A chat group for a certain tower warlock

Walking slowly, Yarman was equally helpless. He found that he was unable to dispel the energy attached to his throat. That energy was like a bone-deep ailment, constantly damaging his body's self-repair and dissipating the life force transformed by the magic array, making it impossible for him to heal himself.

You said... if we could thoroughly study this energy, wouldn't it be possible to develop spells that cannot be cured? Or, to use this energy to make all spells incurable!

"What mischief are you up to now?" Mostima looked at Yarman beside her. She felt a familiar feeling; she always had this feeling whenever Yarman wanted to do something bad.

“⊙(?◇?)?”

“I knew it! You were definitely plotting something bad!” Mostima said confidently, looking at Yarman’s innocent expression. She hadn’t been sure before, but seeing that expression, she was certain!

Yes, that's right, he's definitely thinking something bad!

(*T_T*)

"Stop pretending, tell me, what are you thinking about now!" Mostima reached out her left hand and grasped his right, forcibly attempting to establish a mental connection with him despite his resistant gaze. "You said yourself, there are no secrets between us! Open the door now, let me see what you're thinking!"

“o(>﹏<)o”

"No, no refusal allowed! Open the door!" Mostima tore through Yarman's mental barrier without hesitation, forcibly establishing a mental connection with him. "Oh~~ I see! What a great idea!"

“[○?｀Д'? ○]”

"Alright, alright! Don't be angry!" Mostima patted his head and said with a smile, "Let's go to the Originium Mage Association now!"

“o('^｀)o”

“I’ll take that as your agreement!” Mostima pulled Yarman forward, dragging him along like a pet throwing a tantrum.

After walking for about ten minutes, the two arrived at the main gate of the association. Just as they were about to knock on the door, the door suddenly opened from the inside, and two young sorcerers came out.

"I heard there was an explosion in the industrial area! The energy level seems to be quite high; it even affected this area."

"Yes, it exploded right in the center of the industrial zone, and the industrial zone was basically destroyed."

"By the way, did two of our association's sages go somewhere to investigate?"

"Yes, they are two newly arrived sages."

"It seems that in a few days we will be holding a memorial service for the two sages..."

"Yeah... Hmm? Hmm?!"

Seeing the young sorcerers standing at the door, already discussing their memorial service, Mostima slowly raised her right hand, smiling as she greeted them, "Hello?"

"...Ah~~~~!"

The two of them ran frantically toward the association as if they had seen a ghost, shouting as they ran, "The dead have come back to life! They've risen from the dead! Help! Help me~~~~~!"

"..."×2

“They seem quite puzzled that we’re still alive!” Mostima said, looking at Yarman beside her with some doubt. “Shouldn’t we have survived that explosion?”

"... "

“No need to think about it, I know what you mean!” Mostima nodded, then turned to look at Jeremy, who was running down the stairs and standing in front of them. “The Chairman is here.”

"You...you really are..."

“I am Mostima, and this is Yarman.” Mostima pointed to Yarman beside her and said with a smile, “I’m sorry, because of that mission, his throat was injured and he can’t speak now.”

"Ah! I understand, I understand!" Jeremy nodded immediately. He felt that he already knew what the other party meant. The person was in such a state, so they definitely needed to pay more money and also need medical insurance.

But... this has escalated to such a huge level, with such a massive explosion... it's really going to be difficult to handle!

Of course, they were there to resolve the issue, and it was impossible for them to pursue the resolution of the matter. Even if the city council wanted to pursue it, Jeremy would absolutely not allow it. If they were to be held accountable this time, the entire commission system would completely collapse.

The only problem was that Jeremy wasn't sure if the factory owners who had commissioned the mission had survived the explosion. If they had perished along with the factories, then…

"What's wrong, Chairman Jeremy?"

"No, no!" He immediately put on a warm smile and invited the two men, "Please come to my office, I have something to discuss."

"……OK."

Chapter 155: Playing Eighteen Pieces at Once

“So, this money might be delayed in being delivered to us?” Mostima asked, sitting in his chair and looking at Jeremy, who was smiling wryly across from him.

“The main problem is that we don’t know if the factory owner is dead or not. If he’s gone too, then… it will be more difficult.” Jeremy sat in his chair and explained to the two of them, “The reward will definitely be given to you two. In this case, we’ll have to go through the council’s procedures, but it should be quite quick.”

"It's pretty fast, but how long does it take?"

“About... seventy to ninety days,” Jeremy said uncertainly. He had done similar tasks before, going through the same parliamentary process, and it took him a full eighty-three days to successfully receive his payment from the foundation under the parliament.

Everyone knows how those people in the parliament behave: they're stingy, indecisive, and love to extort money and favors. If you don't give them some benefits, they'll drag it out indefinitely.

"So long!" Mostima exclaimed in surprise. Even the Victorian Council doesn't drag things out this long. As for Sargon, they are quick and efficient, giving you a result on the spot.

The result was simple: serves you right. If you don't give it to me, get out!

“There’s nothing we can do. After all, it’s a parliament. There are too many people, too many opinions, too many factions, too much internal strife, and too many trivial matters. In the end, even a small thing can drag on for ages.” Jeremy was also helpless. He had no way to deal with those people. “At most, I can only put pressure on them as an association.”

“…That’s the only way.” Mostima could only nod helplessly. They also bore some responsibility for this. They had blown things up too much, leaving even the employer’s fate unknown. It was normal that they couldn’t get their money back.

Sitting in the chair, Yarman made no comment. When he uttered his true name and a large hole was blasted into the industrial area, he knew that his and his companion's payment was probably gone.

“But you two can rest assured, this money will definitely be given to you,” Jeremy said earnestly, sitting up straight and looking at the two of them. “The association will get this money for you!”

“Is that so? Well then, thank you very much, Chairman Jeremy,” Mostima replied casually.

The three sat in the office. Mostima remained silent for a long time before slowly standing up. She calmly said, "If there's nothing else, we'll take our leave now."

Seeing the two preparing to leave, Jeremy immediately urged them to stay, saying, "Please wait a moment!"

"Ok?"

"I wonder if either of you would be interested in staying at the association to give lectures?" Jeremy said with a smile. "Two lectures a week, with revenue of 70% of the ticket price, and the association will cover your room and board."

“This…” Mostima looked at Yarman beside her, and after receiving his confirmation, she nodded, “I agree, when do we start?”

“Let’s start tonight!” Jeremy took an ornate key from a drawer under his desk and placed it on the table. “These are the keys to the two rooms. Just send in the energy, and the room navigation will be displayed.”

Mostima paused for a moment, looking at the key on the table and then at the smiling Jeremy. She stepped forward, picked up the key, and said with a smile, "Thank you very much for Chairman Jeremy's arrangement."

"I'm glad you two are satisfied. I'm glad you're satisfied."

…………

Sitting in his chair, Yarman placed a bottle of mineral water in front of Mostima. During the three-hour lecture, Mostima spoke non-stop without pausing for a moment, while he sat to the side, using magic to construct and demonstrate the magical structures she described.

For him, it was actually quite boring, since it was all basic stuff, and it all came from his own library, things he already knew by heart.

But judging from the speed at which these people take notes, it's clear they haven't received any training in these underlying principles. Of course, not everyone needs to take notes, after all...

The other people brought video cameras and recorded the lecture from the beginning to the end.

"Okay, thank you." Mostima took the bottled water, took a big gulp, and then leaned back on the high stool behind her, catching her breath. "I wonder how much money I'll make this time?"

"..."

"Forget it, let's just take what we can." Mostima glanced at the silent Yalman beside her, and rubbed his head in frustration. "I'm so bored when you can't talk!"

“I could actually say that.”

"……Um?!"

“Just a vibration spell.” Yarman looked at Mostima and smiled. “I tried to use a spell to vibrate the air and make a sound. I spent a whole night figuring it out and finally finished it.”

"Ah..." Mostima nodded as if she understood, then suddenly changed the subject, "So you mean you weren't listening to what I was saying at all? I was just wondering why some of the models were drawn wrong!"

“Uh… this…” Yarman paused, then quickly explained, “Of course I was listening, but I was only partially focused on figuring out the spell! Besides, if I wasn’t listening, how could I have drawn so many models correctly, right? So I was listening!”

“Alright.” Mostima nodded, then asked curiously, “Can your spell simulate multi-channel sound? What about reverberation? And playing eighteen songs simultaneously?”

"...Are you kidding me?" Yarman looked at her strangely. How could you be so inhuman? Playing eighteen pieces at once? How is that possible...? It really is possible!

“However… it’s not impossible!” Yarman said seriously, as he thought for a moment. “This spell is simple, but its potential is almost limitless. As long as you can control it, you can do not only eighteen, but also a thousand eight hundred!”

"Ok?"

“This spell is very simple and consumes little energy. The only difficulty in using it depends on the complexity of the language.” Yarman looked at her and said slowly, “The language is particularly difficult, so it took me three hours to complete the simulation.”

“…What amazing magic!” Mostima exclaimed. “Life is the greatest driving force for progress.”

“Spells have indeed made our lives more convenient,” Yarman said slowly.

"A great sage, a great sage?"

"Hmm?" Mostima looked at the cashier holding the money box in front of her. "Is there something you need?"

"We've calculated your earnings from this lecture." The cashier opened the box, took out a large cloth bag, and handed it to the two of them. "There are 983 coins in total!"

"..."×2

The two exchanged a glance, and Mostima took the money bag with delight. She hadn't expected that giving a speech could be so lucrative. In one night, for three hours, she talked about some basic things and earned almost a thousand!

These sorcerers here make money way too easily!

Chapter 156: The Dream Realm is not the same as the Subspace!

A month later.

“It seems they really aren’t coming.” Yarman sat in a chair. The two of them had been here for a month, waiting for the Doctor and the others in this city, but they never came.

“Then let’s get ready to leave and go out and have some fun!” Mostima said to Yarman beside her, tossing the book in her hand aside. She was tired of giving lectures here.

Nodding, Yarman stood up. "Alright, then we'll get ready to leave... Wait!"

"what happened?"

"Doctor and the others... have found my true form!" Yalman slowly looked at Mostima beside him. He immediately walked to the table, sat down, picked up paper and pen, and began to write a letter. As he wrote, he said hurriedly, "Our true forms have arrived. We will be returning soon!"

"So what are you writing?"

“Write a letter and tell Jeremy that we’re leaving,” Yarman said as he wrote. After finishing the last line, he signed his name at the bottom of the letter and tossed the pen aside.

He looked up at the ceiling. "It's here!"

"So fast." Mostima sighed as he looked at the ceiling, which began to distort and deform, eventually turning into a portal. "I haven't had enough fun yet, and we're already going back."

Before the words were finished, the portal suddenly slammed shut, and the two vanished into thin air, leaving behind only an envelope with still-wet ink and a golden quill pen swaying gently in the wind.

…………

"Put some effort into it!"

"Who told you to insert it so deep! Now look what you've done, you can't pull it out!"

"How could I know so much!"

"You seem to think this kind of ignorance is something to be proud of!"

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up!" Yarman lay on the recliner, looking at Mostima standing in front of him, pulling hard on the tubes inserted into his body. He said helplessly, "I didn't expect it to turn out like this!"

"Smack!"

Mostima took a slight step back, casually tossing the tubing in her hand to the ground. She wiped imaginary sweat from her forehead, looked at Yarman who was still lying in the chair, and said irritably, "Not yet!"

“That’s all!” Yalman slowly stood up, the tubes attached to his back falling away. “Did you receive your clone? They’ve really gone all out this time!”

"What about your Dreamland Project, the leak of the Originium server, which completely polluted that space?" Mostima asked calmly, arms crossed. "You're not planning to use this half-finished product on Terra, are you? Terra would be completely doomed if you did."

“I’ve finished perfecting it.” Yarman glanced at the 3D star model beside him, pressed a button on the control panel, and let out a deep sigh of relief. “It’s done.”

"Is that all?"

"The rest can be left to the world consciousness; it doesn't require much technical skill." Yarman picked up the white lab coat he had tossed aside and draped it over his shoulders. "Let's go. The Dream Realm will officially launch in a week!"

"Now, let us welcome our champion, the first chosen one of all races, the honorary sage, the number one person under the starry sky, the omnipotent Mr. Wutong."

“He actually accepted all these fancy titles.” Mostima expressed his incomprehension, wondering if he didn’t feel embarrassed to be given such fancy titles.

“You’ll have to ask him about that.” Yarman pushed open the door, looked at the Rhodes Island group sitting in the reception room, and said with a smile, “Welcome to my laboratory.”

"..."×n

"You guys don't seem very happy?"

“If you were killed a dozen times, you wouldn’t be happy either, Mr. Yarman.” ACE looked at Yarman calmly. He had suffered a lot during this time. The battles here had completely overturned his understanding of heavy armor. All sorts of strange weapons had killed him a dozen times.

What's worse is that every time he dies, the postdoc brings him back to life in less than twenty minutes.

Feeling the resentful gazes behind him, the Doctor gave an awkward smile. He had no choice; after all, finding a new replacement would require adding a glimmer of hope, and bringing back an ACE would be cheaper.

But he couldn't stand ACE's gaze either, and he quickly asked, "Why did you send us here to find you this time?"

Pulling Mostima to sit slowly on the sofa, Yarman didn't answer him immediately, but instead brought up another matter, "In one week, the Dreamland will officially open."

"Hmm? Hmm, and then? Don't change the subject!"