible.” The doctor slowly closed his eyes. “Once I get it, I will give you the star, and then you can install it.”

“Alright! But my personal advice is that you shouldn’t have too high hopes.” Yarman looked at the doctor who had suddenly opened his eyes and said calmly, “Although advancing to a planetary world would be a great leap forward, you should know that we only have one star and one planet.”

"Even with the resources we get from the technological cultivation world, we can only create one more planet and a few more natural satellites at most, so..."

"So even if we advance, we'll only be a planetary system world with one star and two planets," the doctor chimed in, sighing somewhat dejectedly. "Sigh, I thought becoming a planetary system world would mean we'd have a whole bunch of planets with us."

"Stop dreaming." Yarman smiled at the naive doctor. "We can't conjure up a bunch of stone balls out of thin air. Everything has an equivalent value."

“That’s true, we can’t even conjure an Originium out of thin air,” the doctor said dejectedly.

Seeing that the doctor had calmed down, Yarman turned to leave, "Is there anything else I can help you with? If not, I'm leaving."

"Wait a minute!" The doctor immediately called out to Yarman, took out a concert voting ticket from his pocket, and handed the information to the bewildered Yarman.

"Could you help me by giving this coupon to DDD? I feel like I probably won't be able to go."

"Forehead……"

Yarman glanced at the faded ballot, a slight smile playing on his lips, and tucked it into his pocket. "Alright, I understand. You continue to recover!"

"Remember to vote for DDD! It's DDD!"

"it is good!"

Yarman left the room without looking back. As soon as he closed the door, he turned around and saw a large group of Rhodes Island people hiding on the side of the room, peeking into the room.

The most eye-catching feature was the head with its sea-blue hair and a black halo on top!

"...Tsk!" Yarman walked towards the crowd, stopping in front of Mostima. "Why are you joining in the fun? What's so interesting about this?"

"You're all getting intimate with the Doctor, so why can't I play around with the Rhodes Island people?" Mostima glanced at Yarman in front of her, then continued to scratch Amiya's long, slender bunny ears. "So cute!"

Amiya comfortably closed her eyes in her arms.

"What do you mean I went to be intimate with the Doctor? I went to talk to him about something!" Yalman said helplessly, "Some very important things!"

“Yes, yes, let’s talk business.” Mostima placed Amiya in his arms and let her run towards the ward. He looked up at Yarman, “Talking about those worlds again?”

“Yes!” Yarman stepped forward, took Mostima’s hand, and walked with her, saying, “In a while, we’ll be able to play on real stars in our own world!”

"Didn't you say our world only has one planet?"

"Not any time soon."

"How fast is 'very fast'?"

"Probably within the next few months! Maybe this weekend!"

Chapter 120: The Knight of Kazimir

"Once our world successfully advances, I'll take you to other worlds right away..."

"Forget it!" Mostima immediately rejected Yarman's suggestion. She still vividly remembered her last world trip. Going to other worlds with Yarman was like opening a blind box. No one knew what they might encounter. It might be a surprise, or it might be a shock.

"I don't like bad-flavored beans."

"Ok?"

Mostima leaned close to Yarman and said seriously, "Because you never know if the manufacturer might put a bean that tastes like animal dung in that bag of 'Flavor Beans' you're eating."

"When you go out to play, you don't expect surprises at every turn, but you hope everything goes smoothly and you don't have any messy troubles. After all, one bad apple spoils the whole bunch!"

“…Oh.” Yarman nodded at Mostima, knowing she was referring to her last trip to the One Piece world. The scenery there was indeed beautiful, and she liked it very much, but the Celestial Dragons and pirates living there made her lose her appetite.

"But this time it's our own planet! There aren't any of those strange things."

What's up there?

“Um… this…” Yarman fell silent again. After all, you can’t expect anything to be on a newly assembled stone ball, can you?

Looking at Yarman, who seemed at a loss for words, Mostima patted his shoulder and said softly, "Alright, I know what you mean, but I really don't want to go now. If you really want to take me, just choose attractions on Terra, don't go anywhere else."

“Oh, okay.” Yarman nodded a little dejectedly. He shrugged and said with a smile, “Then just tell me where you want to go in the future, and I’ll take you there.”

"Okay, okay, by the way!" Mostima glanced at her watch, then lowered her head and said, "I've already made plans with Xiao Le and the others to go cheer for the boss. I'm off!"

“Okay, go ahead.” Yarman shrugged, watching Mostima leave. He looked around, wondering what he was going to do next. Was he going to the lab to do experiments?

Just kidding, he came out here specifically to take a vacation, how could he go back early!

Only then did he suddenly realize that, apart from doing research, he had absolutely no other entertainment activities or interests.

"Oh, what should I do now?" Yarman walked down the hospital corridor, went downstairs, sat down on a bench, and began to think. "I don't think I have anything else to do. Oh right, vote for the doctor!"

He took out the ballot from his pocket, walked out of the hospital, looked at the sky, and then headed towards the direction of DDD's concert. After casting his vote, he began to do nothing again.

He walked to a bench next to the banquet table, picked up a bottle of beer and started drinking. Since he had nothing to do, he might as well just keep eating and drinking, just like those nobles, eating and drinking all day long. Of course, he wouldn't emulate the corrupt nobles of Yan Kingdom in the past.

Those nobles ate and drank purely to enjoy the delicious food, without any need to fill their stomachs. So they would place a throat lozenge and a small red bucket next to the table, and then enjoy the food with others.

Once they knew they were full, they would use something to vomit, making themselves vomit everything they had just eaten into the red bucket, then rinse their mouths, and then enjoy their food again, repeating this process for several hours.

Sitting in a chair, Yarman downed a whole bottle of beer in a few gulps. He sat leisurely on the bench, looking at the blue sky and humming a little tune.

As he hummed, his gaze shifted to a newsstand on the street. Compared to newsstands in other cities, this newsstand looked very vibrant, with its white and sky-blue exterior and glass panels on both sides making the originally cramped newsstand look much more spacious and bright.

The newsstand's business is not limited to newspapers and magazines; it also sells chilled drinks and various swimming supplies.

Yarman stepped forward, looking at the various newspapers neatly stacked like snake scales covering the entire counter, and slowly pulled one out. "Hmm? Casimir Wine Newspaper! You still have Casimir newspapers here?"

"Yes, sir, Casimir's uploads frequently pass through here!"

“Oh, that makes sense.” Yarman nodded. After all, it didn’t have a good relationship with its northern neighbor, and the northern shipping lane was managed by its neighbor, making it extremely inconvenient to travel in and out.

"Okay, how much is this newspaper?"

“Five Colombian pesos will suffice, sir.”

"for you."

Yarman gave the money to the shopkeeper, then took the newspaper and sat back down on the bench, beginning to read it. "Kasimir is a magical country! The commercial atmosphere here is exactly the same as Colombia. I wonder who's in charge here now."

"However... it should be a conjugate father and son. Casimir's infiltration of Colombia doesn't seem to be particularly serious yet. It's just some businessmen setting up shop. It's alright."

Yarman muttered to himself as he looked at the newspaper. He didn't believe the Colombian government could be infiltrated; after all, it was the most centralized government in Terra, but everyone had been deceived by its so-called freedom.

In areas it doesn't care about, you're completely free. But once you enter the areas it cares about, you have absolutely no freedom whatsoever. Don't believe me? Try not paying taxes and see!

Moreover, Colombian businessmen are no pushovers either; they might be plotting to infiltrate Kazimierz. Both sides are scheming to steal from each other's territory.

"If the top team changes hands in the end, resulting in a one-for-one trade, that would be interesting!" Yarman glanced at the few financial news items on the newspaper before turning to entertainment news.

"Blood Knights defend their title again, defeating... um..." Yarman looked at the news in front of him and shook his head with a bit of boredom. It was nothing more than various knights fighting and then saying who won.

It's all pointless. In his opinion, among the knights in Kazimierz, only the Conquest Knights are worth a second glance. The others are all second-rate. Even the titled knights are the same; they are too weak, not in spirit, but in martial arts.

Watching their fight always feels like watching a ballet. The Originium Arts are dazzling, the movements are beautiful, and the words are very engaging, but... it's boring!

The difference between them and the knights of conquest is probably the difference between a noble duelist in fine clothes and an old warrior in heavy armor; they have taken two completely different paths.

“But they need to make a living, there’s nothing we can do about it.” Yarman raised an eyebrow and continued watching with great interest, as if they were martial arts stars making a fighting movie.

These knights are undoubtedly the best and most dedicated fighting actors in all of Terra!

Chapter 121: The Voice of the Queen of Letania

"Huff...huff...huff..."

"Mr. Yarman? Mr. Yarman!"

"Oh! Hmm?" Yarman removed the newspaper from his face and looked at the person calling him. "I'm here. May I ask who you are... Officer Chen? What can I do for you?"

Sitting in the chair, Yarman looked at Chen Huijie with a puzzled expression. He straightened up and asked, "May I ask what brings you here? You seem... to have something on your mind?"

"..."

Seeing that Chen Huijie was not speaking, Yarman pointed to the empty bench next to him, "If you don't mind, you can sit here and talk. If that doesn't work, we can go to a coffee shop."

Chen Huijie slowly sat down, and said hesitantly, "Well... I have a question... a question about Originium Arts... This is a rather personal question, and I hope that once you know it, you won't tell anyone... It's just... um... you know..."

Looking at Chen Huijie, whose speech was halting and slurred like a radio with a poor signal, Yarman chuckled and made a witty remark, "Would it be easier for you to talk if I weren't here?"

"..."

"Don't get me wrong, it was just a joke." Yarman chuckled awkwardly, then looked at Chen Huijie, who seemed constipated, and said seriously, "Can I speak now?"

"So... is there some kind of Originium Arts that allows one's... soul to parasitize another person's body, and then seize control of that body?"

"This...you mean Talulah, or Black Serpent?" Yarman saw through Chen Huijie's pretense and said with a smile, "I've also joined the war, you don't need to hide it like this."

“But speaking of Originium Arts… I actually know quite a bit about them! Right now, I can come up with dozens of different spells to fulfill your request.”

"...So many?"

"Compared to other spells, there aren't many, only a little over a hundred."

"..."

Looking at Chen Huijie, who was staring in shock, Yarman leaned back on the bench and said casually, "Actually, achieving this goal is quite simple; there are only two approaches."

"The first method is to strengthen one's own spirit, forcibly enter another person's body, drive away the original owner, and take over the body. The second method is to gradually distort the other person's consciousness and make them become oneself."

After listening to Yarman's words, Chen Huijie remained silent for a long time before asking, "Then how can the occupied people be turned back?"

“The first option is to let the occupiers leave. As for the second option… there’s not much we can do.” Yarman shook his head. The second method is to turn the other person into yourself, which involves more psychological manipulation, gradually distorting the other person. Unless you can turn them back to normal, there’s no way to change that.

“...Natalura…”

“She’s using a combination of methods; Black Snake is quite capable.” Yarman shook his head. He patted Chen Huijie’s shoulder and said calmly, “There’s nothing we can do now. She’s changed. Even if Black Snake leaves, she can’t go back to being the same. Don’t think about it anymore.”

"Okay, thank you for your explanation." Chen Huijie slowly stood up from the chair, bowed to him, and then left dejectedly.

Watching Chen Huijie leave, Yarman shook his head. It was clear that she was still unwilling to give up, or rather, Chen simply didn't know what to do in this situation.

Shaking his head, Yarman folded the newspaper and tossed it aside. The knight news was so boring, full of gossip and tidbits that it made him fall asleep.

Just as he was about to get up and leave, Yarman suddenly stopped. He turned around, picked up the newspaper again, dusted it off, wrote a line on it, circled a few names, threw it hard in the direction of the hospital, clapped his hands, and turned to leave.

The thrown newspaper flew as a gray streak toward the doctor's ward, precisely into the open window, and landed flat on the ground with a crisp sound.

"Smack!"

"Ah!" ×n

The people in the room were all startled by the sudden appearance of the newspaper. The doctor, lying on his hospital bed, took a closer look and exclaimed in surprise, "It's a newspaper!"

"A newspaper?!" Amiya was startled. She stepped forward, picked up the newspaper, and walked to the Doctor's side. "A newspaper from the Casimir Wine Press. There are words here. Are they from Yan?"

"Let me see... a newspaper full of gossip. It put me to sleep, but I'm sure you'd enjoy reading this stuff, given how empty and bored you are." The doctor took the newspaper, glanced at it, and waved his hand. "It was written by that madman Yarman."

"This...how could he..."

"You mean he threw the newspaper at me? That's normal." The doctor waved his hand and said with a smile, "He's just like this when he's normal, you know, his thought process is a bit different from ours."

Ignoring the shocked Rhodes Island members around him, the Doctor opened the newspaper and began reading the names circled by Yarman. He felt that Yarman wouldn't be so bored; he must have some other purpose...

"I take back what I just thought. He's just a boring idiot!" The Doctor threw the newspaper aside and complained to Amiya, who was standing next to him, "I wondered why he tagged so many names, but it turns out that 90% of them are the subjects of gossip. How boring!"

"But... Doctor."

"I just took a look, and everyone who came out was someone with questionable morals. Don't argue with me, these are all repeat offenders, and there are a few lunatics too. It's utterly boring!"

"PhD."

"Ok?"

"How do you know that these people who have been circled are repeat offenders with questionable lifestyles?" Andercher picked up the newspaper and looked at him seriously.

"..."×n

"I, I... I've been keeping an eye on the situation in Kazimierz!" The Doctor, noticing the increasingly strange looks on the faces of the people around him, quickly pointed at Nearl and said, "I'm just concerned about the operator! Nearl will be going back to Kazimierz sooner or later, I'm just checking the current situation for her!"

Lin Guang paused for a moment, then asked with some curiosity, "Do you know who the current Grand Knight Commander is?"

"Ah...this...this..."

"And what about the chairman of the business association?"