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

Chapter 139. The Trapped Mushroom Man

The atmosphere inside the cabin became somewhat somber for a moment.

The Pit Lord awaited Kroya's reply, while Kroya pondered how she could help.

To be honest, he really wanted to do this deal.

Even setting aside the Grade A soul solution for now.

He had intricate connections with the Yavana Holy Mine and his fellow torturers, and he was eager to know some inside stories unknown to outsiders.

For example, what is the real reason for the existence of these victims, and is there even the slightest connection between that place and the Ethereal Realm and the Earth Mother Goddess?

Another crucial point is: are these fungi... related to his ancient forage fungus and blood forage fungus, and even that empty radiance mushroom?

These are all things he wants to know.

He really wanted to cooperate, but the problem was... he didn't know anything about the Mermaid Song that could awaken nightmares and soothe the soul!

The song I've learned now only controls the magic of the ocean; it has absolutely no effect on the mind.

The rest...

He racked his brains, hoping to find something useful.

I thought about it for a while.

"etc."

He suddenly thought of something.

Those are ancient pasture fungi that grow on the seabed!

The gas they emit can prevent people from dreaming, and their dreams become controllable. Does that count as disrupting nightmares?

So, will it be effective for these infected people?

The Pit Lord just mentioned those people who would get trapped in dreams, right?

Thinking of this, he said directly, "Could you provide me with one of those mushrooms?"

"Well... I must remind you, once a person or a magical beast is infected by those mushrooms, they will spread at an uncontrollable rate."

The pit lord's expression was serious: "If your area gets infected, it will be very serious!"

"I know," Kroya nodded seriously, "but if I can't get these mushrooms, I don't know if they'll even be of any use."

To strengthen his persuasiveness, he directly brought up another alias: "I know a master named Xingling, and I would like to ask him for help."

"Master Celestial?"

The name was indeed unfamiliar to him, and he was a little puzzled.

"He was a very accomplished master."

Kroya showed off the Holy Spring emblem on his vest.

That's basically a symbol of status.

The Pit Lord immediately checked with the Holy Spring Merchant Guild and confirmed that such a being did indeed exist, and that his emblem also bore the marks of two masters belonging to the Holy Spring Merchant Guild.

A potion master, a golem puppet master.

He couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

It's important to know that the Holy Spring Merchant Guild's potion and golem masters are far more powerful than those of the Mage Guild and other forces.

Backed by such a super power, the knowledge and real strength they possess are certainly not on the same level.

Being able to communicate with a master of the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce will leave such a mark, which is equivalent to the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce acknowledging the other party's identity.

Being able to communicate means we're at roughly the same level, right?

Incidentally, the emblems left behind by this kind of exchange can be hidden or displayed.

After careful consideration, Kroya chose to demonstrate his abilities, hoping to use his "big name" to enhance his persuasiveness in this situation.

Clearly, this is quite convincing.

After thinking for a moment, the Pit Lord nodded in agreement: "Alright, since you have connections with such a master, then I trust you."

"Go back and get it."

After saying that, he directly passed something to Kroya, who only needed to retrieve it upon returning.

"Okay, I'll go back and check it out now. I'll let you know as soon as I have any results."

Having obtained the item, Kroya's research ambitions were burning brightly. Without lingering, he bid farewell and left the illusion.

The remaining two mages exchanged a glance.

The Pit Lord sat down in a chair and handed a new silver cup to the Gray Sand Lord.

His body trembled slightly, and the bat-like fleshy wings that had been concealing his back were no longer hidden.

It stretched out instantly, obscuring the surrounding firelight.

His body suddenly became as strong as a rock, his muscles bulging so high they almost burst his clothes.

A pair of curved ram horns appeared on his head, with spiraling, lava-like marks wrapped around them, emitting a scorching heat.

A tail like a steel whip grew out from behind it, lashing the ground and making a metallic clanging sound.

This posture, this aura... even the most foolish mage would know this is a demon!

Although he was a young demon, and his horns were not yet completely stained by lava, he was still a demon.

He is one of the two major bosses in church legends who destroyed the world—the other being the devil, of course.

"Ah~" He let out a long breath, his breath filled with scorching lava fire magic.

"It's still so comfortable this way; hiding it for too long is really uncomfortable."

"..." The Sand Lord said helplessly, "You'd better not reveal this form. Didn't Archmage Aio tell you not to do this?"

"He was the one who strongly recommended you to the Mage Lords' Alliance. If it weren't for him..."

Upon hearing this, the Pit Lord rolled his eyes.

"You seem to be listening very carefully to what that old man is saying."

"You can choose not to listen, but if the church finds out later... hehe."

"..."

This time, the Pit Lord was helpless.

"Alright, alright, I only reveal my true form within the illusion of the Holy Spring Merchant Guild. I won't show it outside."

Speaking of that Lord of the Reef... his aura is quite peculiar.

The demon looked somewhat bewildered.

"What's so special about it?"

"His magic not only has the boundlessness and vastness of the ocean, but also a radiance under the sun, so much so that I can't even bring myself to be hostile towards him."

"You like sunshine too?"

"Nonsense, you should know that the ancient sun god or fire god was the one who gave the soul fire to the bottomless abyss of lava and fire."

It wouldn't be wrong to say He is the father of all evil.

"I don't know, and don't say things like that lightly. If the church finds out, we'll be in big trouble." The Gray Sand Lord shook his head decisively. "And what do you mean by 'we'?"

When this is mentioned, the Pit Lord can no longer think about Kroya.

He straightened up, his strong body blocking the firelight from the fireplace, his eyes, brimming with lava, fixed on the thin young mage.

"You know better than I what the curse of the Gray Sand Sea is all about. Has the Mermaid God responded to you?"

"No." The gray sand mage's expression was not very good.

The demon grinned broadly, and the words he uttered seemed to carry a poisonous sweetness:

"Then you should think about what to do next. If you want to ask Leviathan for help... I will help you."

Anyway, we mages are lawless guys.

Even if you really anger the church, we can just let them cause trouble for that old man, Aio!

The Gray Sand Lord remained silent.

He didn't say a word.

"Gulp~ Gulp~"

The demon didn't speak again, but just kept drinking the scalding lava from the cup, the only sound in the whole wooden house being his swallowing.

……

the other side.

Kroya received what the pit lord had given him—a crystal bottle engraved with the church's mark, inside which was a gray mushroom.

It doesn't look special.

He didn't open it immediately, but instead thought back to what had just happened.

Although the Deep Blue Illusion can conceal a person's magical aura, it is not provided by the Holy Spring Merchant Guild; it is essentially a free illusion.

In addition, the magic that Kroa learned was quite special.

So I could barely feel a little bit.

It was a strange aura, filled with chaos, yet also possessing a sense of order, like a magical force bound by something.

"What kind of magic is it...?"

He pondered, but always felt that a layer of fog obscured the answer. In the end, he could only shake his head and give up, turning his gaze to the bottle.

My gaze lingered on the mushroom for a second.

The Celestial Body Imprinting Technique immediately provided the answer—

Mushrooms are a source of bitterness at banquets.

"Fungus people? I remember most of them being kind little creatures, how did they turn out like this?"

Kroya continued to examine it carefully, and what he found was astonishing: he discovered two different celestial beings inside the mushroom!

One of them, on the outer layer, has the exact same structure as this gray mushroom. It extends out strands of silk that wrap around a pale green astral body on the inner layer.

The pale green astral body looked almost exactly like the mushroom-man he had seen in the book "Strange Creatures"!

"Is it trapped?" He tentatively sensed the gray threads binding the mushroom man and was surprised to find an incredibly profound power emanating from them.

It felt as if facing it was facing a bottomless abyss.

He took another look and saw a boundless world covered with all kinds of fungi and mushrooms.

Fortunately, the power of the Astral Imprint Technique is extremely unique, and even with such close observation, it does not trigger the power within.

He could even choose to bypass this power and communicate directly with the pale green mushroom-like astral spirit.

"Let me see what's going on." He tentatively transmitted a thought to the mushroom man.

The latter immediately seemed to wake up with a start.

"You were able to spot me?"

Its consciousness was incredibly clear, and it was filled with an undisguised joy.

Immediately afterward, before Kroya could even speak, it transmitted a long string of thoughts—

"Run!"

"The ethereal rifts within that mine will become a conduit for the Zul'Gurub to attack the Prime Material Plane!"

"Don't worry about us, we can still protect the dream!"

My mind was filled with urgency and unease.

Kroya's expression turned serious upon hearing this, and she said, "You're not at the Yavana Holy Mine right now, tell me..."

"What exactly happened?"

He has taken out the magic chip for recording information, intending to record this matter completely.

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(End of this chapter)