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

Chapter 129. A Slave Delivered to the Door

"Is it really possible to convert gold into gold indefinitely like this?"

Kroya watched as it frantically trembled its wings, releasing phosphorus powder, and felt a twitch in the corner of his eye.

Even if they had the power, they shouldn't have used it so retaliatoryly.

Can the ancient pasture fungus really withstand your release like this? Don't kill yourself.

What he wanted was a continuous supply, producing a little bit every day, accumulating it into a gold mine, rather than releasing power so frantically, treating it as a disposable item.

"Take it easy," he couldn't help but remind him.

Fortunately, the Golden Butterfly wasn't stupid.

After releasing enough phosphorus powder to create gold, it landed on the ground, swallowed the gold into its mouth, and the golden light on its wings shone even brighter.

It seemed that it had stored the gold inside its wings.

Immediately afterwards, it flew to its own kind and spat out all the gold that had already been filtered from its mouth.

The little worms, still in their gold-devouring worm form, immediately swallowed the gold.

"So you wanted to help your own kind." Kroya was startled after realizing what was happening.

That won't do! We can't change it now.

Kroya quickly stopped them, imprinting blindness spells on each of them before letting them continue to devour the gold.

Fortunately, the blindness spell does not consume much Void Power; one Void Crystal is enough to cast it ten times.

The only problem is that he'll have to figure out what to do after he runs out of the power of the Void.

Once the engraving is complete, it doesn't matter anymore; of course, the more Golden Divine Butterflies the better.

Then, the worms repeated the process of breaking out of their cocoons and becoming butterflies.

From an inconspicuous worm, it transformed into a magnificent and noble golden butterfly.

A dozen or so golden butterflies fluttered around Kroya, their wings displaying different patterns.

It's actually quite aesthetically pleasing.

Kroya watched them dance gracefully, then began to use the same methods on them one by one.

The ancient pasture fungi were spliced ​​together.

After the complete transformation was finished, the first golden butterfly flew to the side and scattered phosphorus powder in unison.

The ground was quickly turned golden.

At the same time, they used their extremely strong control over gold to dig out all the gold and piled it up in front of Kroa like a treasure.

In a short while, about seventeen kilograms of gold were piled up in front of the latter, and all of it was gold with an extremely high purity.

After handling all the gold, the golden butterflies landed on the ground, their ancient pasture fungi burrowing into the earth, flapping their wings, and enjoying the gradually increasing vitality.

It's very pleasant.

"Seventeen kilograms a day..."

Kroya's eyes lit up. This was quite a lot. If it could be done every day, it would add up to a considerable sum.

Most importantly, this gold is extremely pure. He has already thought of using this gold to draw magic arrays and inscribe new magic runes on all the arrays in his laboratory and the arrays that extend from them.

The magic-guiding properties and the strength of the magic circle will be greatly enhanced.

Moreover, level four magic includes incantations and magic circle models for intermediate summoning spells, which can summon magical beasts from other worlds.

Gold is considered a universal medium for summoning.

In particular... the existence of some metal element planes, or the devils and demons of hell and the abyss.

In the former case, gold is considered hard currency in that metal dimension, but it is controlled by the upper echelons, so many beings are willing to become mercenaries to make money.

Of course, the latter two are out of the question. He's not insane yet; summoning demons and monsters indiscriminately would have no good consequences.

He stared at the ground, then suddenly remembered something and asked the golden butterflies, "Wait, have you only found gold here? Aren't there any other mineral deposits?"

The largest golden butterfly immediately displayed an image on its wings: worms digging their way through the rock strata.

There are many gold deposits shaped like coins, as well as other deposits of various shapes, but the latter are all crushed by them, leaving only the gold to be swallowed and expelled.

"...No wonder they're gone."

Kroya sighed softly, "There must be more down there, right?"

The Golden Butterfly nodded.

"So, will you be able to find it?"

It nodded again.

"I see." Chloe stared thoughtfully at the ground.

"There should be quite a few mines here. I guess they'll have to send people to mine them. I can't just work hard as a laborer myself."

I can also make magical tools for mining ore, but it would be great if there were miners available.

There are still too few people on the island.

As the island develops, things will definitely become more complicated.

……

While Cloa was thinking about things.

Outside of Han Reef Island.

Almost the entire Northern Region was hit by a blizzard. The cold wind from the sea swept across the entire Northern Region, and the terrifying white snow disaster plunged all the lords into panic.

It's important to know that although the Northern Region is located in the northern part of the Kingdom of Norland, the Kingdom of Norland as a whole is geographically located in the southern part of the Zemurio continent.

Not to mention that the Northern Region is adjacent to the Vast Sea, and the warm monsoon winds from the ocean blow through the entire Northern Region, making it always warm, humid and rainy.

The climate has never been so extreme.

The sudden cold wind and blizzard not only caused suffering to the people living in the northern region, but even the lords were in a precarious situation.

Some lords who were still willing to take care of the farm servants in their territories immediately sent people to cut down trees and gather the people together, so that they could at least stick together for warmth.

But most people simply don't care.

In any case, these farm servants were not very valuable to them; once one batch died, they would simply be replaced with another.

For example, there is a baron lord next to Han Reef Island.

His castle, covered in snow, was as cold as an ice cellar; even with plenty of firewood and charcoal, it couldn't withstand the biting wind.

People who live in tropical environments have absolutely no resistance to this kind of cold weather.

"You useless things!"

The baron huddled under thick blankets and quilts, shivering and cursing his servants.

If they could reach out their hands, they would have even wanted to smash everything around them onto the shivering, fearful, and cold servants.

One of his servants rolled his eyes and suddenly said:

"Lord Andy! I have an idea."

"Speak quickly." Baron Andy was so cold he was almost delirious.

"A while ago, the mage Kroya from the neighboring Han Reef Island bought slaves from us. Since the weather is so cold, they can't survive. Why not give them to the mage?"

He is a mysterious sorcerer; he should be able to provide you with a warm environment.

Upon hearing his subordinate's words, Baron Andy pondered for a moment, then waved his hand dismissively: "Give it to him. Take a thousand slaves with him first. If he can help me solve this problem, all the farm servants are his!"

After he finished speaking, he straightened up slightly and looked at the male servant, fully aware of the latter's thoughts.

However, he was indeed unwilling to support these farm servants, and he didn't care if the male servants had any ideas.

He said in a deep voice:

"Matt, go and do this. If you succeed, I'll knight you!"

The unremarkable-looking male servant, Matt, was overjoyed and immediately knelt down to bow and kowtow, saying, "Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

After saying that, he left the Baron's room.

The warm air was suddenly replaced by a chilling cold, and he shivered, but his heart was burning with excitement.

That was a knighthood conferred by the baron!

For most people, these are considered immense blessings, a stroke of incredible luck.

In order to get this done immediately, Matt, whose mind was full of thoughts of knights, immediately relayed the baron's orders after leaving the castle.

At his command, the baron's soldiers gathered all the farm servants who were hiding at home and assembled them in front of the castle.

However, the male servants had some ideas; they didn't send away all the strong male servants and beautiful female servants, but instead chose some elderly people and teenagers.

Matt felt that none of the old or young could survive the blizzard, and since they could at least serve as human lives, he simply took them all with him.

The elderly and young children followed behind him, each dressed in thin clothes, walking in the blizzard, shivering and with numb and blank expressions on their faces.

Behind these people, the men and women who were not chosen were also shedding tears—and most of them were their relatives, their elders and children.

They didn't know if their elders and children would make it to the sorcerer's territory alive, and they felt a chill run through their bodies.

……

It took a full day to get to the pier at the Croisette Island in Kroa.

For every step taken, someone will fall.

Footprints and corpses are quickly buried by the wind and snow, disappearing into a white expanse.

Advancing through such wind and snow, the original thousand-plus farm servants were reduced to just over six hundred, and almost all the elderly died, while some of the young and children who were in poor health also perished.

Matt noticed this and became increasingly agitated.

It wasn't because the dead farm servants were annoying, but because the mysterious mage was worried that he wouldn't want to take in these farm servants who looked rather thin and very young.

He himself was a purchased farm servant, so he knew very well the criteria these important people used to select farm servants: physical strength and health were the most important.

"I hope the Venerable Master will not refuse."

Matt sighed, looking at the Han Reef Island pier that was already in sight, and ordered his men to follow.

As he approached the dock of Hanjiao Island, his arrival was immediately spotted, and then the Knights of Atlantis came out with their soldiers.

The tall, imposing knight looked down at him.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

During this time, Kroya provided them with good food and even gave them magic baths, which made them even more majestic and powerful.

When has Matt ever seen a knight like this?

He immediately bowed respectfully to the knight: "My lord, I am a servant of Baron Andy. The Baron has ordered me to deliver these farmhands to the mage!"

Knight At stared at him for a while.

"Wait here!"

After saying that, he rode the Fiery Horse straight towards the sea, which Matt found a bit strange.

Aren't you going to take a boat?

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