What's wrong with me, a mage, loving to farm?

Chapter 108. Humanoid Magic Crystal

After careful observation, Kroya determined that the man, who was bound by chains and forced into a sleep state, was probably only in his teens or twenties at most.

His body was covered in whip marks, but his face was completely unscathed, giving him a slightly heroic look. Coupled with his golden hair, he could honestly attract the favor of many noblewomen.

"In the circus, being good-looking doesn't give you any advantage; you'll still get whipped in the end."

Kroya shook her head and focused her gaze on the scars on the man's back, observing them with her mental power.

Although I had seen him at the Mage Association before, it had been a long time, and the original owner's magic and mental power were incomparable to what they were now.

Perhaps with his current magical perception and control, he might be able to make some discoveries.

Although his power was weakened by the magic-suppressing iron, he was still able to easily enter the crack on the man's back.

It contains liquid magic, and judging from its quality, it should have fluctuations between a first- or second-level magic crystal.

The amount was quite exaggerated; a blue gash, about thirty centimeters long and five centimeters wide, stretched across the man's back, which was covered with whip marks.

The depth was so great that the white spine was faintly visible, and the extent of the impact was obviously much more exaggerated than the mark of the crack.

The magic within even gave him a strange feeling of facing an abyss; clearly, the amount was considerable. It flowed at an extremely slow speed, without any sense of violent fluctuations.

"Hmm, this feels different from before."

He pondered, "The magic inside was quite violent back then, so why isn't it violent at all now?"

And why is there so much magic? What is the source of it?

Is it something deeper?

This gentle flow of magic is like a slow stream flowing from a small spring, eventually converging into an abyss.

Growing increasingly curious, Kroya once again attempted to delve even deeper into his mental energy.

But this time it failed.

As his mental energy penetrated deeper, the resistance he encountered grew stronger, as if something was resisting him.

Even his strength couldn't penetrate it. He was clearly a very thin person, but this crack was like a bottomless deep-sea trench, with no end in sight.

The only thing that could be discovered was a fleeting glimpse before the mental energy was forced to withdraw: the man's blood vessels and the bones in contact with the cracks were being stained with a blue light.

These lights were clearly altering his blood vessels and bones.

"..."

Kroya finally realized why she had felt something was off during the examination.

Magic Crystal!

That strange magic is infusing endless power into the man's organs and blood vessels. If one day it truly flows throughout his body, it will become a humanoid magic crystal.

"So, this magic is a gift given to me?"

He now understood why young Master Olivier had given him such a gift; the gentle magic meant it could be guided out and used in some way.

The magic power contained within this crack in the man's body is probably close to the amount of magic power he had previously accumulated in a magic pool.

Converted to magic crystals, the magic power would probably be around two or three hundred.

That makes sense; it's indeed a nice gift.

So... why is that?

Just because of this magic-suppressing iron? That's unlikely.

At that time, neither the Grand Masters of the Mage Association nor the Bishops of the Church had figured out how to deal with it, but a young master from a Northern Region traveler figured it out.

If he truly possessed such abilities, he could immediately receive a substantial reward if he reported it to the Mage Association or the Church.

Chloe murmured to herself, "Is it because people are special?"

He stared at the cage and began to release the person inside.

As the chains were untied one by one, the scars on the man's back remained unchanged, still flowing gently.

This situation clearly has nothing to do with the anti-magic iron.

Clang!

After the last chain was untied, the man opened his eyes almost immediately and cautiously shrank into the corner of the cage.

A magical light gathered in his palm, as if he were casting a spell instinctively, and it gathered instantly.

Based on the magic's composition, Kroya deduced that it should be a level one... fireball spell.

Hmm... use Fireball on him.

"Don't struggle."

Kroya looked at him and said, "You've already been given to me as a gift. Now you should try to prove your worth."

Otherwise, it would probably only be used as a humanoid magic crystal.

The mage, dressed in a blue robe, spoke calmly, as if it were an objective fact. This man, who had worked as a fire ring maker in the Stardust Circus for a long time, immediately recognized reality.

However, he did not dispel the magical light in his hand.

"My brothers and sisters are all dead, mage... If I die too, the magic within me will definitely go berserk."

You can't have it... ugh!

Before the man could finish speaking, two different colored magic tokens landed on his wrist.

The moment it landed, it unfolded into a tiny magic circle.

They pinpointed precisely the point at which the man's magic was circulating, easily severing his desire to cast a spell.

This is a "Magic Locking Array".

However, after it was applied to the calming lily of the valley, it underwent some subtle changes, and after Kroa fully mastered it, it became like this.

It can now be described as a kind of magic: a special kind of magic that, through the application of magical power, temporarily interrupts the operation of magical nodes.

For a mage, this is practically a death sentence—just imagine what would happen if magic was suddenly cut off while casting a spell.

The man felt the change in his body, and his pupils immediately contracted.

His magic, which he could normally control at will, seemed to be blocked by a dam, making it completely impossible for him to mobilize it.

What level is this mage?

Could it be a level four or higher magician?

Kroya slowly closed his fingers and smiled, "Friend, don't try to do anything irrational."

"Since you've already come to this point, why don't you tell me the details and satisfy my curiosity?"

That young master Olivier promised to give me more people like you. Don't you want to meet your friends?

Oh, by the way, look who this is!

As the monk spoke, he pointed towards the door. The man looked in the direction he was pointing, and a look of surprise immediately appeared on his face.

"Little snake!"

He exclaimed, "You're still alive?"

What emerged from the crack in the door was a white feathered serpent, its entire body shrouded in mist and appearing somewhat drowsy.

"Don't shout so loudly!"

It glared at the man with feigned displeasure, but its pupils were actually overflowing with joy.

The human and the snake met, and both were filled with joy.

To be honest, they actually had a very good relationship—one of them made the fire hoops, and the other was responsible for jumping through them.

The man couldn't help but wipe his eyes.

"I'm so happy, my friend, that you're still alive! I thought I'd never see you again!"

"You have no idea what I went through over there... They used my body for research, drew blood, inserted all sorts of tubes, and even had monsters devour my flesh."

He was completely different from the cold, hard man who seemed ready to explode at the slightest provocation. He was now rambling on like a chatterbox.

Although the Phantom Cloud Serpent seemed impatient, it was actually listening very attentively, nodding occasionally to show its concern.

Kroya, who was watching all this from the side, narrowed her eyes and actually sensed joy and gratitude coming from the man.

He didn't accept these voices for the time being, but instead gave the Illusionary Cloud Serpent a look, sat down leisurely to the side, and took a sip of the coconut water that the Woody Vine King had sent over.

His expression was relaxed and serene.

The Phantom Cloud Serpent, having received his gaze, immediately understood.

It flew directly to the table in front of Kroya and said to the man, "Mir, this is my current master, a generous and benevolent mage."

You can tell him everything if you have anything to say.

He's the only one willing to help you now!

The man known as "Mir" looked at Chloe, sighed slightly, and ultimately chose to believe his old friend.

"This is all because of Nora."

"Nora?" Feathered Serpent seemed to realize something.

“Yes,” Mil recalled, “Didn’t Brother Nora use all her magic to cast a large-scale Spirit Walk for us back then?”

"I had already escaped, but I was still captured by the men of the Duke of Tvey's family."

Instead of sending me back to the circus, he sent several sorcerers to study the magical cracks on my body that had inexplicably stabilized.

But in the end, he didn't get anything out of me. He lost interest in me, and then I was sent here as a gift.

Before leaving, I vaguely heard the young master sigh and say that unless one has extremely stable control over magic and special separation methods, it would be impossible to extract the magic from my body.

He paused for a moment, scratched his head, and said, "I suspect the changes in my body may be related to my journey through the Spirit Realm."

Only after emerging from that state did the magic within me stabilize, but it also began to erode my body more deeply.

It seems he truly trusted his feathered serpent friend, revealing everything, even his own speculations.

Knowing that this guess might be the truth, Kroya seemed thoughtful.

It seems that it was my sunflower seeds that made that young master think I must have special magical cultivation methods, so he sent me over.

As for this "spiritual journey".

To put it simply, it means entering a so-called "spiritual realm" for a certain period of time, during which one's physical form will undergo some changes.

Given such changes, it's understandable that the magical rifts would undergo unknown mutations.

"I can try it on him after I learn it," Chloe thought.

That kind of magic is a level three magic, and it's even close to level four. He doesn't even have the incantation or spell model yet.

This matter can be put aside for now.

What he wants to try now is...

"Mir".

Kroya looked at him and said directly, "Are you willing to accept one of my experiments? I want to plant a magical plant in your crack."

Perhaps we can see something.

Since mental power cannot penetrate, and he doesn't plan to use dissection as a method, he will consider letting the demonic plant go in, and then he can check the condition of the demonic plant through his astral body.

Who knows what we might discover?

It's better than using it as a magic crystal right now.

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