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

Chapter 125. Birds Arrive, Undersea Gold Mine

"crow?"

"You didn't disappear with that island?"

After Kroya saw what was in the sky clearly, he was slightly surprised. He had thought that the crows had disappeared along with the strange cloud island.

And now, someone has actually appeared, daring to approach his island?

Aren't you afraid of getting beaten up again?

To be fair, the first time they tried to eat Kroya's sunflowers, they ended up getting a beating from the sunflowers.

The second time, Kroya took away their simulated magical trees without any mercy.

You could say they were really unlucky.

That's just how Warcraft is; when it sees something that's beneficial to it, it'll eat it like there's no tomorrow.

That's just how nature is, there's not much to say about it.

"Did you come here to warm up?"

He didn't stop them or anything, and even concealed his magical aura, quietly watching the crows fly over.

They seemed to have been flying in the snow for too long; their feathers were covered with ice shards, making them look pitiful.

Upon sensing the warm aura of the flames, it flew over almost without hesitation.

Finally, it landed on the branches of the Red Flame Pine, began preening its feathers, and played around.

The "quack quack" sound was full of joy.

To be honest, even though they are black crows, they look quite cute as they hop around.

There were hardly any magical beasts in this field before, but now that some crows have suddenly appeared, it's as if the silent forest has come alive all at once.

It added a touch of color.

They came here clearly to escape the wind and snow—more than a thousand fire-type magical plants were planted in one acre of land, plus the light of the Night-Shining Grass and the power of the Magic Field Grapevine.

This place can now be considered a holy site for all Warcraft.

It can protect against wind, snow and cold.

"Well, since we're here, let's just stay here." Kroya didn't chase them away; attracting more magical beasts was actually a good thing.

That's how ecosystems cycle.

It feels unhealthy to have only magical plants and no magical beasts.

"Could we have some more?"

He looked at the sky with some anticipation.

A short while later, some small swallows with blue and white feathers flew over.

Chirping and chattering, it landed in the woods.

They are more lively and cheerful than crows, and even peck at pine cones and cherries, looking like naughty children.

"Blue and white petrels?"

The arrival of the second bird gave him a premonition.

Perhaps there are more than two?

Can we have a bigger one?

About ten minutes after the blue and white petrels landed, some birds with long tail feathers and golden-white plumage, which looked somewhat like phoenixes, flew in from the horizon.

Even when flying through wind and snow, they remain graceful and steady, unaffected by blizzards.

Its long tail feathers shimmered in the wind and snow, making it look exceptionally elegant and noble.

They circled once in the sky, emitting a clear cry like that of a phoenix.

"Clang~~~"

The sound carried far through the wind and snow.

The crows and blue-and-white petrels, who had been playing and frolicking, suddenly froze as if they had been frozen in place, too afraid to move.

"Level suppression".

Based on these cries and their magical fluctuations, Kroya determined: "They are level three magical beasts."

A level three magical bird, that's really rare.

"But they don't seem to be doing this for warmth, so what are they for?" Kroa continued to observe.

After chirping a few times, they seemed to have discovered something and flew straight down to the area where the flame tree stumps were growing, their slender claws landing directly in the sticky resin.

It flapped its wings, as if it were dancing.

Then it raised its head and emitted an even more melodious chirp.

"???"

Kroya stared at the three exceptionally beautiful birds with a puzzled expression, completely unable to understand why they were so happy inside the resin.

And you guys are really not afraid of being burned to death?

As it turns out, they really are not afraid of fire—when the flames burning on the resin pouches come into contact with their feathers, a barely noticeable white magical shield appears.

These shields were what kept the flames away from their feathers.

They rolled around in the mud-like pile of resin, making melodious chirping sounds as they did so.

They looked just like kids having a blast playing in the mud.

It really doesn't match their noble and gorgeous appearance.

Cloa couldn't help but twitch her lips as she watched:

"Paradise Bird".

He was really curious as to why these birds would do this, so he went to a place and asked the Holy Spring Merchant Guild for information about these birds.

The book "Basic Explanation of the Paradise Feather Bird" sold by the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce states that this bird loves fragrant scents and will go into a frenzy once it encounters a scent it likes.

Even if you kill it at this point, it won't resist.

The only problem is that each of them has a different favorite scent, making it virtually impossible to create a universal perfume that can appeal to all Paradise Featherbirds.

The book concludes with a brief overview of their value.

First, there are their magnificent phoenix tail feathers, each one a fine spice. Simply grind them and light them to create the "fragrance of forgetting worries."

It is said that this fragrance can make you forget all your troubles and completely immerse you in a blissful paradise.

Secondly, there's their blood. The blood of these birds is extremely pure, making it an excellent magical solution capable of holding the vast majority of magical energy.

Finally, there are their eggs.

These level-three birds lay hundreds of eggs in each gestation cycle, only one of which will hatch into a new Paradise Featherbird.

The rest of the eggs were all dead, but the liquid from these dead eggs was the raw material for making "Heavenly Perfume," which was said to be able to replicate one percent of the fragrance of their tail feathers after they were ground and burned.

At the end of this booklet, the Holy Spring Merchant Guild even specified its egg purchase price—one level-one magic crystal per egg.

If the whole bird is sold, it will be re-evaluated based on its magic and age, and a completely appropriate price will be given.

"Yeah, you never forget to call GG, huh?"

He casually put the booklet away, intending to place it on the bookshelf in his laboratory.

"Once you're here, don't leave."

Kroya was eager to grab them, but he didn't immediately go up and catch them. Since they liked the resinous scent emitted by the flame tree stump, they shouldn't leave easily.

The most reasonable approach is to let them voluntarily build their nests here.

……

After giving a few instructions to the farm servants, telling them not to disturb the birds, Cloa left.

He went directly to the seabed through the magic circle.

Compared to the freezing cold land, the seabed is noticeably warmer and calmer.

Kroya had already drawn up a thermal array here, and the heat emitted permeated the air, enough for them to stroll leisurely.

Upon his arrival, the fish-tailed ducks were the first to come up and greet him.

Several of the ducklings, which were hatching under his care, were still very young and quacking around his trouser leg, trying to touch it affectionately.

It was clearly more lively than the larger ducks.

The Fishtail Sea Duck King strolled leisurely, exuding a steady and composed aura despite being just a duck.

It didn't just nuzzle around Kroa in a superficial way, but instead let out a soft "ga" to indicate its welcome.

However, no matter how you look at it, Kroya feels that it doesn't want to show its unsteady side in front of the ducks. This guy's intelligence is really getting higher and higher.

Kroya looked at it, then simply picked it up and ran her fingers through its soft, comfortable feathers.

As a magical beast, the Fishtail Duck grooms itself, so it is very clean and doesn't have any of the odor that ducks usually have.

Sea Duck King: "!!!"

Its eyes clearly showed shock as it struggled to get down, but it looked like it was just putting on an act and wasn't struggling at all.

It let Kroa grope around inside its feathers.

"It feels really nice. I remember down jackets are made of duck down. With so many ducks, maybe we could try making one ourselves."

After petting the duck for a while, Cloa put it down contentedly.

When the King Duck landed, it quacked majestically at its fellow ducks. Immediately, several slender female ducks came up and used their beaks to help it tidy its ruffled feathers.

It enjoyed the care of the mother ducks with such confidence, and even quacked a few times happily.

Kroa: "..."

For some reason, he suddenly felt a little annoyed.

He glared fiercely at the Duck King, then patted the approaching ibex. These sheep were quite gentle, though their wool felt a bit stiff.

After touching the argali sheep, he looked at the two groundhogs.

The groundhogs chirped anxiously at him several times and tugged at his trouser legs with their paws.

This seems to mean...

"What? You said you discovered a mineral vein down there?"

He blinked, a little surprised.

These prospecting ants have only been in here for a few days, and they've already found a mineral vein. That's incredibly fast!

What kind of mineral vein could it be?

"Lead the way, lead the way!" Without saying another word, he headed to the place where the prospecting ants had discovered the mineral vein.

The location where the mineral vein was discovered was somewhat unexpected.

The earth thief led him south, eventually arriving at the flat seabed where the air coral base had first taken root.

They stood on top of a huge anthill, pointed at it with their claws, and chirped a few times, as if to say, "This is the place."

"What kind of mines might be here?"

Kroya bent down and looked, and found that some gray demon ants had crawled out, each carrying a small piece of metal.

Those were... golden fragments.

Even under the dim light on the seabed, it reflects a breathtaking light.

(End of this chapter)