A chat group for a certain tower warlock

Scranton: Who called me?

Lin Yi: I didn't call you. Go back and work on your reality anchor.

Scranton: OK, I'm off then. If it's urgent, just @ me.

Lin Yi: @CatHeadTowerWarrior, look, this is the state. In fact, this group is essentially a place for us unlucky guys to stick together for warmth and mutual benefit. Come and check it out when you have time, everyone is usually quite busy.

Lin Yi: Oh, right, there's one more thing. Have you finished getting my spare flying sword ready?

A spare flying sword? ...Damn it! I completely forgot about it!

Yarman: This thing... give me a few more days, and I'll collect the materials and make it for you!

Lin Yi: Then hurry up! I'm in a rush!

Yarman: Okay, okay!

Veronica: By the way, I did manage to get my hands on a flying sword. If you want it, group leader, I can let you use it.

Lin Yi: Okay! Here's the link!

Veronica: I've put it in the group store, you can buy it yourself.

Veronica: @CatHeadTowerWarlock, have you solved your problem with the Pure Originium yet?

Yarman: I'd like to solve it, but is it really that easy? If it were that easy, I would have done it already. The problem is I've accepted a commission from Lungmen and can't get away.

Dumbledore: Take your time, there's no rush. Just let us know in the group chat if you need anything, and we'll all help.

Yarman: I know. By the way, Albus, how are things going on your end?

Dumbledore: Not so good. Ever since Harry came out, all sorts of evil gods have appeared in the world like dumplings being dropped into a pot. The waters of my world have become completely muddy. Right now, I'm busy putting out fires all over the place!

Dumbledore: Alright, that's enough, I have to go put out the fire.

Yarman: Well then, you go ahead and get busy. I'm going to make a flying sword for Old Lin too.

Lin Yi: Hurry up, hurry up! Good luck!

Looking at the cheeky group owner, Yarman shook his head helplessly, casually closed the chat group, took out the door key from his pocket, and with a slight flash of magical light, he disappeared into thin air.

The next second, he appeared in the laboratory of the Wizarding Tower. Looking at the newly added instruments around him, Yarman nodded in satisfaction. His servants were quite capable; they had delivered and installed such sophisticated and advanced instruments to the laboratory in such a short time.

"It saves me the trouble of installing it myself, which is great." Yarman walked forward slowly. This time, he was going to help Lin Yi forge a flying sword. If he hadn't been bored and bought a copy of Lin Yi's complete collection of weapon forging, he really wouldn't know how to do this thing.

"What should I refine?" Yarman looked at the various materials in front of him and was a little lost. This was the first time he had made such a novel thing as a flying sword, and he didn't know how to do it.

"...Fine, let's just do it like a regular magical creation."

Five hours later.

Looking at the door-like object resembling a sword, Yarman scratched his head, muttering, "Something's not right. Why did it turn out like this? I clearly aimed for the Crimson Sky Sword, so why did it turn out like the Giant Sword Sword? The mold is fine, the spell circuits are fine..."

Looking at the steel door panel in front of him, which was engraved with spell circuits, Yarman was quite helpless. He felt that his crafting technique was completely correct, but he just didn't know why this was the result.

"This... won't do. We need to think of a way to change it!" Yarman circled the door panel in front of him several times, then pulled out his staff from his robes. Just as he was about to cast a spell, he stopped.

He originally intended to use his Transformation spell to transform the doorway into something like the Crimson Sky, but then he reconsidered. This thing was definitely meant for use in battles, and if his Transformation spell failed halfway through a fight, and the Crimson Sky instantly transformed into the Giant Sword, wouldn't that be a trap for Lin Yi?

"Good heavens, if this happens, he might come from another world to kill me." Yarman thought about the scene, then a smile appeared on his lips. This kind of thing is too bad, we can't do it like this. "There are only a few people in the chat group, don't let him kill us."

“Let’s work on it.” Yarman picked up the door panel and placed it on the workbench next to him, and began to modify it little by little. It wouldn’t have been necessary to go through all this trouble, but he had already inscribed the spell circuits in advance, so now he had to modify the spell circuits at the same time as modifying the sword.

After two hours, Yarman breathed a deep sigh of relief. He picked up the longsword that had transformed into Crimson Sky and gently activated the Originium Arts. Looking at the dazzling magical light on it, he nodded in satisfaction. Then he uploaded the flying sword to the group shop, priced at one trading point, and limited to Lin Yi.

Just as he was preparing to return to Longmen, his servants' sudden unusual behavior caught his attention.

"What's going on?" Yarman frowned slightly, then disappeared into thin air.

Are you sure this news is true?

"Yes, Mr. Cardo, I'm sure it's absolutely true!"

"What's going on?" Yarman asked, stepping out of the spatial rift sparkling with magical energy and looking at the two people engaged in a heated discussion.

Kaldor immediately bowed and presented the document in his hand to him, saying respectfully, "Master, our spies with Elector Harry have sent word that Elector Harry lost the political struggle and sent his assassins to kill another Elector, but they were caught red-handed!"

"The Twin Queens have issued a decree of accusation. Elector Harry has been recalled to the capital, stripped of his Elector status, and is currently being interrogated in the capital's prison!"

"...[Leytanian profanity]!"

Chapter Twenty: Melancholy Blues

Good heavens, this is a serious matter!

Yarman held the intelligence, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty. Harry's unwise move was truly unexpected. How could he send his assassins to kill someone after losing a political battle? Did he really think the other side was unprepared, or did he think only he had assassins?

Besides, didn't he give out the medicine? Why was he still caught red-handed?

It's really baffling; I don't know what they do all day long.

"Sigh... Kaldor."

"Yes Master."

"Now, you all go and stockpile supplies immediately. I'm giving you full access to the tower warehouses. Fill them up as quickly as possible! At the same time, order your spies to keep a close eye on Harry's latest movements. Report to me immediately if there are any new developments!" Yarman said in a deep voice.

"Yes, sir!" Kaldor bowed deeply, then stood up and ran towards the door.

Watching the servant leave, Yarman sighed again. He wasn't worried about Harry's life or death; even if Harry died this time, he could simply find another nobleman to cooperate with. What he was worried about was that Harry wouldn't be able to withstand the interrogation and would reveal the details of their deal.

Leaving aside the various potions, those are minor issues. The most crucial problem is that in a deal Harry made with his teacher, the payment was a fragment of the Wizarding Codex, which is an absolute contraband in Letania today and must be destroyed immediately upon discovery!

Harry not only didn't destroy it, but also traded it as payment. The same was true for them; they not only didn't destroy it, but even stole and learned various spells from it!

If Harry were to reveal this, not only would Harry and his friends be doomed, but they would also be held accountable by the Twin Queens. The best outcome would be forced memory erasure and expulsion from the country, while the worst outcome would be their complete disappearance from Terra.

"Sigh, really, I have no idea what they're thinking every day!" Yarman shook his head helplessly and turned to walk towards the core of the tower. Because of this, he needed to go to his chosen escape location in advance to prepare.

A few minutes later, a beam of magical light shot out from the top of the tower, reaching the heavens and the earth, and Yarman, who was located at the very center of the tower, disappeared in the magical sparks.

…………

Wasteland, the ruins of an abandoned mobile city in Iberia.

"boom!"

A spatial rift, its edges spewing magical sparks, suddenly appeared in the abandoned mobile city, and a Philim man dressed in a purplish-black wizard's robe and holding a black staff staggered out of it.

"Cough cough cough cough, this place is too desolate!" Yarman was bent over, coughing incessantly. When he stepped out of the space cave, he forgot to close his mouth tightly, and as a result, a sudden gust of wind filled his mouth with sand.

After coughing for a while, Yarman finally recovered. He slowly straightened up, looked around, and observed the abandoned mobile city, which, although desolate and filled with Originium crystals, still had a normal overall structure.

"Wow... Iberia is really rich! They can just throw away such a huge mobile city. It's just a natural disaster, it's not like it's unusable. They can just fix it." After carefully observing the entire mobile city, Yarman was amazed by Iberia's wealth and extravagance.

This isn't one of those mobile cities we have now. This is a product from the era of heavy artillery and giant ships two hundred years ago. Back then, mobile cities were at least four times the size of today!

This massive mobile city of that era was abandoned by Iberia without hesitation after suffering a natural disaster. One has to admire their strength!

But what Yarman didn't know was that it wasn't that Iberia didn't want to take it back; it was just that due to the continuous decline of its national power, Iberia no longer even had the ability to completely clear out this mobile city and take it back!

Even the cost of bringing this thing back was too much for them, so they had no choice but to throw it away.

Walking through the mobile city, Yarman leisurely observed his surroundings while continuously casting spells to shatter the massive Originium crystals stuck in the ground. Letania was no longer safe, and he needed to prepare for a retreat as soon as possible, at least to give the tower a flat place to rest.

"There's nobody here!" Yarman said with a bit of surprise. Mobile cities abandoned in the wilderness like this usually gather a huge number of homeless people, but this mobile city didn't have any... There was a few, but not many, just one, who seemed to be a temporary resident.

"Forget it, let's ignore that person." Yarman shattered all the Originium crystals in a large area around him, swept them away, found a place to sit down, rested for a while, and then began to locate the target.

The biggest drawback of oversized door keys is the calibration problem. They can drop a large number of objects to one place, but the error is extremely large, often exceeding one kilometer. This error can be extremely fatal in some situations, such as dropping an item onto flat ground on a mountain, only to drop it onto a cliff.

What Yarman is doing now is to pinpoint the exact location of the deployment to prevent his magic tower from being deployed to the wrong place. Last time he could only confirm that it would be deployed to the mobile city, but this time he also made sure to pinpoint the exact location.

One hour later.

"Phew~~~~Finally finished!"

"Are you tired? Let me wipe you down."

"Oh, thank you... Hmm?!"

Yarman habitually took the handkerchief, and just as he put it on his forehead to wipe the sweat, he froze. This was clearly a wasteland, not his own sorcery tower. Who was handing him a handkerchief to wipe his sweat?

"Shh!"

"Calm down, calm down, don't get agitated, don't get agitated."

"Who are you?" Yarman did not put down his staff, but looked coldly at the woman standing behind him, the tip of his staff gleaming with a ghostly green light.

This woman actually appeared behind him without him reacting at all!

Yarman was now covered in cold sweat. Fortunately, the person in front of him had no ill intentions. Otherwise, if he had been cut down, even though he had become a great wizard, he would probably have been lying on the ground at the mercy of the man.

Quite a number of great wizards have died at the hands of assassins!

So, if this woman can't convince herself, then... Avada Kedavra!

"Calm down. Look, I've been here for so long and haven't laid a hand on you. Doesn't that show I have no ill intentions?"

"That's why my spell didn't fire."

"Could you put the staff down?"

"..."

Yarman slowly put away his staff, looking at the smiling woman before him. "Who are you?"

“Me? I’m a messenger,” the woman said with a smile. “A messenger from Penguin Logistics.”

"Penguin Logistics?" Yarman paused, carefully observing the blue-haired woman with a black halo above her head. He felt like he'd seen her somewhere before—such a peculiar fallen angel messenger… That's right! This is… Melancholy Blues!

No, it's Mostima!

Chapter Twenty-One: You are Free

Seeing that Yarman seemed to have lowered his guard, Mostima smiled and repeated, "Yes, Penguin Logistics."

“Penguin Logistics.” Yarman slowly put his staff back into his pocket and said calmly, “I know Penguin Logistics and I know your boss, Mr. Emperor, but that’s no reason for you to sneak up behind me and spy on me.”

“I was wrong to do this,” Mostima said with a smile that remained unchanged. “But, sir, I did not spy on you; I was simply standing openly behind you and watching.”

"...No matter what, I didn't give you permission to come here, much less permission to see this..."

"Excuse me for speaking frankly, sir, this is a wasteland, a public place. You have no right to restrict my movements. Moreover, your act of graffitiing in a public place constitutes deliberate damage to public property."

"..."

[Leytania swears]! I can't even win an argument with her!

Yarman was speechless after Mostima's words. Looking at her unchanging smile, he felt for the first time that the Sarkaz were so hateful. He really wanted to kill her with a magic spear!

But... the Lateran Notary Office's mad dog nose is just too sharp. They know where any Lateran person has died, and they will kill the murderer no matter what.

Seemingly sensing Yalman's silence, Mostima smiled and said, "You don't need to worry. I only came here because of the spatial distortion you were emitting. I'll be leaving in a moment. Please don't worry, I won't tell anyone about what's going on here."

"...Then you should leave quickly." Yarman immediately started to urge people on. Mostima's appearance made him feel a certain sense of crisis. He needed to complete the control of the entire mobile city as soon as possible to prevent a similar situation from happening again.

“Of course, of course.” Mostima nodded with a smile, then took out a business card from her bosom and handed it to Yarman. “May I ask what your name is, sir? Please do not refuse. The place you have chosen is unlikely to be visited by anyone other than a messenger like myself.”

"Yalman." Yarman took the business card and glanced at it. "Mostima?"

"Yes, sir."

“There’s something wrong with this business card of yours!” Yarman looked at the business card in front of him with a serious expression. The aura of time swirling around it was incredibly strong. This business card was like an anchor point in the river of time, fixing the time of everything around it.

“This is a business card specially prepared for a unique guest like yourself.” Mostima’s smile remained unchanged; the smile seemed to be an integral part of her face, never disappearing.

"..."

"Let's get to know each other again, Yarman Muller, the tower sorcerer of Letania." Yarman carefully put away the card, walked up to the Blue Angel, and extended his right hand to shake hands with him.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Yarman.” Mostima smiled and shook his outstretched hand.

Releasing his grip, Yarman spread his hands to the surroundings. "As you can see, this mobile city is the residence I have chosen. I will be living here in the future. Please forgive my rudeness earlier."

“Of course, Mr. Yalman.” Mostima looked at Yalman, whose attitude had changed drastically, but his smile remained unchanged. To earn the respect of such powerful sorcerers, you must demonstrate your strength. Only when they know your power will they lower their guard.

As Yarman carefully observed the fallen angel before him, a look of amazement flashed in his eyes. The aura of time emanating from this person was so intense that it was inhuman. In Letania, there were people who studied time magic, but as far as he knew, no one could reach the level of this person.

If he didn't know that the person before him was a fallen angel, and that this was Terra instead of Cthulhu, he might have mistaken him for a hound of Yandalos, or a favorite of Yog-Sothoth.

"That's amazing!"

"Compared to you, I am but a minor sorcerer with only slight skill."

“You can’t say that. This is time magic, and I don’t want to make enemies with a time mage,” Yarman said bluntly. At their level, lying was pointless; everyone could sense it.

“Mr. Yarman, with your strength, time cannot hold you back.”