A chat group for a certain tower warlock

Footsteps approached, and the two looked towards the stairwell. Outcast walked briskly up the tower and greeted them with a smile, "What's wrong, you two? Did I disturb your privacy? Okay, I'll leave now."

Seeing Outcast about to leave, Yarman quickly called her back, pointing to the cabinet in front of her with a smile, "We're just checking what good stuff is inside."

“Okay, then you can continue your investigation.” Outcast nodded, turned around, and left.

Watching Outcast leave, Yarman paused for a moment, then shook his head and began searching the contents of the cabinet. Soon, he had two small bottles, one red and one yellow, in his hand.

“What is this?” Mostima asked, looking at what was in his hand.

"Just two collectible drinks." Yarman held them in his hand and shook them. He said lightly, "The yellow one is the Yellow Sheep brand energy drink, which can increase your stamina limit. The red one is Jet brand Sarsaparilla, which can temporarily increase your physical functions. To put it bluntly, it's a stimulant."

"Hmm... how about this?" Mostima took the yellow drink from his hand, opened the cap, and drank it all in one gulp. Then she took out a perfume bottle from her pocket and handed it to him. "Switch. You take one out for the Doctor and the others. I'll drink this one."

"This one……"

“Miss Outcast, I’ve sensed something!” Mostima stared calmly and intently into the stairwell. The Lateran’s unique telepathic abilities could sometimes be quite troublesome.

Looking at Mostima, Yarman nodded. "Alright then, I'll go down first."

After descending the tower, Yarman, holding his collection, was about to look for the Doctor when he discovered that the Doctor was not at the base at all. Only Rhodes Island operators were cleaning up the battlefield, and the Doctor and his companions were nowhere to be found.

"Huh? Where's the Doctor?" Yarman looked around, then grabbed Meteorite, who was picking up a gun, and asked, looking at him with a puzzled expression, "Do you know where the Doctor is?"

"Them? They're at the gunners' artillery position, aren't they?" Meteorite pointed behind him, holding his laser gun, and said somewhat uncertainly.

Nodding as if he understood, Yarman carried his collection and walked towards the artillery position not far away. He still remembered that place quite well, after all, the way that artilleryman died... was really quite gruesome.

The meteorite's bombs and Stormeye's explosive arrows were incredibly powerful. The artillerymen hit by the blasts were torn to shreds like tattered rags, their heavy composite armor rendered useless by the explosive bombs and arrows.

"Why would they want to go to that place? What's so fun about it?" Yarman shook his head, puzzled, and walked towards the artillery position carrying his collection.

As he approached the artillery position, he heard a series of arguments, followed by a scream and sounds of struggle and fighting.

"Huh? What happened?"

Yarman was taken aback. He put the collectibles aside, took the light gun off his back, and ran towards the artillery position with the light gun in his hand. With such a terrible sound, could the Doctor have been poked in the butt by some eight-armed monster crouching in the bushes?

"[Leytanian profanity]! You've got some nerve, daring to ambush the Doctor! [Yan Kingdom profanity]! I'll smash your pig head to pieces with one shot!" Yarman charged straight into the artillery position, then froze.

The people inside were also stunned. The doctor, whose throat was gripped by fate, saw that Yarman had arrived and immediately began to struggle desperately, making sounds that sounded like chickens crowing.

Kal'tsit held the Doctor motionless, like a statue. She turned to look at Yarman, her eyes filled with indifference and tranquility, like a calm spring.

Amiya looked at Yarman awkwardly, while occasionally glancing worriedly at the Doctor who was being held in mid-air.

Scout sat calmly to the side, like a Buddha statue, his eyes fixed straight ahead, completely still.

"..."×4

"Ah, ahhh!" Yarman suddenly started screaming. He looked up, shook his head, and his light gun slumped limply at his side. "I, I, suddenly I can't see!"

"Oh no, I need to go see Touch to get my eyes checked. The spells from that sorcerer are too bright, and my eyes are hurt. Ugh, I can't see anything at all now, I can't see anything at all."

"Oh no, oh no!" Yarman, swaying as if drunk, stumbled away from the artillery position, not even noticing a stone on the ground, and tripped and fell.

Getting up from the ground, Yarman staggered away from the alleyway under the Doctor's desperate gaze, only stopping his madness after Kal'tsit could no longer see him.

"Sigh, I never expected the Doctor to be living such a miserable life!" Yarman slung the light gun back over his shoulder, shook his head with great emotion, picked up the collectible he had put down, put it back in his pocket, and walked towards the main battlefield. "If things are like this now, how are we going to get through the future?"

Back on the main battlefield, Yarman casually found a large rock to sit on, took out a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, lit it gently, took a deep drag, and produced an arc-shaped smoke ring.

Looking at the smoke rings in the air, Yarman nodded with satisfaction, "My ventriloquism is still as good as ever!"

"Do you feel uncomfortable if you don't smoke for a day?" Mostima suddenly sat down next to him, looking at him with great confusion, and said, "Why do you have to smoke?"

"Well, I just wanted a puff." Yarman deliberately threw away the cigarette in his hand, stomped it out, and spread his hands, saying wearily, "This is my substitute for relieving stress."

"Why... wait, the substitute?"

“Yeah, when I was under a lot of pressure before, I would go to a bandit's den and kill all the bandits there,” Yarman said coldly. He leaned back and laughed as he said, “But after all the bandits were wiped out, I had no choice but to start smoking.”

"……Why……"

“The research of the Tower Warlocks is so cruel. They walk on the edge of life and death every day, with no future and no past. If they don’t find a way to cope, they will go crazy sooner or later.” Yarman hugged Mostima and said calmly, “Actually, I’m still considered lucky. Some Tower Warlocks are really just perverts.”

"Hmm? For example?"

"For example, a strong man likes to wear black women's stockings and stand in front of the mirror to admire his body; he likes to run to the top of the central tower of the mobile city and sing funeral poems at the top of his lungs with a multiplication spell; he likes to treat healthy people and then perform biological modification surgery on them."

"...How disgusting!"

"So, it's normal for me to smoke."

Chapter 138: Doctor: Human? I'm not going to be one anymore!

Looking at Yarman beside her, Mostima's gaze shifted to the two collectibles in his hands. "Didn't you give them to the Doctor? Or did you not find him?"

“I found it, but the occasion is a bit inappropriate.” Yarman suddenly gave a strange smile. “The Doctor is exchanging opinions with Dr. Kal'tsit… well, how should I put it.”

"Exchange opinions? Are you sure?"

After listening, Yarman pursed his lips, shrugged, and said, "Okay, it's mainly Dr. Kal'tsit who said it, Doctor, listen."

"Kal'tsit is speaking? Doctor, are you listening?"

“Well, actually, the Doctor was being held up in the air by Dr. Kal'tsit, struggling to breathe while being forced to listen to her talk.” Yarman finally couldn’t help but laugh. He pulled Mostima along with a laugh and said cheerfully, “The Doctor was struggling in the air like a live fish.”

Seeing the gesture Yarman made, Mostima did not laugh. Instead, she lowered her head slightly, occasionally shaking it, and lowered the hand that was supporting her head, her five fair fingers beginning to move rhythmically.

Seeing her actions, Yarman didn't understand, but continued to describe vividly, "You know what? Just now, Doctor, it was just like a live fish that had just been hooked at the Canaan Seafood Market, jumping around in the air, and that person was like a rubber band..."

Hearing Yarman's words, Mostima finally couldn't hold back anymore. She stretched out her index finger and kept nodding to her side, lowering her head even further.

"Huh?" Yarman paused for a moment, leaned back, and peered out from next to Mostima. He saw a man dressed in a black robe and wearing a black motorcycle helmet staring at him silently, his cold gaze piercing through the goggles like a knife.

"...Ah! Wutong! You're back! Hahaha, welcome back safely!" Yarman was slightly embarrassed, but immediately started laughing. "You seem to be doing quite well!"

"What were you talking about just now?"

"We? We were just discussing the Canaan seafood market," Yarman said with a straight face, rambling on while holding up his collection. "We were just talking about the fish in the seafood market. You know, there are a lot of fish in the Siesta Sea, and we've been trading with them..."

"But I heard you tell my name!"

"I was just inviting you and everyone from Rhodes Island to eat fish. Oh, by the way, these are some collectibles we found. Take a look!" Yarman said without changing his expression, stuffing the collectibles in his hand into the Doctor's hands and casually skipping over the awkward topic.

Catching the collection, the doctor complained, "Look at this! We lost three men in this battle, and all we got in return was this junk... Wait! Freezing perfume!"

"tattered?"

"No, no, no!" The doctor shook his head like a rattle-drum. "You misunderstood. I meant that pile of light guns is junk."

"Yes, yes, right, hurry up and find a few melee fighters, or we're doomed." Yarman didn't bother to dwell on the doctor's slip of the tongue and said to him.

The doctor nodded, took out his tablet and said while looking at it, "I understand, I'll call them right away! Let me see who to call first! How about we call Sharp and ACE back? We can keep things simple and add Huang, the old man, and Hei."

"Old man? Dark-skinned?"

“It’s General Helag and the Director of the Siesta Guard.” The Doctor said, nodding as he spoke, “Lady Ceylon came to the island for study and research, and Black came along with her.”

A smile flashed across Yarman's face as he leaned closer and whispered, "Wow! The young lady and her maid, oh wow, just thinking about it sounds exciting. By the way, who's your office assistant now?"

“Now, Ceylon,” the doctor said, bowing his head, “as long as Ceylon is here, Black will naturally come to help. I hired one person to do the work, and I gained two laborers.”

"...You're quite the schemer!"

"Alright, enough talk! I'm going to recruit people!" The doctor clicked on the selected icon, looked up at the people in front of him, and watched them walk out of the portal.

Huang, Hera, and Hellagur walked steadily and firmly, while Sharp and Ace were a little scared. They had just been killed by the enemy caster's spells and cannonballs, and they had returned less than an hour ago!

Looking at the doctor who was greeting them, the two of them felt for the first time how utterly repulsive this person was!

"I'm glad you all came here. I'm sure you all know the situation." The doctor put away his tablet and spread his hands towards the group. "The only equipment I can provide you is light guns and energy swords, but I'm glad you all brought your own weapons. That's good!"

"...?!" ×5

"The reason is simple: there will be virtually no supplies for the upcoming battles..."

Watching the doctor pontificating to the group, Yarman leaned against Mostima and whispered to him, "He looks like one of those cult leaders right now."

“Indeed, they’ve been just spouting nonsense.” Mostima nodded in agreement. “By the way, do you know how the fight between Sharp and Ace went just now?”

“Very good, it’s a pity that we ran into a master on the other side in the end.” Yarman held her hand and whispered, “They were mainly afraid of that last mage, he was too powerful. Sharp was blown away. If it weren’t for the Holy City armor, I think he would have been blown to pieces.”

"That's terrible! So pitiful."

Just as the two were talking, the doctor clapped his hands and smiled at the group, saying, "Now, everyone, you'll join the battle. You can go and get some of the equipment here."

"..."×3

Huang, Hera, and Hellagur glanced at the Doctor, then walked over to the pile of various light guns and energy swords and began selecting equipment, while Sharp and the other two remained standing still.

"Hey? Sharp, ACE, aren't you two going to pick out some gear?" The Doctor looked at the two of them in surprise and said, "You're both veterans, you should know what to do."

“…We just withdrew from the battlefield!” Sharp said with a hint of resentment, his tone firm, “If you call me back, that counts as overtime, and you have to pay me overtime pay!”

"Okay, just go ask Dr. Kal'tsit for it!" The Doctor nodded decisively. "And you, ACE?"

ACE remained silent for a long time before saying helplessly, "If I die again this time... and we have to retreat, I hope you won't call me back, Doctor."

"Okay!" The doctor nodded decisively. This time, this battle was over. He checked the next itinerary and it was a rest stop, not another battle. So ACE's request had been met!

Looking at the Doctor not far away, Yarman withdrew his sensing spell and looked at Mostima, who was connected to him by mind. The two stared at each other for a long time before suddenly speaking at the same time.

"This guy is inhuman!" ×2

Chapter 139: Tavern? Or is it the classic story of a young girl being locked up?

"Alright, everyone, it's time for us to get going!" The Doctor shouted, looking at the group who had finished their rest, and walked towards the mechanical gate behind the base, carrying a light gun.

He was then stopped by the door in front of him. It was simple: the door was opened entirely by manpower, and his strength was clearly insufficient to move the heavy door-opening mechanism.

He turned to the crowd behind him and said, "Hey, you guys come and lend a hand. Help me open this thing. Once it's open, we can move on to the next location!"

"Okay." ×n (sparsely)

The group stepped forward, split into two groups, and began to vigorously turn the dial on the gate. Accompanied by a series of mechanical twisting sounds, a gap appeared in the middle of the tightly closed gate, large enough for everyone to pass through.

The rotation stopped, ACE raised his heavy shield and walked at the front, followed by Hoshiguma, Hellagur and the others, with Touch, Kal'tsit, Amiya and the Doctor in the middle, and the fire support and sniper teams behind them. After everyone had entered, the rear guard set off.

"Little Mo, you go first, I'll follow behind." Yarman pointed to the crack in front of him, holding his staff, and followed Mostima step by step into the crack.

They quickly squeezed through the crack in the door, and after Yarman came out, the door suddenly slammed shut with a loud "bong!" that sent a gust of air surging through it.

Feeling the wind blowing over his body, Yarman looked at the door behind him with lingering fear. Good heavens, if he had been trapped in that thing, he would have been a human meat pie!

"[Letanian profanity]! If you're any slower, I'm going to be crushed to death!" Yarman was startled. He rubbed his chest, glanced at the door behind him, and cursed.

The doctor glanced at Yarman, then stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder. "Alright, stop shouting. We told you to go first, but you refused and insisted on bringing up the rear. What could we do?"

"Phew, alright, I got it." Yarman shook his head helplessly. "I almost quit the battlefield."

"Alright, let's move on to the next spot." The professor said as he walked, holding his tablet. "The next spot will definitely be one you'll like, or rather, one we'll all like!"

“I like it, what do I like?” Yarman was taken aback, and he pulled Mostima forward.

"If I'm not mistaken, this seems to be a tavern." The Doctor stopped and stood in the center of the group, looking at them as he said, "The next stop is simple, just a place to relax. You can all unwind at the mission points below, but it costs money... Oh, right!"

The Doctor looked at Kal'tsit beside him, "How much money have we seized so far?"

"Not a lot, just 337 coins." Kal'tsit took down the four bags hanging on her body, and held them in her hand, they looked like a string of meatballs, bulging and full.

“We now have…sixteen people. Let me think.” The professor stood still, thought for a moment, then looked up. “Let’s divide the money: 20 coins each, and the remaining 17 as a deposit!”

Upon hearing the Doctor's words, Kal'tsit began distributing money to everyone. Soon, only one bag remained out of the four. She tossed the last bag to the Doctor, saying, "Here, take this."

The doctor looked at the bag in his hand and tossed it to Yarman, saying, "You can keep it. You don't have anything else to do later anyway."

Upon catching the money pouch, Yarman immediately became angry. He looked at the doctor and slowly asked, "What do you mean?"

"It's nothing special, you'll see in a minute." A sinister smile flashed across the Doctor's face. He checked the quest location; it was a tavern, but with a rather unique theme—a maid-themed tavern. Although he had no idea how those creatures came up with maids…

But that doesn't matter! What matters is the maid!

Of all the people here, only Yarman had his family with him. He didn't believe Mostima would allow Yarman to fool around in the tavern. After all, she knew Yarman's character. She knew he was unlikely to cause any real trouble, but he could definitely fool around!

"Alright, alright, enough talk, let's go!" The doctor's smile was almost bursting out as he led the group forward. Soon, they arrived at the tavern.

"Master, you've finally arrived!"

Just as everyone was still observing the magnificent gate and signboard in front of them, a tall human girl, about 1.7 meters tall, dressed in a revealing maid outfit, suddenly pushed open the door and appeared in front of them, bowing to them.

"..."×16

The group looked at each other, bewildered and unable to understand what was going on.

The maid looked at everyone and began to introduce them with a smile: "Masters, this is the Sasra Maid-themed Bar located on the outskirts of the Holy City. We welcome people from all races around the world, as long as they are friendly!"

"As long as you have enough coins, the Sasla Tavern can meet all your needs."