A chat group for a certain tower warlock

“You brought that money back, so you naturally have the right of first refusal,” Amiya said matter-of-factly.

Hearing Yarman's words, Yarman was taken aback, then suddenly laughed. He squatted down, touched her long ears, and said cheerfully, "Want a cigarette... No, you can't. Is there anything Amiya wants to buy?"

"I do not have……"

"Boss, give me a box of that stuff!" Yarman called out to the shopkeeper, pointing to an exquisite candy box and asking, "How much is a box of those candies?"

"Two dollars is enough, sir."

"Give me a box, and another pack of cigarettes." Yarman placed the three coins he had left on the table, took the candy and cigarettes from the shopkeeper, and put the candy in Amiya's hand. "Please have some."

"Thank you, Mr. Yarman."

“This is a reward for good girls.” Yarman chuckled and scratched Amiya’s long ears. “Alright, all I need is a cigarette, nothing else. Go play by yourself, or you can watch Animal World with me.”

"what?"

"It's nothing, go back." Yarman rubbed her little ear again, escorted her back to Kal'tsit's side, and then sat back down in his chair, smoking incessantly.

[Leytania profanity], the smoke here is really strong, it's intoxicating!

Meanwhile, the Doctor and his companions finally figured out how to allocate the money in the purse. Now they needed someone knowledgeable in identifying various magical items to help them, like Kal'tsit. However, that big shot was currently explaining to Amiya the harmful effects of eating too much candy on her teeth, so…

"Stop spitting it out, you're about to have a seizure! Get up, help us take a look, give us your opinion." The doctor walked over to Yarman and kicked his chair. "Get up now!"

"Ugh... ugh... I can't get up..."

"You really can't get up?"

"Mmm~~~~"

"Alright! I have a way!" The Doctor looked at Yarman, who was now a useless cat, and decisively took out his tablet and tapped Yarman's icon to promote him.

"boom!"

A massive vortex of magical energy appeared in the shop, draining away all the surrounding energy and slowly lifting Yarman's body into the air before he fell to the ground.

"I've finally returned to being a great wizard." Yarman let out a deep sigh of relief, then took another drag of his cigarette and sat back down in his chair. He was back to being a useless cat, the only difference being that his tail started wagging wildly like a propeller.

"...Fine! You're really something!" The doctor was getting angry at Yarman. Good grief, I spent so many resources to promote you, but you're like a useless person. I asked you to come over and take a look, but you didn't even move. No, I absolutely can't let him keep smoking. If he keeps smoking, he'll be ruined!

But... I really don't know how to control him... Wait!

The Doctor looked at the caster section on the tablet, a sinister smile flashing across his lips. "I really can't control you, so I'll get someone who can to manage you. Perfect timing, back in Siesta, Mostima also left an unofficial file on Rhodes Island, as an unofficial temporary staff member!"

The Doctor tapped Mostima's icon lightly and looked at Yarman with a leisurely air. "I personally advise you that you'd better throw away your damn cigarette and come help me!"

“I won’t!” Yarman said calmly, taking another drag of his cigarette and arrogantly blowing a smoke ring at the Doctor. “Not only will I smoke, I’ll keep smoking. What can you do about it?”

"Wow, you're really something! You can smoke that much!"

“Of course… um?” Yarman suddenly felt something was wrong. The air around him was too quiet, and there was an inexplicable chill. He turned his head sharply and froze in his chair, the cigarette in his hand still in his mouth.

Mostima gently took the cigarette, glanced at it, casually stubbed it out, and said with a sneer, hands on his hips, "Wow, impressive! Such a strong stimulant smell! Can I have one too?"

"...Xiao Mo, what brings you here?"

Chapter 134: Beer? No, it's wheat juice.

"Stop talking, darling, stop talking." Yarman finally gave in. He looked at Mostima, who had been nagging him for a full half hour, and said helplessly, "I promise I won't smoke anymore, okay? I'll give you the cigarette pack, just stop talking, stop talking."

"...You find me annoying?"

"No, no, no, I'm just worried that you'll hurt your voice if you talk for too long." Yarman nodded subconsciously, then immediately shook his head like a rattle-drum.

Mostima snatched the cigarette pack away forcefully. With a flash of green light, the pack and cigarettes vanished into thin air. Time was like a toy in her hands, held in the power of life and death.

"Alright, go over and check those things for them. They seem to be in a hurry," Mostima said, looking at the group standing in front of the counter, constantly stroking the various weapons.

With a sigh, Mitsuru stood up and walked towards the counter. As he passed the Doctor, he glared at the smiling Doctor. This guy actually called Mostima here. He had no idea when Mostima left a file on Rhodes Island. This birdman actually used her!

"Speak, what do you want me to see?" Yarman walked to the counter, straightened his expression, and asked the people beside him.

"I'd like to ask, which type of bullet do you think is more suitable for our upcoming battle?" Scout asked seriously, looking at him. There were five different types of bullets in front of him, each with its own characteristics. "Or, should we just switch to different guns, like laser weapons?"

To be honest, he wants all of them right now. Whether it's bullets with tearing spells, explosive bombs, bullets with high penetrating power, or the other two, bullets that can tear apart energy creations and bullets with potent neurotoxins, they are all good stuff!

"Forget about replacing the gun, we don't have the money." Yarman shook his head and gestured for the shopkeeper to come over. "Do you have any laser-resistant clothing coating?"

"This... we have it!" The shopkeeper walked to the side, took out a paint-like tin can from the bottom cabinet, placed it on the table and said, "Apply this to clothes, it can effectively resist lasers. One can is fifteen liters, which can cover about 225 square meters of fabric. It's fifteen yuan a can, and a brush is included."

“Okay, we’ll buy it.” Yarman counted out fifteen coins from the bag and placed them in front of him. Then he put the tin can and brush in front of the doctor and waved them at him. “Paint everyone.”

"Okay!" The doctor nodded, pried open the metal bucket, and began to apply anti-laser paint to everyone's clothes. This metallic liquid paint had a slightly pungent smell, and the operators tried to avoid it, but considering the power of the laser weapon, they had no choice but to twist their noses and let the doctor apply it to their bodies.

"Don't look down on me, but this is fifteen yuan a bucket! This is a life-saving stuff. Later on, you won't even have any left to apply. Kal'tsit, you! Come on... do it yourself."

Ignoring the doctor clowning behind him, Yarman looked at the bullets in front of him and asked the shopkeeper directly, "How much are these bullets per box? How many are in a box? Just tell me."

"They're all 50 rounds a box. Tear-through bullets, explosive bullets, and poison bullets are three yuan a box, armor-piercing bullets are four yuan a box, and anti-magic bullets are five yuan a box." The shopkeeper said with his arms crossed and a smile, "They're all mass-produced cheap stuff."

"Of course, cheap products don't mean they're not powerful; I believe you all understand this principle."

"There are still thirty-two dollars left... Have you bought weapons for everyone else?" Yarman looked at Pith and the others, and after they indicated that they didn't need any, he turned back and continued, "We definitely need every kind of bullet. By the way, Stormeye, how are your arrows?"

"Arrows, we offer three types of arrows." The shopkeeper immediately took over, taking out three buckets of arrows from behind him. "Ordinary arrows, armor-piercing arrows, and these, explosive arrows. Each bucket contains 24 arrows, priced at one, two, and three pieces respectively. Customers can choose for themselves."

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"One barrel of armor-piercing material and one barrel of explosive material." Stormeye took both barrels.

"The rest, three boxes of tear bullets, and half a box each of explosive rounds, armor-piercing rounds, and anti-magic rounds!" Yarman said decisively. He looked at the shopkeeper, who nodded and placed the fully packaged bullets in front of them.

"You guys distribute the bullets. Oh, and give the explosive rounds to Meteorite, to replace her grenades." After saying that, Yarman turned to Touch and Kal'tsit, "We still have ten and a half coins. What kind of medicine do we need?"

Kal'tsit stepped forward, stood in front of the counter, and said directly, "Leave the rest to me."

“Okay, then you go ahead.” Yalman nodded and walked straight back to Mostima’s side. He looked at her and asked, “Do you want to buy something? There…”

“I’ve brought them all.” Mostima took out several defensive devices from his pocket, as well as several disposable offensive spell artifacts. “I’ve brought them all, you don’t need them.”

"Ah, this..." Yarman blinked, he hadn't expected Mostima to have brought these things with her!

She shook her head with a hint of helplessness. "I didn't expect you guys to be having such a big fuss here. When I first received the invitation, they told me it was like participating in a trip."

"Well... to be honest, we didn't expect things to go this far," Yarman said somewhat awkwardly. "But it is indeed a trip. Look around here, where have you seen anything like this before?"

At the counter, Kal'tsit had also finished purchasing the medicine. There were only two coins left on the table. Looking at these two coins, no one knew what to do with them.

At this moment, the doctor stepped forward, picked up two yuan, looked at the shopkeeper, and said, "Boss, do you have blind boxes here?"

"Blind boxes? You mean lotteries? Of course." The shopkeeper turned around, took out a red box, and placed it in front of him. "One yuan per entry, 100% chance of winning, with the top prize being a divine item."

"Fantasy?"

“Yes, a divine artifact.” The boss pointed to the long sword Melantha was holding and asked in confusion, “Isn’t one of your members holding a divine artifact? How come you didn’t know?”

"Um...we usually call them collectibles," the professor replied, placing the two dollars on the table. "How about this, I'll draw the prize twice!"

The grey-skinned shopkeeper put the money in his pocket, held out his hand to the box in a gesture of invitation, and said, "You may begin now."

"Okay," the doctor rubbed his hands together, slowly reached inside, and pulled out a small crumpled piece of paper. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he slowly unfolded the paper. "...A case of York brand wheat juice?"

"Ah, a case of wheat juice." The shopkeeper pulled a case of beer from under the counter. "Here you go."

“…Wheat juice…okay!” The doctor’s lips twitched. He nodded, put his hand back into the red box, and took out another small crumpled piece of paper. “Let me see…Item number 53? A divine item!”

"...Oh!" The shopkeeper was stunned. He hadn't expected anyone to actually win the top prize. He took the slip of paper, read it carefully, and finally nodded helplessly. "Alright, the number fifty-third divine item."

He walked to the open display case directly opposite the store entrance, took out the collectible marked number 53, and placed it on the table. "Number 53, divine item, fragment of the Holy City armor."

"Fragments of the Holy City armor? What are those?"

"Bearing the armor on the outer surface of the Holy City, your bodies will be as indestructible as the Holy City itself."

Listening to the boss's words, the doctor used a tablet to test the armor fragments. Looking at the effects, he exclaimed in shock: "Body defense +200%, magic resistance +30, my God!"

"……!!!" ×13

Chapter 135: Do you know what an uphill battle is?

Holding the armor fragments in his hands, the doctor walked along, tapping them as he went, producing a series of crisp sounds. He smiled and muttered to himself, "Defense +200%, magic resistance +30, this isn't just a lucky draw, it's practically invincible! Forget about flashlights, I'd even take on a mini-sun head-on!"

Glancing at the doctor above, Yarman finished his beer, tossed the bottle aside, wiped his mouth, and looked at the doctor, saying, "I think we're not the only ones who have this stuff."

"Isn't that obvious?" the doctor said matter-of-factly, pointing around. "Do you know how big the Emperor of Life is? 475 kilometers long! Such a long warship must have a lot of outer armor. Even if it wasn't completely dismantled, it shouldn't be considered a rare item."

“Yes, but if everyone has it, then there will inevitably be corresponding countermeasures!” Yarman looked at him and continued, just like when everyone has protective gear, in order to ensure their own competitiveness, they will inevitably study how to effectively break through the opponent's protective gear, and then the protective gear will need to be updated.

"Maybe they have some kind of targeted equipment?"

Upon hearing this, the doctor was speechless. That made sense. After thinking for a long time, he stammered, "Well, at least we have this. Having something is better than not having it, isn't it?"

"That's true. By the way, what about wheat juice?"

“Everyone finished it,” the doctor shrugged and said calmly, “There were only 24 bottles in total, which means we each only got one bottle on average. There weren’t that many.”

Just as the two were talking, Scout suddenly ran over and whispered to the Doctor, "Doctor, there's a checkpoint ahead, guarded by many eight-armed monsters, and they're very well equipped."

"Huh? An eight-armed monster?!"

Upon hearing this word, the Doctor immediately became alert. Those things had truly left a deep impression on him. Putting aside his first mission, which involved fighting an eight-armed monster, the battle he had just fought was incredibly brutal. One spell had wiped out three people.

The ACEs, who were also hit, were rendered useless, and their bunkers were scorched like branding irons by the high-energy laser. If it weren't for the perfume bottle thrown by Yarman, they might have really perished there.

Moreover, if he didn't know that the operators who died on his side would return directly to Rhodes Island, he might have really gone crazy. This is not a game; people really die here!

"What...what kind of weapons are they carrying? Laser guns?" The doctor asked nervously, holding Scout's hand and looking at him with a serious expression, his voice trembling slightly.

Seeing this, Yarman stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, "We've added anti-laser coating."

"Ah...ah! Yes, yes!" The postdoctoral fellow nodded fearfully. He was terrified of that thing. He had never seen such a powerful weapon in his life. A heavy armored soldier was gone in an instant!

"By the way, Yarman, do you think that thing actually works? Or is it a counterfeit or substandard product?"

"Why don't you try shooting yourself with your laser gun?" Yarman said irritably, patting the doctor's shoulder hard. "You'd better think about what to do. We'll be there soon."

As he spoke, an eyeball-shaped fireball appeared above his head and flew silently away into the distance. It wasn't that he liked doing reconnaissance work; it was simply that no one else could do it!

The eight-armed monsters' perception is a bit too outrageous. Coupled with their detectors, ordinary people going there is basically just delivering themselves to be live targets. It's useless!

The fireball was shattered by a laser beam just three minutes after it was launched.

"...Their marksmanship is incredible!" Yarman suddenly opened his eyes. It was just a lowly soldier. Upon seeing the fireball, he raised his hand and fired a shot, instantly killing him!

Seeing Yarman rubbing his temples, Mostima stepped forward, supported him, and said softly, "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing, just a little sore." Yarman shook his head vigorously. He walked over to the doctor who had started looking at the tablet, pointed to the map in front of him, and said solemnly, "38 people, mostly uphill, with basically no cover. Both towers have machine gunners, and the rest are riflemen."

"By the way, there's a mortar gunner and a mage in this place."

"Hmm." The doctor forced himself to calm down and looked at the map in front of him. He was at a loss. It was uphill with no cover. The enemy had two machine guns. If there was cover, there was a cannon. How was he supposed to fight this thing?

In uphill battles, as long as the enemy is skilled, they can almost pin them down indefinitely, using various fortifications to wear them down little by little, or at the very least, drag them into a war of attrition.

Looking at the Doctor, Yalman put his arm around Mostima and whispered to her, "When the battle starts, stay back and don't run forward. I'll probably be facing off against the enemy sorcerer, so take care of yourself."

"then you……"

"Yarman!" The doctor looked up and called out to Yarman. He picked up his tablet and said to him, "What's your most powerful spell? Can you destroy their position in one hit?"

"The most powerful? You mean Fireball?"

"It's the most powerful spell!"

"That's Fireburst."

He stepped forward, looked at the map in front of him, stood there for a moment in thought, and nodded seriously, "I don't know if it will work, but I can give it a try!"

“Alright, that’s settled then!” The Doctor nodded and looked at the group of operators. “Scout, Outcast, you fire freely. Melantha, Ace, Sharp, you coordinate to rush up and disrupt the lines. Pith, Amiya, Mostima, you support as the spellcaster group and reserve team.”

"Touch, you and Kal'tsit will form the medical team to save lives! Meteorite, Stormeye, you two will form the fire support team and provide artillery support! Okay, that's it!"

Upon hearing the doctor's words, the staff in Yarman's hand began to shine with a dazzling light, and streams of scorching heat began to gather at the tip of the staff, where a deep red ball with a constant surging inside appeared!

He hasn't moved yet, just waiting for the spell to fully take shape. After all, there's no cover on the battlefield, no place for him to prepare to cast the spell.

Soon, the spell was completed. Maintaining the spell, Yarman cautiously approached the edge of the battlefield. He was now only three hundred meters away from the stronghold, and he was also discovered by the enemy!

Ignoring the shouts and yells from the other side, he threw the spell at their cover without hesitation!

"Bong!"

A deep red meteor, with a blinding light like the sun and an unbearable heat, crashed into the wall of the fortress built by the eight-armed monster, instantly blasting it apart!

With a deafening roar, a crimson fire lotus appeared on the battlefield, engulfing all the eight-armed monsters hiding behind cover. The intense heat, like magma, melted the monsters and their armor into gas. This sudden attack stunned the eight-armed monsters; they didn't know why their cover had suddenly turned into a pool of magma.