I'm a mage, what's wrong with loving farming?

Chapter 31 31.Suddenly Ripened Barley

The next morning, after waking up, Cloya felt that his mental strength seemed to have increased a little, and he slept very soundly.

Although he normally would slowly increase his magic power and mental strength, this time the increase was obviously too much.

One night is at least equivalent to three days of improvement.

He glanced around his room curiously, paused for a moment at the essential oil lamp hanging from the ceiling, and then looked at the crescent-shaped fruit.

"If you want to be weird, you're the only one. Are you playing a role?"

Cloya stood up and looked at the Crescent Moon Fruit again and again, but he didn't find anything strange. He was confused and decided to sleep late tonight.

In order to prevent any problems with this thing when he left, he simply put it into the storage device given by the mermaid and carried it with him.

Then he put on his clothes, tidied himself up, took his staff, left the room, and reached the first floor of the castle.

At this time, two girls in white clothes were already waiting at the stairs. When they saw him coming down, they immediately bowed respectfully.

"Master Mage!"

"Do you need to eat now?"

They had obviously been trained, and their manners and movements were no different from those of the maids trained by the Mage Association in the royal capital, except that they were a little unfamiliar.

But generally speaking it was okay. She didn't look around, and didn't show any inappropriate thoughts or actions - in the royal capital, there were many maids with unclear relationships with magicians.

Honestly speaking, Croa really appreciates people who want to make progress, but the prerequisite is that you need to demonstrate your own value. If you have the ability, he certainly doesn't mind providing some resources to train you.

But the prerequisite is that you have the ability.

"Let's eat now." He said this and walked towards the restaurant.

Soon, today's breakfast was brought up by the maids.

It turned out to be milk, brown bread and a grilled fish fillet.

The bread looked fluffy and smelled sweet with milk, which surprised Cloya a little.

The bread seems to be baked well today.

The main food in this world is bread, and as a lord, he can of course eat white bread. But to be honest, the bread some time ago was quite exaggerated, neither fluffy nor soft.

Compared to the bread before the time travel, it is completely different.

But it was white back then. Why did it turn black today? No, it’s a little brownish?

He picked it up puzzledly and took a bite.

"Well?"

The bread turned out to be unexpectedly delicious, soft and sweet in the mouth, and it was just right with the slightly salty and spicy grilled fish fillet.

It tastes better than bread made from refined white flour. The difference is obviously in the raw materials.

He was quite satisfied with the meal.

This staple food does taste more satisfying than simply eating seafood.

After finishing the bread and drinking the milk, he took the napkin handed to him by the maid, wiped his mouth, and asked with satisfaction: "Did we change the chef today?"

The little maid quickly replied respectfully: "Master Mage, today we use the bread made from the Poseidon barley you brought."

Poseidon barley?

It's only been over a month since I got here, how come it's already mature? How come I didn't know about it?

"Go and call Robert." He did not continue to ask the little maid, but planned to ask Robert directly.

"Okay." The little maid immediately turned and left.

After a while, Robert came over, bowed and said with a smile: "Lord Croa, the Poseidon barley you brought is growing well, and for some reason, the first crop has matured.

Yesterday I tried some methods to dry it overnight and it worked fine, so I baked bread for you today."

"Drying overnight... Could it be that he used the low-level magic scrolls that Serulou sold?"

"Yes, you deserve it." Rob bowed slightly.

The Drying Scroll was a relatively common scroll spell. Since it was easy to make, many of them were produced. It was not uncommon for Selu to have one.

Croix didn't pay much attention to it, but asked curiously:

"I don't know why?"

He frowned. "If I had prepared the magic potion, it should have matured quickly, but I didn't intervene... Never mind. I'll go take a look."

Looking at Rob's expression, you can tell that he doesn't understand what's going on.

It’s better to go and see it yourself.

Robert thought so too. The barley was found to be ripe yesterday. After checking that it was not poisonous, it was hurriedly ground into flour and made into bread today.

This barley brought from the royal capital is indeed different from ordinary barley. The bread baked from it is fluffy and soft, which is completely different from ordinary bread.

The first thing he did was to give Chloe Adam breakfast.

He knew that during this period, Kloya was suffering from the terrible food on the island.

Before leaving, Croa also told the three young men from last night to follow him. Robert was a little surprised when he heard this, and felt that the three men were very lucky.

If they can catch Cloya's eye, they might become the best people on the Reef Island in the future - of course, the prerequisite is that they can keep Cloya satisfied.

……

that's it,
A group of five people came to the place where Poseidon barley was grown, which was a silver-white sand beach on the seaside.

The sun shines, and the silver and light blue are intertwined, which is very beautiful.

The area is densely covered with reefs, which form a barrier similar to a fence. Seawater will flow in at night due to high tide, and block the seawater during the day.

Ensure that the sea water within that area always maintains a normal level.

Soaked in the sea water, there grows lush barley that is half a person's height and has a bluish appearance.

The ears of wheat hung down heavily, and were almost visibly full, and did not look like they had only grown for a month.

Theoretically, it takes sixty days for Poseidon barley cultivated by a wizard to mature - which is half the time it takes for ordinary barley to mature.

It’s only been a month now.

Is the result ripe?

Kloya was very puzzled, so he simply walked into the wheat field and used magic and astral body imprinting techniques to feel the condition of the barley.

As a result, he found that the growth of the barley was very natural, with no signs of being ripened by magic, and the astral body was also very stable.

The only strange thing is that the natural magic power inside is quite abundant. Logically speaking, this ordinary crop that is not even a magical plant should not have abundant natural magic power.

Everything goes wrong for a reason.

He had sensed the sea and land here and found no overflowing natural magic, so the only thing left was human factors.

He returned to the shore and asked Rob, "Who usually takes care of the barley?"

The latter quickly said, "I have checked. Usually, Russell and the Okros family take care of them. It is said that they once farmed for a viscount before coming to the island."

"Let them come over. Remember, all the family members must come." Kloya patted his clothes and sat on a flat stone beside him with a calm expression.

As a lord, his demands are naturally absolute.

So it didn't take long before eight servants with frightened expressions were brought over. Only four of them were adults, and the others were children aged seven or eight and teenagers.

They knelt down and saluted before Cloa in a panic, their bodies shaking as if they were going to be hanged.

They didn't know why Croa wanted them here, but the wizard's mood swings were deeply rooted in people's minds.

I'm afraid that in their eyes, if the wizard lord Croa wanted to make things difficult for them, he could just move his mouth and make their entire family disappear into the sea.

Kloya didn't pay attention to their expressions, but focused his magic power on his eyes, squinting his eyes to examine carefully. Finally, his eyes stopped on a little girl with golden hair who lowered her head.

Her hair was…not just any blond hair.

Instead, it was a golden color that represented a good harvest, just like the waves of rice and wheat in autumn. He had heard of this kind of golden color in the Mage Association before.

(End of this chapter)