A chat group for a certain tower warlock

After walking for a while, Yarman looked at a milk tea shop next door, pointed at it, and asked, "You must be tired after walking for so long. Would you like some drinks?"

"Okay!" Exusiai nodded, then asked, "What would you like to drink?"

"I... I'd like a bubble tea... wait, it's on me..."

“Okay, bubble tea, Texas, you still want hot chocolate, right?” Exusiai nodded and walked into the shop, leaving the two of them looking at each other outside.

"Has she always been like this?"

"Yes."

"This can't go on!"

"There's nothing we can do about it, that's just life."

Chapter Seventeen: Birds of a Feather

"There's something I've always been curious about," Yarman said, holding his milk tea and looking at Exusiai, who was busy eating apple pie beside him. "Are the guns in Laterano mechanical or magical staffs?"

“Hmm, hmm…” Exusiai swallowed the apple pie in her mouth and looked at Yarman beside her, saying, “It’s a mechanical staff, half mechanical and half magical creation. In short, it’s a machine powered by Originium Arts.”

"Haven't you seen a gun before?"

“I have seen them, but they are not like yours,” Yarman replied as he walked. In his previous life, the guns in his world were completely mechanized, with copper-plated steel bullets instead of etched bullets, gunpowder as the propellant, and firing pins instead of Originium Arts as the triggering device.

"Are the guns of Letania different from those of Laterano?"

"Well, actually, there aren't many guns in Letania. Most people use crossbows," Yarman replied. Guns aren't widely used on Terra. After all, they're not very powerful, but they require a high level of skill to use properly. Only a few people are qualified to use them correctly.

Of these people, some became sorcerers, some became officers, some became scholars of Originium, some went on to use bows and crossbows, and even fewer used guns.

As for Lateran's blockade of gun technology, it's like a joke. They said they would block it, but it lasted for hundreds of years. Now every country has its own gun technology, and all of them have the influence of Lateran guns. It's really a pointless blockade.

"Where did you see this before?" Exusiai asked him with a puzzled look. "Where else could you be but a tower sorcerer like you, besides Letania?"

“First of all, Tower Warlocks aren’t shut-ins; we have our own social activities too,” Yarman explained to Exusiai with a helpless expression. “Second, you should know that Letania and Kazdel have a very special relationship; we sometimes go there to exchange ideas and learn.”

"This one……"

"Doesn't history get taught in Laterano's basic education?" Yarman paused for a moment, then turned to look at the embarrassed Exusiai. "Or did Laterano's history textbooks erase Kazdel?"

He was aware of the matter of revising the textbook content. When he was still an apprentice, he had participated in the compilation conference of the general textbooks of Letania with his teacher. At that time, they were responsible for the textbooks on general spells, and his teacher was responsible for discussing with other sorcerers what spells to put on the textbooks.

These apprentices, on the other hand, would gather together to create a beautiful historical origin story for the spells chosen by their teachers. This was actually a difficult task, because they had to discuss and write together with the history textbook compilation group next door to prevent the two groups from creating completely different stories and ultimately giving themselves away.

"This one……"

Seeing the increasingly embarrassed Exusiai and the smiling Texas beside her, Yarman immediately understood what was going on. He smiled and said sarcastically, "Looks like you weren't paying attention in class~~~~"

"W-what are you doing!" Exusiai shouted angrily, feeling the gazes of the two people beside her. "Did you guys listen to useless history when you were in school?"

"Yes," Texas replied calmly.

"..."

"You don't need to watch over me, I don't usually go to school."

"See! I told you so! You don't even go to school, and you still have the nerve to criticize me!"

Looking at Exusiai, who resembled a triumphant rooster, Yarman decided to pour cold water on her enthusiasm. "I don't go to school because I helped write the textbooks for Letania School. I usually go to schools to give lectures or to provide vocational training for specialized professionals."

"..."

"Alright, I won't tease you anymore." Yarman shook his head and continued walking towards the outer city. When he travels, his favorite place to visit is the outer city of each mobile city. After all, the inner city of most mobile cities is pretty much the same, and you can tell what the others are like just by looking at one.

Reaching the checkpoint between the inner and outer city areas, Yarman turned to the two people behind him and asked, "I'm leaving now. Are you going to continue following me?"

"Of course I'll go! If I go back, I won't get my paid leave!"

"Aren't you guys in logistics? This thing even has paid leave?"

"Normally there aren't, but now that I'm with you, I do, don't I?"

"...Your boss is really in good health. If you had a worse one, you'd probably be changing bosses in no time." Yarman breathed a slight sigh of relief. He really couldn't understand where that Emperor had found such a lively character from Lateran.

Walking along the streets of the outer city, Yarman looked around at the food stalls and then at his adjusted watch. He asked with some surprise, "It's three o'clock in the afternoon. Why are there still people loitering on the streets?"

Is there anything strange about that?

“Yes! I’ve been to so many mobile cities, and factories start operating at 3 PM. The streets of the outer city are almost deserted; everyone is working in the factories.” Yarman said curiously, looking at the young man sitting at a roadside food stall, constantly chugging alcohol and with a baton at his waist.

In most countries, the outer areas of mobile cities are entirely industrial zones and low-end residential areas. To the government, these people are just living machine parts, and they would love to keep them working in factories 24 hours a day and never let them come out.

The most outrageous thing he had ever seen was in a border city of Sargon, where the chieftain militarized the outer city and implemented a system exactly like that of the Ursus mines. Except that they didn't kill for fun, even he and his teacher felt that it was a living hell.

A place that can shock even a tower sorcerer and be considered excessive must be utterly rotten.

Standing there, observing the young man who had drunk himself into a stupor, slumped over the table, revealing large patches of bruises and tattoos on his arms, Yarman frowned slightly. He turned to the two men behind him who seemed unfazed. "Could this be an underground gang from Lungmen? Doesn't the Guard Bureau care about them?"

“To be precise, they should be referred to as ground-level gangs,” Texas said calmly. “From 6 a.m. to 6 p.m., the Lungmen Guard Bureau manages the outer city, and for the next twelve hours, these gangs take over.”

"...So, to be precise, they are supervisors who came out to relax after finishing their night shift, not idle people?"

"Yes, Mr. Yarman."

"..."

"There's nothing strange about that, is there? Yarman."

“There’s really nothing strange about it.” Yarman snapped out of his reverie, shook his head with a smile. He should have known that it was impossible for pure and innocent flowers to bloom on this crazy and cruel land.

They're just wearing different clothes; once they take them off, they're all the same.

Chapter 18: My Childhood Dream

Exusiai and Texas exchanged a glance, puzzled by Yarman's sudden unusual behavior. They didn't understand why Yarman would react so strongly to such an ordinary situation.

Yarman didn't want to explain much; it was just that an untimely and unrealistic fantasy had been shattered, and it was bound to be shattered sooner or later anyway, so there was nothing worth explaining.

Continuing forward, Yarman prepared to venture deeper into the outer city of Lungmen to observe Lungmen closely and see how its people lived.

Seeing that Yarman was about to go inside, Exusiai stepped forward, looked at him, and asked, "Why do you still want to go in? There are factories and other messy things inside. What are you going to do there?"

"Going in and taking a look would fulfill a childhood dream of mine," Yarman replied calmly, before continuing to walk deeper into the outer city.

Hearing his words, Exusiai's eyes lit up. She immediately moved closer to Yarman, poked his arm, and asked with a curious look, "What was your dream when you were little? What was it?"

"...I won't say."

"Tell me, tell me! Let me have a laugh!"

"...I won't tell!"

"Yalman, don't be so stingy!"

"If you think I'm stingy, then tell me what your childhood dream was!" Yarman looked at her and said with a slight smile. He didn't believe she would dare to talk about her childhood dream. Apart from those who actually realized their childhood dreams, most people couldn't bring themselves to say it.

Hearing his words, Exusiai thought for a moment, then said seriously, "When I was little, I wanted to get my own gun and go on adventures with...them, but..."

Looking at the dejected Exusiai, Yarman, combining his memories, also realized who it was.

"Alright, it's your turn!"

“Me? When I was a child, I actually wanted to become a humanities and social scientists, to spread civilization and knowledge.” Yarman’s lips curled into a smile, a smile full of loneliness and mockery. “And now I’m a tower sorcerer, spending my life spreading war while writing books to fool others.”

"This..." Exusiai was speechless. Although she wanted to comfort Yarman, she couldn't find any words of comfort, after all, this matter was really too ironic.

The difference between a Tower Sorcerer and a humanities and social scientists is not so much that they are completely opposite; they are practically diametrically opposed in real life!

Moreover, considering his current strength and status, his speed is quite fast!

Glancing at the frozen Exusiai, Yarman said calmly, "It's alright, there's no need to comfort me. This is the path I chose myself, it doesn't deserve sympathy or pity."

Looking at the indifferent Yarman, Exusiai thought for a long time, then took out the last apple pie in her hand and handed it to Yarman, saying, "Here, have this, don't be sad."

"..."

"Take it quickly, I'm afraid I'll regret it later!"

"You really are... thanks." Yarman remained silent for a long time before accepting the apple pie from Exusiai. After Exusiai's actions, his mood was like an overturned paint box, a mix of emotions.

Seeing that he was still not very happy, Exusiai suddenly asked, "Since you're so unhappy in Letania, why don't you just leave?"

"Because I took over my teacher's staff! I have a responsibility to carry on my lineage. If it weren't for that, I would have left long ago. Who wants to face those scumbags every day? ...Although I'm no saint either, scumbags hate scumbags more than normal people!"

"Wait a minute, did your teacher say that we must make our mark in Letania?"

"No, he was hit on the back of the head by his own stone statue servant, gave me the staff, and then died."

"Then you can just develop in another place! There are so many countries in Terra. If you don't like Letania, you can just move on to another place, right? You're so strong now, you can make a living anywhere. If all else fails, just go wander the wastelands!"

"Tsk... It's not that simple. There are so many expenses, which one is..."

"It's not that difficult. Look at all those small groups in the wasteland that can be self-sufficient." Exusiai patted Yarman on the shoulder, clearly annoyed, and said earnestly, "You can't back down just because you see difficulties!"

"Who says I back down when I see difficulties! ...Wait, what difficulties are there?"

"The difficulties of wandering in the wilderness!"

"When did I ever say I was going to wander the wasteland!" Yarman suddenly realized, turning to look at Exusiai. "I would never, ever wander the wasteland in my entire life!"

"Now that you mention it, I think it's even more likely, right, Texas?"

"Yes, that's right."

"If I go to the wasteland, I'll be a dog!"

“You’re… oh right, you’re Kitty.” Exusiai suddenly realized, then leaned closer and said teasingly, “But you rode in our car earlier, you know, Doggy.”

"[Leytanian profanity]! That's because..."

"Don't give me any 'because' or 'why,' just tell me whether you sat down or not!"

"……Yes."

"Then are you a dog?"

“…No!” Yarman shook his head firmly. “Anyway, it’s not. Don’t say anything more, just apple pie for a week.”

"No, at least a month!"

"Ten days!"

Three weeks!

Two weeks!

"Deal!" Exusiai followed behind Yarman with her arms crossed, beaming with joy. Now she could enjoy two weeks of apple pie freedom and save some money to buy a gun.

Yarman sighed deeply, then turned to Texas, who was standing silently to the side, and said, "What about you? What do you want? Tell me."

"Two weeks' supply of Pocky sticks!"

"Fine, I'll give it to you." Yarman shook his head helplessly. He shouldn't have kept his promises so much. He should have been like those old nobles, who spoke as if it were nothing, their mouths full of empty words and not a single word of truth.

But that would be disgusting. People shouldn't disgust themselves when they're alive, right?

In high spirits, Exusiai began humming a little tune, while Yarman kept observing the various residences, factories, shops, and so on around him. Unlike Letania, the factories here were mainly light industries, assembling mobile phones, making clothes, and manufacturing toiletries...

“The factory’s design is a bit different… wait!” Yarman paused, turning to look at a group of young people at the end of the road. One of them was writing something with a notebook in one hand and a pen in the other, while the others were gesturing in the air with various tools and saying something.

The staff quietly appeared in his hand. He gently tapped his eyes, enhancing his vision hundreds of times. Then he waved the staff around him, erasing the presence of the others.

Soon, the group continued forward with their tools, leaving the other three standing still. After a moment's thought, Yarman turned and asked, "Do you have a map of the outer city of Lungmen?"

"Maps? Yes, tourist maps."

"I'm talking about military maps, the kind with contour lines, terrain markings, and coordinates accurate to the meter!"

"How could this be? The outer city is in such chaos!"

"……I see."

Chapter 19: Harry Goes Mad, Yarman Suffers

After spending the day exploring the outer city, Yarman bid farewell to his two henchmen and returned to the hotel. Sitting on the large sofa, he couldn't understand why the people from Lungmen didn't react at all to those few people. They had already come to draw maps, and they were still foolishly ignoring everything.

"Forget it, it's not my responsibility anyway. Maybe Wei Yanwu thinks he can handle it." Yarman lay on the sofa. He now understood why the Reunion Movement acted like they were back home once they entered Lungmen. The military map was already drawn up. It wasn't just a matter of walking towards it.

He casually opened the chat group and blinked in surprise at the 99+ comments.

Yarman: Don't you guys have any work to do? Why are you all just chatting here?

Dumbledore: There's no work to do. Even if there were, McGonagall would do it. I'd just stand there and keep things in order.

Veronica: What do you think I should do?

Lin Yi: Actually, no. You, Linard, Scranton, and Tesla are online less often, especially Tesla. He seems to have encountered a small problem recently and is busy dealing with it!