A chat group for a certain tower warlock

Chapter 233: How can I drive away the other diners and eat alone?

"Sir, what's wrong?"

The masked man glared angrily at Zhang Wenjin and said coldly, "You've been followed. This hideout has been exposed. Pack your things and prepare to move to another hideout. Also, draw a picture of that person and give it to the Imperial Observatory so they can send someone to deal with him!"

"Ah!" Zhang Wenjin exclaimed in surprise. As an intelligence worker, he was being followed without even knowing it, and his hideout had been discovered. He was doomed; he was definitely going to get punished.

Seeing Zhang Wenjin standing there dumbfounded and distraught, the masked man became even angrier. "She panics at the slightest thing. With this kind of quality, she still wants to do intelligence work. I really don't know how she got in here!"

"Hurry up and get ready!" the masked man growled.

"Yes, yes, sir!"

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Walking slowly down the street, Yarman had no intention of changing his appearance. He knew that his portrait had probably already been submitted and that someone would be coming to find him soon. But he was not flustered at all, and even a little expectant. He hadn't fought with anyone in a long time and felt a little uncomfortable.

Simply put, they haven't fought in a long time, their hands are itching, and they want to find someone to fight.

After strolling around the city, Yarman headed towards an inn on the street. On his simple blue robe, there was now a small cloth bag full of silver. Thankfully, this was a eclectic world, where his witchcraft could be used normally, and creating a little silver out of thin air was still quite simple.

As for the cloth bag, he bought it on the street after he produced silver, to test it out with a container and see if it would work.

"Shopkeeper, please give me a private room." Yarman smiled as he stepped over the threshold to the counter and asked the shopkeeper gently, "How much would that cost?"

"Our inn is designated by the imperial court as a hotel for candidates taking the imperial examinations. We do not accept outside guests at the moment. I wonder if you are a candidate for the imperial examinations? If so, your room will be free," the innkeeper said with a smile, stopping his abacus work.

Upon hearing this, Yarman was stunned. He had never heard of the imperial court booking a hotel specifically for the examinees.

Under the shopkeeper's expectant gaze, he shook his head helplessly, "I am not a candidate."

"Then please find another place to stay, sir. I'm so sorry." The innkeeper bowed apologetically to Yarman. He was actually willing to earn Yarman's money, but the imperial court had already booked his hotel.

"Alright then." Yarman shook his head in disappointment, carried his book box and walked out of the inn. Then, he walked along the main street of the city and asked at several inns, only to find that they were all booked by the imperial court.

"When did the government start paying so much attention to test takers? What kind of country is this?!" Yarman continued walking forward, muttering to himself. Such a big city, yet he couldn't find a place to stay.

After searching through several inns, he finally found one that hadn't been booked by the imperial court, but the rooms there were several times more expensive than the others!

Touching his now-empty bag, Yarman sighed deeply. "Now I understand why the government didn't book this hotel. The cost of booking one hotel could have booked several others."

Following the servant upstairs to his room, Talman threw his empty book box on the floor, tossed the book he was holding onto the wooden table, pulled out a chair, and plopped down in it.

Looking at the kerosene lamp in front of him, he shook his head with a sigh, "What an amazing country! The system is a centralized monarchy, and the technology has reached the level of the First Industrial Revolution. I just wonder what the supernatural system is like."

He stood up and looked around the room. The overall structure was made of wood and stone, and all the necessary furniture was provided. There were no particularly luxurious decorations, but the paint on the walls, which reflected slightly under the oil lamp, and the atmosphere of the room made people feel particularly comfortable.

Savoring the natural woody scent in the air, Yarman nodded in satisfaction; the money was well spent.

Lying down on the soft bed, Yarman looked at the natural wood ceiling and slowly closed his eyes. He needed to take some time to understand this world, and as for how to do so, he decided to take a safe and reliable shortcut.

Instantly, the aura of the Law of Life permeated the room. This aura of the Law from a foreign land immediately attracted the attention of the laws of this world, especially the Law of Life.

Sensing the life force casting a curious glance at it, Yarman smiled slightly and tossed an olive bead—a tiny aura of life force—to it.

Like fishing, they easily caught the local laws of the world.

Upon entering the room, Yarman immediately opened his eyes. He laughed three times, and tentacles shot out in all directions, firmly grasping the consciousness of the life law!

Then, in its astonishment, a tentacle pierced its consciousness and began frantically reading its memories.

After a long while, Yarman gently released the consciousness, watching it disappear into the air. He then sat back on the bed and began to organize the memories he had read, trying to understand this world.

The main thing is to understand how strong the strongest people in this world are and how to deal with this world.

"Wow, the strongest being in this world seems to have reached the level of an Outer God!" Yarman immediately stood up from the bed. After seeing that the strongest being had been assimilated by the laws of the world and turned into a stone statue, he breathed a sigh of relief. If it were an Outer God who could still move, he would go home immediately without saying a word.

Moreover, he went straight back to his hometown to find his mother; he was afraid of being tracked to his world coordinates if he went back to Terra.

“However, the other top-tier powerhouses are also at the level of faction leaders and rulers, which is a bit difficult.” Yarman frowned as he read the information in his mind. To be precise, he also belonged to this level, but the difference was that he already knew the path to the Outer God level.

After seeing this information, he finally understood why Scranton almost died in this world. The superhumans in this world were so powerful that he couldn't possibly resist them.

Although his old friends are also very strong, they are still inferior to those at this level of strength. This is not only a bad thing, but also a good thing.

Yarman sat in his chair, quietly contemplating the matter of conquering this world. How could he get his old friends to willingly leave this world so that he could devour it all by himself?

If Terra can devour the world before it, it will surely enter a period of rapid development!

Just as he was thinking, there was a knock on the door. A servant whispered, "Sir, it's already 11:00 AM. The meal is ready. Please come downstairs to enjoy it."

Yarman frowned slightly, a little unaccustomed to it; he hadn't spoken like that in a long time. "Okay, I understand."

Forget it, I can't think of a solution anyway, so I might as well try the food here first.

Stepping out of the room and into the dining area on the first floor, one is greeted by a large group of Confucian scholars dressed in various ornate robes, sitting at the tables, eating their meals in silence, their faces very solemn.

Another batch of test takers, all of whom seem to come from well-off families.

He casually found a table to sit down and began to eat the food in front of him. His expression was just as serious as the other students', but unlike them, he was thinking about how to devour the entire world.

Chapter 234: Not a single one is a match for their major

Just as Yarman was bitterly finishing his meal, a young man in a Taoist robe sat down opposite him, his hands on the table, smiling at him without saying a word. When the servant came to ask him what he wanted to eat, he only asked for a pot of tea, and then sat there drinking it continuously.

Sitting in his chair, Yarman ate as if no one else was around. The person opposite him was clearly there to deal with him, and he was someone from the Great Li Dynasty who specialized in handling such matters.

After finishing the last grain of rice in his bowl, Yarman put down the bowl, picked up a silk handkerchief to wipe his mouth, and looked at the young Taoist who had already drunk two whole pots of monk fruit tea. He said leisurely, "You've drunk so much tea and been sitting here for so long, don't you need to go to the bathroom?"

"...I'm not in a hurry." The Taoist was puzzled by Yarman's question. He hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "My Taoist name is Xuanqing. I belong to the Imperial Observatory of the Great Li Dynasty and am an official of the Lingtai. I do not know your honorable name, sir."

“Yes, I understand. You’re an official.” Yarman nodded calmly, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and asked leisurely, “What brings you here? Just say it.”

Upon hearing this, the Taoist waved his sleeve, and an invisible soundproof barrier, like a bronze bell, enveloped the two of them. Looking at Yarman, whose expression remained unchanged, the Taoist said, "Sir, do you know that this imperial examination is the first one held by the new emperor, and the examination hall in Nanjiang City is one of the four major examination halls!"

"I understand. You're afraid I'll mess things up and ruin this imperial examination, right?"

"I would like to ask you to come with me to the Imperial Observatory in Nanjiang for a few days. Once the imperial examinations are completed, I would like to ask you to leave this place." The Taoist priest adopted a humble posture, but his tone was extremely firm.

Hearing his forceful words, Yarman's lips curled into a cold smile, and he casually said, "What if I don't?"

“Then Xuanqing will have no choice but to personally invite you to stay for a few days!” Xuanqing maintained his smile, but there was no smile in his eyes. If this man in blue insisted on running around, then he would have no choice but to use ruthless methods. In any case, the city was their home ground. When the dynasty’s fortunes turned around, no matter how strong you were.

They all have to kneel on the ground and obediently accept the control of the dynasty!

Looking at Xuan Qing, who was radiating murderous intent, Yarman shook his head helplessly. Some people just don't know their place. With such little cultivation, they dare to threaten him. Even Lin Yi wouldn't dare to speak to him like that.

Yarman calmly picked up his teacup, took a sip, and looked at the Taoist with disdain. "Well, sorry, I'm really not going. Show me what you're up to. I want to see how you're going to invite me."

"Then I must offend you!" Xuan Qing slowly raised his head, his right hand reaching straight towards Yarman. As if tangible energy was condensed in his hand, the space around his palm distorted.

Looking at the hand reaching for him, and feeling the energy of heaven and earth instantly mobilized, sealing off all his space to move, Yarman smiled slightly. His immense perception surged out instantly, seizing control of the surrounding energy from Xuanqing. Instantly, the balance of power shifted!

Leisurely manipulating the energy, Yarman gently pushed the raging energy, which he had stirred up like a tornado, towards the terrified Xuan Qing. The violent energy instantly annihilated Xuan Qing's right hand, which he couldn't retract in time.

“…You, ah~~!” Xuan Qing roared. He glanced at his right arm, which was now only covered by a sleeve, and glared at the smiling Yarman with resentment. The intense pain was driving him almost insane.

Yarman ignored his hateful gaze, picked up his teacup and took another sip. "What goes around comes around. Judging by your skillful technique, you must have arrested quite a few people. But unfortunately for you, you've met me! I'm not some pushover or clay you can easily subdue, you know?"

"I know you hate me, it's okay, I'll be here these next few days, you can go and call someone."

Sitting in his chair, Yarman looked expectantly at Xuan Qing across from him. The energy surge just now wasn't even a warm-up exercise; it was more like loosening up his joints. It was so boring.

He wanted to see just how many powerful figures Xuan Qing could summon. If he could find a faction leader-level expert and have a thorough, all-out battle, then his trip would have been worthwhile.

However, judging from his strength, temperament, and behavior, it seems unlikely that he could have such a powerful backer. This kind of trash shouldn't have any powerful backers, right?

"...Hmph! You just wait!"

Xuan Qing coldly uttered a harsh remark, stood up angrily, and turned to leave the inn.

Watching the Taoist priest leave, Yarman shook his head, hoping that the straight hook he had cast would catch a big fish, or at the very least, a medium-sized one.

"The Lingtai official has subordinate officials and supervisors above him. To become the supervisor of such a large country, he must be a powerful figure, right?" Yarman sat in his chair, holding his teacup, thinking and anticipating.

As for why he doesn't go and challenge others, that's really too low-level. It makes him seem inferior to others, and he would be too foolish to rush up and challenge them.

After finishing the last sip of tea, Yarman got up and returned to his room. He quickly washed up and lay down on the bed, chatting with the other people who had come to this world with him.

Yarman: Where did you all go? I'm currently in the Great Li Dynasty in the eastern part of the human realm. It's an ancient dynasty that follows the cultivation system of Old Lin's faction, and its technology is at the level of steam engines.

Scranton: I'm in some primeval forest, but I don't know where it is. (Offline)

Princess Aurora: I am in a vast desert. It seems to be a place where ritualistic magic is performed, but I don't know which level it is. There is no relevant information here.

Emperor Shang: I am engaged in all sorts of evil and crooked practices in the abyss two levels below the human realm.

Tesla: I think I'm also on the human level, in a big country, working on magic energy technology. As for my skill level, I haven't really mastered either magic energy or technology, but the two combined are very strong!

Lin Yi: So, I should be above the human realm. The creatures here are quite powerful, but there are very few of them.

Yarman: So it seems that none of us are related to our majors or the places we landed in. It's all a mismatch. It's a headache.

Lin Yi: What can we do? Let's take it slow and see how it goes.

Emperor Shang: Do you know how to get to other world layers? I don't want to stay in this abyss anymore. There are too many demons and monsters, and the energy here is too polluted. I have to filter it again after absorbing it before I can use it.

Yarman: Well... I do know that each world layer has a gate, and you can go to other layers from there, but I think you can't come to the human layer from the Abyss.

Emperor Shang: ...I'll go look for it first.

Lin Yi: Alright, I won't say anything more. The environment here is perfect for cultivation.

Princess Aurora: Sigh, everyone here is a bunch of lunatics. I'm going to gather some supplies and then leave!

Tesla: As for me, I'm alright. I spent some time getting a scientist's status here.

Watching the group chat, Yarman closed the chat group, lay down on the bed and started to sleep, even though several intelligence workers from Dali were staying in the two rooms next door.

Hopefully I'll meet some strong opponents tomorrow, that way I can warm up.

Chapter 235: Daring to Steal My Book, You're Asking for Death

The next day, at Chen Shi (7-9 AM).

Slowly getting out of bed, Yarman walked to the side, quickly washed up, and then leisurely walked out of the room to the first floor. He sat at the square table where he had sat the night before, ordered a few simple breakfast dishes, and began to eat.

"Dangdang!"

He sat down halfway through the meal, ordered a pot of tea, and stared at him with a smile, though his face looked much older, as if he were over seventy. Yarman skillfully picked up some food and said indistinctly, "Tell me, what official position are you in the Imperial Observatory, and what do you want?"

Sitting opposite him, the old man smiled and said, "I am the Director of the Imperial Observatory, my Taoist name is Wuwei. I greet you, sir."

"Hmm." Yarman nodded, leisurely eating his meal, while the old man sat in place, quietly watching him eat, his smile unchanged, as if he had come specifically to wait for him to finish eating.

After finishing the last mouthful of porridge, Yarman put down his spoon, looked at the person opposite him and said, "You've also come to invite me to stay at the Imperial Observatory? If so, please leave. I'm very comfortable here."

“Then it seems that this is the only way.” The old man sighed, took out an ancient scroll and a pen from his bosom, spread the scroll out, placed the pen in front of Yarman, and gestured to him, “I hope you will fill out the form and make a record, then I will not trouble you again.”

Looking at the form in front of him, Yarman chuckled, picked up a pen, and began to fill it out. "I thought you would be like that Xuanqing, insisting on arresting me and locking me up in the Imperial Observatory. Oh well, I'll fill it out."

Sitting in the chair, Wuwei looked at Yarman and calmly shook his head. Xuanqing was someone who couldn't figure things out on his own. The entire Nanjiang City was now shrouded in the imperial dynasty's fortune. The outsider cultivator who could spare a thought to follow others was clearly a ruthless person whose fortune couldn't suppress him!

If you insist on challenging such a ruthless person, and now you've lost your arm, who can you blame? The right thing to do is to take some paper and pen, have them register your case, then try to get on their good side, offer them some money and benefits, and see if you can win them over to your side.

Seeing that Yarman had finished writing, the old man took the scroll, glanced at it, and said in his still calm tone, "Sir, your real name shouldn't be Muller, right?"

“It’s my real name, but only part of it,” Yarman said calmly, pointing to the scroll. “The full name is written here. If you take it back, you’ll be in trouble, you know that?”

“I understand, Mr. Mu.” The old man nodded, slowly stood up, patted his wrinkled Taoist robe, and cupped his hands to Yarman. “Mr. Mu, you may stay here as long as you wish. All expenses will be borne by the imperial court. Consider this an apology for Xuanqing’s lack of manners. I will take my leave now.”

Watching the old Taoist priest leave so decisively, Yarman nodded with a hint of disappointment. It seemed that the fight was off. But these people were indeed clever; turning enemies into friends was a good move.

Slowly rising from his chair, Yarman patted his robe and walked out of the inn. As soon as he stepped outside, he looked around and nodded in satisfaction. There was no one who dared to spy on him.

As he strolled freely down the street, he paused in front of a small shop, a strange smile spreading across his face. He then shook his head. These people hadn't learned their lesson. He had already told them that even his name couldn't be written on paper, yet they still dared to peruse his own book.

They had already set up a protective barrier, yet they still insisted on breaking it down and taking their books away. Little did they know that the barrier was never meant to protect the books, but rather to protect the world!

Yalman sighed and shook his head. It seemed that this world was destined to fall into his hands. These idiots had destroyed their own world with their own hands. But it was fine, he liked this kind of fool.

To convincingly portray himself as a scholar, he went to great lengths to complete the act. Although there were no books in his book box, the notebook in his hand was not a blank one; it was the Necronomicon, which he had personally annotated and expanded upon!

I originally planned to take some time to etch a sealing magic circle on the cover to prevent readers from being corrupted by its power and turning into a twisted monster, but I never expected that someone would steal the job.

"Oh ho! Just looking isn't enough, you want to take it away from me. And not only that, you even gave me a blank notebook in return! Fine! If you want it so badly, here you go, I don't want it anymore!" Yarman sneered, then continued shopping as if he knew nothing.

Originating from Cthulhu and annotated by him, this book is so corrupting that these people cannot resist it. It is believed that before long, the essence of all living beings in this dynasty will be completely distorted.

"Huh? What's this? Let me see!"

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"Xuanqing? Xuanqing! You're still looking? Stop looking, let's go back to the Imperial Observatory!"

“Hmm…hmm…I know, Qingjing.” Xuanqing slowly raised his head, looking at the Qingjing Daoist in front of him. He revealed a blank smile, his eyes filled with all sorts of crazy emotions. He used all his strength to slowly close the book, barely managing a twisted smile. “Let’s go.”

Hearing his hoarse and strange voice, Qingjing Daoist was startled. He carefully examined Xuanqing and felt that something strange had happened to him, but since the other party's cultivation was similar to his own, he couldn't see anything.