A chat group for a certain tower warlock

"All needs, so if I had that kind of..." The doctor subconsciously started to speak rudely, until a gaze as cold and piercing as an iceberg pierced his heart from behind.

Hearing the doctor's words, the maid actually smiled and nodded, "That's possible too. As long as you have enough coins, we can satisfy any need, no matter how strange the position!"

"My God!" Yarman was stunned for a moment, then a smile of excitement spread across his face. Just as he was about to take a step forward, a strong hand grabbed his arm. That hand was like an iron clamp, squeezing him painfully.

"Xiao, Xiao Mo, I...I was wrong."

"Hmph!" Mostima released Yarman, stepped forward, and asked the maid, "Do you have a library here? My husband and I would like to go and read some books."

Hearing Mostima's words, Yarman said in surprise, "Looking for a library in a bar? You really know how to pick a place. Why don't you go to a brothel and find an honest man?"

"Yes, we do. There's a library inside the tavern, Master!" the maid said with a smile, immediately shocking everyone. No one had expected that there would be a library inside a bar!

Mostima paused for a moment, then pulled Yarman along and headed into the tavern. "Okay, let's go check it out! How much is it per hour?"

"Three hours at the library only costs one coin!" The maid's smile widened. She bent down gently, took Mostima's hand, and led her forward. "There will also be a personal maid to serve both of you!"

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing the doubt in each other's eyes. This price was ridiculously low, as low as those shady shops in the wasteland, luring people in.

But at this point, we can't not go!

Led by the maid, the two entered the tavern. After observing the tavern, the others followed them in.

As the group entered the tavern, its ornate doors closed silently. The moment they closed, a few soft clicks came from the heavy doors, and then the doors locked shut.

After several dozen seconds, the gate suddenly disappeared, leaving only a bare wall in place. The signboard outside the gate also vanished, as if nothing had ever existed.

The faint aroma of wine lingering in the air is the only trace of what once existed!

Chapter 140: I want a kiss too! Kiss~ kiss~!

As they entered the tavern, a rich aroma of alcohol wafted over them, penetrating their noses, seeping through their skin, into their veins, and permeating every corner of their bodies. The entire tavern seemed to be soaking in a barrel of alcohol, and even the air seemed to be filled with it.

"My God!" Yarman exclaimed, following behind Mostima. "It smells so good, so comforting! I feel like I'm going to faint!"

Mostima, who was walking ahead, began to sway with her once steady steps. The maid supporting her smiled even more and bent down even lower, leading the two toward the library.

"Is this a tavern? I feel like I'm taking a bath in a barrel of wine," Huang said unsteadily. His powerful physique seemed to have vanished, and he was as limp and weak as a noodle.

As for the Doctor, he was even more exaggerated. He couldn't even walk anymore. If it weren't for Kal'tsit and Amiya supporting him, he would have collapsed to the ground and become a carpet.

As for the others, their performance was not good either; they were unsteady on their feet, their faces were flushed, and they could barely walk.

I went with Mostima to the tavern's library. The aroma of wine here was slightly less than outside, but the smell of ink was extremely strong, with a fresh ink scent everywhere.

Arriving at the chair and sitting down, Yarman held his head in his hands. The strong smell of ink made him a little more awake. He felt like he had drunk dozens of liters of Ursus's life water at once.

"What would you two like to order?" The maid smiled and took out a small notebook. She said gently, "This has food and drinks listed. Please tell me what you would like to order."

“…Where is our personal maid?” Mostima shook her head vigorously. The cool sensation emanating from the cross in her arms allowed her to retain more of her sanity, though it didn’t make her much better off.

The maid smiled and said, "Gentlemen, I am your personal maid! When I came here, I had already changed maids. If you are not satisfied, I can have her come back."

Looking at the two people in front of her, the maid's smile remained unchanged, but her eyes were fixed on them. Her hands behind her back were clenched tightly together, and her body was taut, as if she was waiting for a long-awaited answer.

Sitting in her chair, Mostima thought for a moment, then looked up at the maid and asked seriously, "Did they really change people? I don't think so, you look exactly like her!"

Upon hearing this answer, the maid sighed inwardly. It seemed that it wasn't the right time yet!

A warm, professional smile appeared on her face as she sweetly said, "That's my older sister, Master. We're twins, that's why we look exactly alike."

"I see!" Mostima nodded, seemingly understanding. She picked up the notebook, glanced at the food items, and casually picked out two: "Two large glasses of craft wheat juice, please!"

"Including the library fee, it'll be two coins in total, Master." The maid bent down, leaned close to her, and said with a smile, "The juice is also unlimited refills!"

"Um...Here you go."

Taking the coin from Mostima's hand, she gently scratched her palm. Seeing Mostima tremble slightly, the maid smiled and kissed her smooth, fair face.

"Thank you, Master!"

Mostima was startled, then lowered her head. Now she was just like Yarman, sitting in the chair, nodding her head, feeling drowsy.

The environment here is so comfortable, from the chairs to the faint music, it makes you want to curl up in a chair and sleep until the next century.

"You...you got kissed?" Yarman looked up at Mostima's red lipstick mark and said somewhat dejectedly, "Why didn't you kiss me? Am I not good-looking?"

Upon hearing this, Mostima, who had been almost asleep, immediately woke up. Her sleepy eyes widened, and she stared at Yarman, slowly saying, "Do you really think so, Yarman?"

"Hmm... Ah?" Yarman was about to fall asleep, but Mostima's question instantly woke him up. He propped his head up and thought for a few seconds before stretching his head out in front of her. "I want some too."

"?"

"I want a kiss too." Yarman turned his head slightly, revealing his smooth cheek, and said to her, "I'm ready, hurry up!"

"……you……"

"I want it! I want it!"

Seeing that he wouldn't take it back unless she kissed him, Mostima glanced at the door, and after making sure no one was secretly watching, she stood up slightly and kissed him on the cheek!

"Alright, let's go back!"

"Hmm!" Yarman sat back down in his chair with satisfaction, looking around in surprise. "Have you noticed? As soon as we come to this tavern, we just want to sleep!"

“It’s probably because it’s so comfortable here.” Mostima pressed the chair she was sitting on and said in a strange way, “This chair is so soft, even softer than the one at home. It’s like sitting on water.”

“Now that you mention it, you’re right!” Yarman pressed down on the chair he was sitting on. He looked up, about to say something, when his eyes were drawn to a decorative item next to the bookshelf not far away.

“What is that?” Yarman looked at the barrel-shaped creature sculpture not far away. He slowly got up, walked to the sculpture, squatted down gently, and began to stroke and examine the sculpture in front of him.

When he touched it, he always felt something was off. The texture of the object was too good, and the rhythm made him feel as if the sculpture was actually alive.

"What is this?" Yarman murmured curiously. Just as he was about to pick it up to look at it, the maid walked in.

"Master, that sculpture is for placing things!" the maid said with a smile, placing two large glasses of beer on the table and walking to his side. She laughed, "It's just a small stone stool."

Looking at the female doll, Yarman paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Ah, I see! Okay!"

He walked back to his chair, picked up his beer, took a small sip, and then closed his eyes to enjoy it.

The maid glanced at the two who had started drinking, her smile widening. She quietly left the library, leaving only the two of them sitting inside, drinking and looking at the books on the table.

Shortly after the maid left, Yarman opened his eyes, spat out all the wine in his mouth, picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth with disgust, saying, "They added something!"

“Hallucinations, depressants, nerve-damaging agents…” Mostima parted her lips slightly, spitting out a glistening liquid, and calmly said, “I knew I was sleepy when I got here.”

"I wonder how the Doctor and the others are doing," Yarman said, picking up a book and reading as he spoke.

"Let's hope nothing serious happens." Mostima shrugged helplessly, then looked at the sculpture behind her and asked, "What's with that little stone stool?"

Yarman paused for a moment, put down his book, and said with some doubt, "I have my doubts about that thing..."

"They might be alive!"

Chapter 141: The Crowd Who Almost Got Eaten

"Alive? Are you sure?" Mostima's face flashed with surprise. She thought it was just a nicely carved little stool, but she never expected it to be a living thing!

"Most likely. I can feel that vibrant, pulsating energy; it's probably something alive!" Yarman nodded confidently. He instinctively grabbed his beer glass, looked at the beer inside, and then put it down helplessly. "Even if it's not an animal, it's definitely alive!"

“This…” Mostima looked at the small black and gray stool, his brows furrowed, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes. If it was really a living creature, how cruel was this behavior!

She had only ever seen such an act—turning a living creature into an inanimate object—in ancient legends of the Yan Kingdom.

Looking at Mostima across from him, Yarman started to feel sleepy again. The aroma of the wine here carried a hallucinogenic and drowsy scent, and even though he was now a great wizard, he was still affected.

The thought of the Doctor and the others outside makes him panic. If even he is affected, how many people on Rhodes Island can withstand this level of hallucinogenic drugs? Kal'tsit is one, and Hellagur should be able to, but even if they can withstand it, how much combat power will they have left?

Humans aren't machines. If you smell these things, even if you don't faint, your limbs will go weak.

Wait a minute, the machine...

“I remember, Kal'tsit has a parasite… it’s Mon3tr.” Yarman looked at Mostima opposite him and said dizzily, “I hope she’s still conscious, I’m going to faint.”

“You…take this!” Mostima took a cross from her bosom and put it in his hand.

A cool sensation flowed from the crucifix in his hand into his body, instantly invigorating him. He hung the crucifix around his neck and shook his head. "No! We have to get out! If this continues, we'll never get out! The aroma of the wine here is just too strong!"

“Alright!” Mostima stood up, helped Yarman up, and the two of them drew their staffs and stepped forward. They pushed open the heavy door in front of them, walked through the narrow passage, and finally came out. The scene in front of them left them dumbfounded.

Everyone was slumped helplessly on the floor, except for Kal'tsit, who was still barely conscious. Hrag lay on the ground, his body pierced by a long sword and pinned firmly to the ground, his crimson blood flowing freely all over the floor.

Mon3tr has been released and is currently engaged in a battle with a shapeshifter in front of it, but the situation is not good. It has been completely entangled by the shapeshifter, and its sharp claws are being pulled apart one by one.

It was a strange creature, entirely black, as soft as clay yet with a watery texture. Its body rose and fell with each breath, creating ripples like waves. Thick tentacles covered its bizarre body, each covered with yellow vertical pupils.

"You guys... come help me quickly!" Kal'tsit said through gritted teeth as she looked at the two of them.

"Flaming explosion!"

Yarman raised his staff and unleashed a powerful spell. Although he was almost fainting, casting spells was instinctive for him, especially Fireball.

"boom!"

The intensely burning fireball, carrying astonishingly high temperatures, struck the shapeshifter precisely. Instantly, plumes of black smoke billowed from the shapeshifter's body, accompanied by the smell of burning gasoline. The shapeshifter let out a shrill scream, and the tentacles binding Mon3tr released their grip.

The moment the tentacles released their grip, Mon3tr immediately launched a counterattack. It lunged at the monster in front of it, tearing off a large chunk of its body tissue and revealing the fresh internal organs hidden beneath the black material.

"Lock~~~Stop~~~~! Pause!"

Mostima took a staff from behind her and held it in her hand. A purple magical light flashed, and time in the tavern instantly stopped. The shapeshifter that tried to fight back was immediately frozen in place.

Immediately afterwards, Yarman decisively fired a magical spear at the tear in Mon3tr. The slender spear easily pierced through the remaining material protection of the shapeshifter and penetrated deep into its body.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Another deafening, shrill scream rang out, and the monster began to wildly wave its tentacles, sweeping up the Rhodes Island members who were slumped on the ground and throwing them in all directions.

Instantly, chaos erupted in the tavern. Everyone was thrown into various corners, their scalps bruised and bleeding, but even so, no one woke up; they remained fast asleep.

"[Letanian profanity]! What the hell did they put in the drinks?!" Yarman said through gritted teeth, looking at the various figures sprawled out in different parts of the tavern, while simultaneously firing a magical spear.

Fire, piercing, and cutting spells are particularly effective against this creature. The spell spear easily pierced its body, penetrated its internal organs, and pinned it to the ground.

Black blood slowly flowed down the solidified light spear. Its self-healing ability was completely rendered ineffective by the spell. This time, it experienced what Horag felt.

"Mon3tr, tear it apart!"

Upon receiving Kal'tsit's command, Mon3tr immediately lunged forward, crashing into the shapeshifter's body. Its claws, which had been clenched together, pierced deeply into the shapeshifter's flesh. Then, it suddenly opened its claws, tearing the shapeshifter apart completely!

"Ah~~~~!"

With a short scream, the shapeshifter collapsed to the ground, its internal tissues gushing from a huge gash, black blood spreading across the floor.

Barely managing to step forward, Yarman raised his staff and swung it forcefully at the monster. A surge of flame engulfed the entire tavern, instantly vaporizing its corpse.

"The battle is over." Yarman shook his head vigorously. The monster was indeed killed, but the aroma of alcohol in the tavern had not completely dissipated, and the hallucinogenic effects were still present.

He looked around and sighed slightly. Many people had already retreated from the battlefield after the shapeshifter's attack, but what was puzzling was that Hellagur, who was pinned to the ground, hadn't left yet!

"Now, let's save him first." Yarman walked slowly toward Herag. Looking at him pinned to the ground, he shook his hand with some difficulty. He wanted to draw his long sword, but he was afraid that if he did, the man would be gone.

Kal'tsit stepped forward, looked at Hrag, who was pinned to the ground and covered in blood, took a step forward, and pulled out her longsword. A stream of foul-smelling blood spurted from the wound, splattering both of them on the face.

Ignoring the blood on his face, Kal'tsit immediately began first aid, calmly saying, "Go check on the Doctor and wake him up!"

“Okay.” Yarman walked slowly to the doctor’s side. Looking at the doctor who was still unconscious, he bent down and took off the helmet on the doctor’s head. Then he condensed a water ball in the air.

"Splash! Splash!"

"Ah~~!" The doctor immediately sat up, staring blankly around, wiping the water from his face, and looking at the disheveled Yarman beside him, "What happened? Weren't we about to eat?"

"Eat something? Hah." Yarman shook his head helplessly. "We almost got eaten."

"……what?!"

Chapter 142: The Wish is to Add Three More Wishes

"Have you found everyone?" Yarman looked at the people lying in front of him, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and leaned back on the table beside him. "Are there still people we haven't found?"

"This... there shouldn't be any more." The doctor looked at the few people in front of him, one hand on his helmet, and shook his head with a gloomy expression. "These are the only ones I can see on my tablet."

"Alright, let's wake them up then." Yarman conjured three water balls and smashed them into the faces of the three men. The bone-chilling water instantly dispelled their drowsiness.

Seeing the five people sit up, Yarman shook his head, patted the doctor on the shoulder, glanced at him who was silent, and sighed deeply again. In the end, only he could say this.

A relaxing night at a tavern resulted in a team of sixteen being reduced to only eight, a 50% loss in one fell swoop, simply because everyone let their guard down. Naturally, the Doctor bears the greatest responsibility for this.

Misinformation, lowering one's guard first, being the first to get drunk...

Leaning back on the table, the Doctor looked at Ace, Sharp, and Blaze in front of him, unsure of what to say. He looked at the three puzzled and surprised people, opened his mouth, and finally said helplessly, "As you can see, we just fought a battle here, and then... only we are left."

"Huh?!" ×3

Seeing the private discussion begin, Yarman walked over to Mostima and patted her on the shoulder. "Let's go back to the library. I want to take a look."

“You mean that stone ornament?” Mostima turned around and followed behind him, asking as they walked, “Have you ever thought about this: if it were a monster, what would we use to fight it after we helped it escape?”