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

Chapter 115. The Crow's Trail

Kroa descended using the wings of the wind spirit.

He glanced at the pile of sea stone flowers beside him, waved his hand, and immediately three pairs of mage hands began to move them and throw them into the reservoir for planting.

Kroya already had a well-developed idea for the construction of a freshwater filtration reservoir, and now all that's left is to put it into practice.

While controlling the Mage Hand, Chloe imbued her voice with magic and said loudly, "I am very satisfied with your results, just as I promised you."

I will build a freshwater reservoir.

You are welcome to use the fresh water inside.

As he spoke, he glanced at Robert.

The latter immediately understood.

He respectfully replied, "Master, Samir has collected a full seven hundred catties of sea stone flowers this time, making him the undisputed number one!"

As he spoke, he gently gave Samir a push.

Samir staggered slightly, mustered his courage, looked at Kroya, and knelt down: "M-My lord!"

"Don't be nervous." Kroya smiled slightly. "You completed the task I assigned you perfectly."

You braved the darkness of night to search the seabed, tirelessly, and the sea and the fish recorded your efforts and told me about them.

"You deserve a reward."

"Tell me your wish, anything is fine, and this will be your reward."

The monk's words immediately drew gasps of astonishment and disbelief from everyone—a wish?

A wish granted by an incredibly powerful mage!

Their emotions were immediately stirred—anticipation, longing, surprise, joy, jealousy…

A variety of emotional sounds emerged one after another.

Although the sounds are different, they harmonize and resonate with each other, together creating a melody, a melody called...the melody of human emotions.

As Chloe listened quietly to and felt the music, she seemed to understand something, and the fog covering the second chapter was cleared up a little.

I could barely make out its name: Symphony.

"A symphony... just a symphony?" Chloe asked, somewhat puzzled.

Logically speaking, the preceding titles, whether it's Red Recital, Serenade of Tranquility, or Ode to Orange, all have a prefix.

This one is simply called a symphony.

Does a simpler name necessarily mean it's more special?

Kroya instinctively felt that this thing might not be as simple as he had imagined, but since he was currently unable to read and study it, he had no choice but to give up.

However, this also proves that it is indeed effective.

He hadn't originally thought about how to develop his territory, but suddenly an idea popped into his head—should he recruit more people?

To be honest, this idea is actually a bit difficult.

Any lord with a brain would know the importance of population, unless they buy slaves in large quantities from merchants who specialize in selling slaves.

Trying to get to the lords around us is really difficult.

"Then let's look for slave traders."

As the territory gradually develops, there will inevitably be things that need to be done by people, and there is no harm in having a larger population.

After making this decision, he looked at Samir in front of him.

Only a minute had passed at this point.

The latter, however, seemed to have thought things through carefully before asking, "Master, could you teach us how to build a house?"

It can provide shelter from the wind and rain, and protect you from the summer heat and potential winter cold.

When he made this wish, the emotions of everyone present were almost unanimously shocked—Samir hadn't made a wish for himself.

Samir was asking the Lord for knowledge and blessings on our behalf.

They were immediately deeply moved.

After sensing these emotions, Kroya nodded slightly: "Mm."

"If this is your wish."

He gathered his magic and gently stomped on the ground.

The white sand on the surrounding beach suddenly gathered together, as if an invisible hand was stacking building blocks, and soon formed a house, just an ordinary bungalow.

It's a typical European-style cottage, two stories high, surrounded by a fence.

If this were in a simulation management game, it would probably be a basic building that can be unlocked without spending money, and it would be quite ordinary.

But for these people who build their houses entirely with stones and thatch, when have they ever seen such a well-organized house?

The white sand walls, in particular, made the house look very clean.

A simple color is enough to make the house look exceptionally fresh and refined, making it impossible to look away.

They fell in love with the house almost immediately.

Kroya pointed to the house: "I promised you that once it is built, as long as you work hard, you will not feel the heat in summer or the cold in winter."

You can get drinking water anytime, anywhere, and wash away the day's fatigue when you return home at night, falling asleep in an absolutely safe and comfortable environment.

Upon hearing this, the crowd immediately became agitated and enthusiastic—it sounded simple, but... wasn't this simple and happy life what everyone longed for?

"Thank you, Lord!"

As Samir knelt down again, the people followed suit.

But this time, Kroya felt a little uncomfortable, that familiar feeling, similar to faith and prayer.

This music would disrupt his magic, even chain him, forcing him to respond for the sake of responding.

"This is the wish he made to me."

Kroya glanced at the crowd and said in a serious tone, "I am not a god, nor will I bestow favors and miracles at will."

His ability to make a wish to me stems entirely from his own efforts.

You are the same.

Whoever completes my task and produces results that satisfy me will be rewarded.

This time he even used magic, his voice echoing in everyone's ears, as if it were being imprinted into their minds.

He didn't want the people in his territory to worship him like some kind of god. Relying on higher-level miracles would only lead to laziness and complacency, just like the story of the Skyward Ark he had once witnessed.

All that Kroa wants from it now is knowledge.

Magical plants that can be freely applied and combined with knowledge.

……

When Cloa said that.

bottom of the lake.

The mushroom, surrounded by the glowing fireflies, trembled slightly.

A platinum-gold circular phantom appeared on the mushroom.

A halo flowed over it, the radiance consisting of particles that were round and square, intertwining and converging.

Eventually, it vaguely formed an extremely dazzling floating city, filled with all sorts of skyscrapers, gardens, oceans, and grasslands...

Almost all types of landforms are included.

Even though they were just blurry silhouettes, the beauty and artistry of the buildings were still evident; they were so beautiful that they seemed like a miraculous city that should not exist in the mortal world.

It was supported by the radiance emanating from the platinum ring, shining brighter than the kingdom of God.

The angel was awakened by the movement of the platinum ring.

He flew around the city in a daze, like the fireflies dancing around the circle.

This situation lasted for about ten minutes.

Strangely enough, neither Kabamon nor the Wood Vine King, who stayed here to guard the place, noticed anything unusual.

As time passed, the ring gradually dimmed.

It's like a giant trying its best to support the city but gradually growing old; because of its dimming, the city also dims.

A hazy, silvery veil, like moonlight, seemed to appear on the city's surface, gently covering this miraculous city.

Only one garden remained, its various magical plants and flowers seemingly resisting the moonlight, but they were powerless to hold it off for long.

Eventually, the garden also disappeared.

The angel returned to the mushroom, but instead of immediately falling asleep, it stared at the sky as if muttering in its sleep:

"A miracle..."

"A miracle tied to one person."

After saying those two sentences, He immediately fell asleep.

All the scenery disappeared, and the lake bottom returned to calm.

……

the other side.

Kroya has finished what she did on the surface and is now leading the lucky few to the underwater ranch.

He taught them how to pick the magic crystal flowers and instructed them to take good care of the sheep, chickens, ducks, and other creatures in the sea.

The lucky few nodded vigorously in agreement.

This is a tremendous honor!

Although they had vaguely heard that the lord had built a ranch on the seabed, they never imagined that it would be like this.

The total area of ​​the air coral base has now reached ten acres. It may not be a particularly large ranch on land, but what about on the seabed?

Himalayan blue sheep, black-feathered chickens, and fishtail ducks strolled leisurely through the lush green grass, occasionally lowering their heads to nibble on a blade of grass.

Bright sunlight shines down at intervals in the distance, creating a tranquil and beautiful scene.

God knows how shocked they were when they saw this scene; they even wished they could transform into those sheep, chickens, and ducks.

Humans are worse off than sheep, chickens, and ducks!

One of the short, middle-aged men, who had once been a mercenary, suddenly remembered something as he watched this scene.

Without hesitation, he stepped behind Kroya and respectfully said, "My lord, I have something to report to you!"

"Hmm." Chloe nodded. "Go ahead and speak."

He was in a really good mood today, so he wanted to hear if there was any unexpected surprise.

As it turned out, this unassuming middle-aged man really gave him a pleasant surprise!

"My lord, when I went out to sea yesterday, I discovered a moving island about ten miles to the north."

It seems that the grass there is the same kind you have here, and it also has the crow you were told to find!

Upon hearing what he said, Cloa suddenly realized why she hadn't been able to find out where the crows came from.

It turned out to be on a moving island.

Moving islands, crows, and possibly even simulated magical trees and ancient pasture fungi...

With all these things combined, it seems I'll have to go and see for myself.

(End of this chapter)