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

Chapter 142. Immediate Results from Spore Airbags

Losing contact suddenly isn't a big problem.

Kroya had already sent people to follow Ryan to avoid any problems, just as a precaution, but unexpectedly, a problem actually occurred.

Soon, Ryan was carried in by several people.

He had no external injuries, but his mental energy was completely depleted; his brows were furrowed and his face was pale.

Her whole body looked as if it had lost its luster, gradually turning pale.

This is a typical symptom of mental energy depletion. Mental energy is like oil in the human body; it is needed to nourish almost everything you do.

Without spiritual power, this is what happens.

If not supplemented with special methods, intelligence, reaction ability, and even physical condition will decline, and there is even a possibility of becoming mentally challenged.

"So the price is mental strength."

After examining it, Kroya's doubts were finally resolved. This method of transmitting consciousness so far was ultimately based on the consumption of mental energy.

If mental strength is needed, he will have to consider providing his subordinates with mental strength training or some other additional resources.

However, right now, we need to replenish Ryan's mental energy first.

He directly took a bottle of calming lily of the valley essential oil, powered by magical fire, and mixed it with spiritual energy obtained from the fire algae in the thirsty sea. The fragrant aroma wafted into Ryan's nose.

A short while later, the latter slowly woke up.

After waking up, Ryan quickly sat up. "My lord mage, I felt a sharp pain in my head, and then I passed out!"

"Yes, I know." Chloe nodded.

"This method inherently requires mental strength to operate, and it's normal for you, as a knight's apprentice, to have weaker mental strength than a mage."

"Here's what we'll do: take it back with you, and remember to keep it in your room and take good care of it."

Kroya instructed the Woody Vine King to bring out a pot of Calming Lily of the Valley, which had also been magically severed.

It will concentrate all the magic on the flower bud.

Long-term use like this should be beneficial to mental strength.

This kind of thing is really special; if someone else uses it, they have to be absolutely loyal, otherwise, if it gets leaked...

Anyone with a brain knows the value of this thing.

Even if he's almost a level four mage, he'd probably have a hard time resisting.

"Thank you, Master!" Ryan stood to the side, holding the flowers.

Then Chloe took out what he had prepared beforehand—

Blue Cat Golem, an alchemical bracelet made of magic crystals, a magic crystal that can replenish magic power, several fruits of the Scorching Pepper, and freshly made mushroom paste.

There are ten portions.

He pointed to these things and said to Jamie:

"These are the things I prepared for you. You should take them back and let the apprentices practice them."

"Perhaps in a while we'll have you go out and train, and you must master these things."

"I will assess you all, and whoever is most suitable will receive these things."

Jamie immediately knelt down: "Yes, sir, I will definitely tell the other apprentices what you said!"

"Okay, go ahead then." He waved his hand.

The mage apprentice left, leaving only the knight apprentice.

Kroya also prepared some things for the knight apprentices.

That was found in "Miracle of Light," and it's the most suitable material for beginners—

A sword, a suit of soft armor, a bottle of potion that can heal basic injuries, and a calming lily of the valley.

There were also as many as ten.

He didn't give the mushroom patch to these knight apprentices yet, as their mental strength probably couldn't support long-term use. He'd wait until they used the calming lily of the valley to nourish them for a while before giving it to them.

As for advanced versions of swords and armor, Kroya could certainly make them, but it was too early for them. Giving them the advanced versions now would cause problems.

Moreover, he doesn't intend to do everything himself.

These things will definitely need to be made by blacksmiths in the future, or simply by mages or knight apprentices who have this idea.

For a territory to develop healthily, it is obviously not enough for the lord to do it alone. He must gradually pass on this knowledge to ensure that they can be self-sufficient.

Ryan's eyes lit up the moment he saw these things.

Compared to the reserved nature of the apprentice monk, his mind was relatively simpler, and a clear smile appeared on his face.

"Thank you very much, Venerable Master!"

He held the pile of things, grinning like a puppy that had just gotten a bone.

"Go."

Kroya watched him leave, and said with a slight sigh, "These children are actually quite good, loyal and resilient. Rob and the knights have indeed taught them well."

"Muyao, could you give everyone another potion I made?"

"OK."

After all these matters were settled, Kroya instructed the mushroom people to make some spore sacs containing air from the ancient pasture fungus, and then took out the Holy Spring Crystal Card.

He didn't go to see the Pit Mage, but simply passed on the spore sacs, clearly stating that they came from the Celestial Master and that there weren't many of them.

He also emphasized that the existence of these things should not be spread, as the Celestial Master did not want to make a fuss.

This was done for two reasons: first, to make the other party think that these things were difficult to handle; and second, to avoid getting involved in the Yavana Holy Mine.

If those magic associations and churches want these things, wouldn't they be forcing him?

Finally, he added that the Protoss Master was very interested in the mushrooms and could exchange more mushrooms for some spore sacs.

……

the other side.

The Pit Lord received what Kroa had given him.

He was comfortably lying in his bathtub, made with boiling spring water drawn from underground. If an ordinary person were to enter this water, they would probably be boiled alive.

But for him, it's just a slightly hotter pool.

He looked at the spore sac with a puzzled expression and said, "It seems to contain some special magic."

Although he didn't understand what this thing was, it was given to him by a master, so he trusted it.

He immediately got out of the bath, casually wrapped a blanket around himself, and went to where his men, who were infected with spore fungi, were.

This is a cave encircled by the magic of fire.

The sulfur fire from deep underground burns endlessly, ensuring that nothing inside can escape.

When the pit lord's towering figure stepped into the cave, it was already filled with dense spores and gray mushrooms.

They seem to be constantly wriggling, and as soon as they sense someone approaching, they immediately fly up and rush towards the newcomer.

If it were someone else, they would definitely be infected by the spores entering their mouth and nose.

But for the Pit Lord...

"snort."

He snorted coldly, his face full of disgust.

"How disgusting!"

Accompanying his cold snort was a surge of sulfurous fire erupting from his body. The temperature of these flames was so high that even a spore with a trace of the Abyss Lord's magic could not withstand them.

It vanished into thin air almost instantly.

With each step he took, sulfurous fire erupted, quickly burning the surrounding spores to ashes.

To be honest, he was absolutely disgusted by what he saw.

His veins flowed with the blood of the Balrog, a high-ranking demon from the bottomless abyss of lava and fire. Although these demons were intelligent, they preferred to burn everything with flames.

However, these spores originated from his subordinates' bodies. He was actually quite good to his subordinates and couldn't bear to let them die.

So he was extremely annoyed by these spores that he couldn't burn out.

When he reached the end of the cave, he saw his subordinates covered in large and small gray-black mushrooms, almost turning them into a mushroom breeding ground.

These people were covered in mushrooms, and their expressions changed from blissful to contorted in pain.

Hopefully these things will be useful.

The Pit Lord sighed and crushed the spore sacs one by one, releasing the special magic power inside.

The effect was immediate.

When this magic came into contact with the grayish-black mushrooms, the mushrooms retreated as if avoiding a snake or scorpion, and even the mushrooms growing on people gradually withered.

People who were sleeping in painful nightmares were suddenly awakened as if they had been splashed with a bucket of cold water; the nightmares vanished without a trace in an instant.

Without nightmares, they naturally had the will to survive.

The pit lord, who had been observing them, suddenly grinned and waved his hand.

"Whoosh—"

A terrifying surge of magical power flowed into their bodies. These men, already quite powerful as his subordinates, instantly regained consciousness with the help of this magical power.

"Boss!"

"Boss, I'm awake?!"

"Wow, boss!"

After waking up, these people jumped and danced around, very happy.

The Pit Lord merely snorted and glanced at them: "This potion was obtained after I went to great lengths to find it."

You are no longer allowed to go to the Yavana Sacred Mine. Guard the entrance to the Pit Town and stop interfering in the affairs of the Mage Guild and the Church!

After saying that, he turned and left.

He couldn't stay; he still had to deliver the promised soul solution and the remaining mushrooms to Kroa.

Being able to exchange for more spore sacs gives us a bit more confidence.

(End of this chapter)