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

Chapter 133. Angel: This is the right path.

"Then let's begin."

After filtering out all distracting thoughts, Kroya picked up the Magic Field Grapevine and communicated with its consciousness.

Please.

The magic crystal grapevine trembled slightly, indicating that it was ready.

Kroa carefully inserted it into Mir's wound, and the Magic Field Vine immediately began to draw magic from it, extending its roots into the wound.

It began to expand within a few breaths, quickly covering Mir's wounds perfectly, as if there were a glowing decoration behind him.

At the same time, under Kroya's control, it began to slowly enter the blood vessels near Mir's wound. As an elemental magical plant, it could shrink to the point of being almost imperceptible.

Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any problems like blocked blood vessels.

Even so, Mil still had a strong rejection reaction—his body temperature began to rise, and he began to have obvious spasms and convulsions.

"Ugh." Mir gritted his teeth, veins bulging.

This situation was somewhat expected; Kroya had already prepared a contingency plan.

"You'll have to be patient." As Kroya beckoned to the Orpheus Swan Recorder Tree, he channeled the power of Serenade into Mil's body.

The music, in the form of notes, formed a chain that revolved around Mir's body, while simultaneously playing a calming melody.

This is about reconciliation and sharing.

Kroya was using her magic to share his pain.

It's better for two people to bear it than for one person to bear it alone. His tolerance for pain is indeed very high, so he didn't feel too uncomfortable.

The Orpheus Swan Flute Tree immediately began to continuously transmit magic power to Kroya, acting as a magic power amplifier.

With the addition of the Orpheus Swan Recorder Tree, the music echoed in the laboratory and soon reached the thick soil potatoes nearby.

This yam plant has already yielded a batch of potatoes, and new tubers are growing. It's been sitting there quietly, hardly like a product blessed by the Earth Mother Goddess.

After sensing the music filled with pain, it actually began to cautiously approach the music, conveying a sense of acceptance and expectation.

It's like... expecting to pass on this pain to it.

Kroa sensed its consciousness.

"you……"

He frowned and glanced at it, then tentatively sent out a wisp of magic, letting it also "enjoy" the pain caused by this bodily rejection reaction.

Surprisingly, this yam plant found the soil delicious.

Its consciousness was conveyed—

"More……"

"I will bear the pain."

Along with consciousness came its extended magic, a golden-green magic that actively connected with the magical torrent constructed by the Orpheus Swan Flute Tree.

"The power of the Earth Mother?"

Kroa was slightly taken aback when she sensed this power, and then tentatively shared more of her pain with it. As a result, it didn't refuse at all and accepted it all.

It even emitted a strange spiritual fluctuation, like a vast and boundless earth, filled with a profound and indescribable sense of benevolence.

It joined in the music of the Orpheus Swan Flute Tree.

Under the influence of this mental fluctuation, not only was Mir's pain being eliminated, but even the crack on his back was gradually calming down.

Under such comfort and care, Mir collapsed and fell asleep, his face showing a very comfortable and pleasant expression.

"What's going on?" Kroya exclaimed in surprise. "The power of the Earth Mother is actually effective against the wounds of these tortured people?"

This was indeed something he didn't expect.

Could it be that the disease was contracted while the mineral vein was located underground, and that's why it was effective?

He felt that his guess was very likely, and could even be extended further—could this also be a curse from the earth?

For example, the curse of the goddess of wealth that we saw earlier.

To verify his guess, he pondered for a moment and instructed King Muyao Quteng, "Take out the third bottle from my cabinet!"

The latter immediately extended its vines and took out a bottle containing golden-green divine power.

"Open it!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a golden portal suddenly formed in the air beside them, and the angel flapped its wings and flew out from it.

He went straight to the yam plant with thick soil.

He gently stroked the latter's leaves with his fingers and whispered, "Mother Earth has fallen asleep. Her pain and unease have affected the magic of the etheric realm and the mineral veins of the mortal world."

Little plant blessed by Him, please accept His pain and soothe His anxieties...

In this way, you will be protected.

"In that case, you are good."

As the angel played a chorus-like tune, the bottle held aloft by the Woody Vine King silently opened, and the divine power of the Earth Mother Goddess surged toward the Thick Earth Potato under the angel's control.

At the same time, the angel looked at Kroa.

"Lucky friend, friend bathed in sunlight... please give me the pearl."

He stretched out his hand.

"Huh? A pearl?" Kroya was still pondering the news that the Earth Mother Goddess had fallen into slumber when he paused for a second before realizing that she was referring to the pearl that Rob had given him not long ago.

"for you."

He took out the pearl, and it immediately floated towards the angel.

The latter took it, bowed her head, and said to Pearl, "Sleeping in the sea, you gathered countless magical powers..."

Tian stroked the pearl with his fingers.

The outer shell of the pearl instantly began to melt, revealing a tiny four-leaf clover inside.

The four-leaf clover flew into Kroa's hand as soon as it appeared; it had a smooth, crystal-like texture.

"Lucky friend, this is yours... Please learn this Void Divine Art." The angel flew over and gently kissed Kroya's forehead.

A stream of information gently flowed into his consciousness.

That was a spell, a spell that could only be activated by the power of the Earth Mother Goddess.

It's called...acceptance.

After reading the spell's effects, Kroya's expression became complicated, and she asked the angel, "Why did you give me this kind of magic?"

"What conditions do you require me to meet before you'll give me magic?"

The angel looked at Chloe, and this time neither pretended to be stupid nor remained silent. Suddenly, a dazzling light appeared in His pupils.

It appears to be shaped like a mushroom.

With this light, like the finishing touch on a painting, it suddenly became incredibly vibrant, radiating a strong aura of compassion and sorrow.

He spoke: "Lucky one, one who is bathed in sunlight... You are on the right path, unlike the Ark. May this knowledge be of some help to you."

After he finished speaking, the light in his eyes gradually disappeared.

She reverted to her beautiful, but lifeless, angelic form.

He acknowledged that He was the Ark. Then everything makes sense.

"I see."

Kroya murmured to herself, "In the notebook, the Ark, relying on the power of the Sky Radiance, ensures that the people living inside enjoy eternal bliss and tranquility."

To be honest, he already sensed something was wrong when he read this story. The world is constantly evolving, and if you remain unchanged, you will eventually be eliminated.

Relying on the power of the Void to enjoy it forever, the world inside would probably become a stagnant pool, and might even go to extremes and cause some turmoil.

This is probably the truth behind the Ark's crash.

On the contrary, what Kroya is always doing is moving forward—helping magical plants evolve, helping magical beasts evolve, and even helping people and prisoners.

From bad to good.

Compared to the unchanging nature of Ark, this should be the right path, a path that keeps moving forward.

It means that as long as Cloa continues to do this, it will provide knowledge and assistance.

"To be recognized by Ark like this, I'm still pretty amazing, aren't I?" Kroa smiled proudly.

Upon closer reflection, it's true: the magical plants and beasts he modified are now entirely new species, and they are indeed changing and evolving.

Ark must have felt quite conflicted seeing him do this.

"But why did He call me lucky, bathed in sunlight?"

"Could it be that He has discerned my rainbow poem?"

"And what is luck... Well, come to think of it, I've been quite lucky so far."

These were things he simply couldn't figure out; there was just too little information.

Without much thought, he first stopped the magic field grapevine, then got up and walked to the thick soil potato, beginning to inscribe the new magic he had just learned on it.

[Imprinting successful, thick soil sweet potato (acceptance and circulation)]

[For a certain period of time during the casting of magic, it can accept all the power flowing in from the outside world and transform it into corresponding magic.]

This magic requires the divine power of the Earth Mother Goddess to be cast.

"You cast this spell." Kroa gently touched the thick-earth potato and placed the four-leaf clover that appeared from the pearl on its leaves.

The four-leaf clover began to melt the moment it touched the leaf, and its immense power began to flow into the body of the succulent.

It is not a magical plant, but a treasure similar to a magic crystal that contains magical power and naturally formed magic.

It's a kind of magic called "emotional comfort".

This power is greater than the power reserves of the Orpheus Swan Flute Tree, and it carries a very special, gentle power within it.

Soon, the thick-soiled sweet potato absorbed all of this power.

A new notification has arrived—

The current "acceptance and operation" of Houtu Sweet Potato has changed, becoming: Houtu Sweet Potato's spiritual fruit.

It will be able to accept the suffering of life on earth, nurturing and containing it within its own fruit.

[Once the fruit ripens, these painful emotions can be separated.]

This magical imprint is an exclusive effect.

"Fruit of the Soul, I never imagined that a potato like you could be so amazing."

Kroya praised it a few times, watching it absorb the pain and grow a potato-like fruit.

"A potato of the soul? Ha, I'd really like to see how mature you are."

He chuckled, shook his head, and returned to Mil's side to continue the "surgery."

This time it went quite smoothly. Because the thick-soiled potato absorbed all of Mir's pain, the rejection reaction seemed to have decreased a lot.

About ten minutes later, the Magic Crystal Vine successfully reached the location of Mil's cyclone.

It draws magic from the wounds of Mil through its roots, and begins to bear fruit, replacing the cyclone to provide magic to Mil.

"Phew." Kroya wiped his sweat.

Reaching this point means we're 90% complete; the rest depends on whether Mir can successfully harness this magic.

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