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

Chapter 150. Angel's Answers, Golden Notes (5K)

"You seem very excited. Oh, and thank you for the irises."

Kroya twirled the ring on her finger, speaking as if she were chatting with an old friend.

"This is a gift for you; may you be free."

A smile seemed to appear on the angel's face as he continued, "The wood used to build the ark was 100,000-year-old gopher wood."

"If you can cultivate it, I can use its power to successfully open the Ark Garden."

"As you can see, my power is already very weak, and I need the power of Gopherwood to help me recover."

"Friend, the magical plants in the Ark Garden... I'm willing to give them to you as a reward."

Wow, that's a really big pie in the sky.

The magical plants in the Ark Garden, putting aside everything else, just take these two that have appeared so far. One can dispel dark clouds, and the other can conceal one's aura; either one is an extraordinary existence.

It's unimaginable what other magical plants might be in that garden; even legendary mages would probably fight tooth and nail for them.

Kroya was certainly tempted, but he still asked first:

"How do I cultivate the gopher wood after it arrives?"

Taking this opportunity, Kroya naturally had to ask him some questions, since this guy definitely knew far more than he did.

"..."

The angel fell silent for a moment.

A moment later, His eyes turned into two mushroom-shaped halos of light, and became lively and spirited.

Kroa knew that He had probably been possessed by a mushroom again.

"My friend," He said, "the Ark can carry all living beings, including their magic and power."

The Ark carried not only humans, magical beasts, magical plants... but also Titans, elves, dragons, and gods who lived and worked in peace on it.

All of this can be branded onto gopher wood.

I will create a magic for you, so that the magical plants and beasts you transform and evolve will leave their mark on the Gopher wood, and they will grow together with your music.

Gopher wood itself will become your harp, your most powerful artifact.

Its music can communicate with nature, drawing upon the magic of the world, making your symphonies even grander, reaching to the ends of the stars.

It's a bit convoluted, but Kroa knows what He means. It's probably an advanced version of the Moon Leaf-type magical artifact, capable of containing His music.

but……

Kroa narrowed her eyes, looking quite puzzled:

"You know I want to make a harp from gopher wood? And... judging from your tone, you seem to know exactly what my symphony is?"

He had long been curious about what this "Poem of Rainbow Light" meditation method actually was.

"This is your thirst and desire," the angel explained. "I am the central core of the Sky Ark, and all kinds of life have prayed to me for miracles."

"I can sense their prayers and desires; this is my ability, and only in this way can I perform miracles."

"I satisfied their insatiable desires—through the power of the rings, all matter and magic on the ark were nearly inexhaustible."

"But that's all in the past now."

His voice carried an indescribable melancholy, deliberately omitting the question of the poem of the rainbow.

Kroa knew He didn't want to answer, and didn't press Him. Instead, she keenly noticed a word:

"What is a ring?" he asked.

"That is a supreme treasure representing the power of the Void."

The angel simply replied with this statement, then solemnly warned, "My friend, even if you are so fortunate, you must not venture into these areas prematurely."

Do not develop a desire for it.

"Hmm." Kroya nodded. "I'm just curious, do the other types also have corresponding treasures? And do you know what the Sage and the Operation are?"

The two inquiries are about the following: one is a suffix for "Water Magic," and the other is a suffix for "Power bestowed by the Earth Mother Goddess."

These two things had puzzled him for a long time, but he finally had the chance to figure them out.

"That's the core circuit of Mercury and Earth, and it's also a powerful magical artifact, just like the one you have."

The angel explained, pointing to the bracelet on Chloe's wrist: "This is... a fragment from the ancient past."

Upon hearing this, Kroya stroked the Moon Leaf-shaped magical artifact on his wrist and murmured to himself, "Ancient One."

"Is it also of the Mercury element?"

"No, its destination is the Illusionary Radiance."

When Huan Yao was mentioned, a fleeting emotion flickered in the angel's eyes, a mixture of helplessness and nostalgia.

However, Kroa kept his head down, so he couldn't see the change in His eyes.

"I'm leaving." The light in the angel's eyes gradually faded. "Please come find me at the bottom of the lake after you obtain the Gopherwood."

"Please remember... thorns are suffering, but also the ladder to strength."

After he finished speaking, a portal appeared behind him, and he walked backwards into it and disappeared.

The glory faded, leaving only endless wind and snow.

Kroa glanced in the direction He had disappeared. This time, she had indeed learned quite a few secrets. It was rare that this angel hadn't pretended to be dead and was willing to say so much.

"Thorns... Has Baron Kmoyer been attacked by Thorns again?"

He couldn't help but sigh, stood up, and went inside the castle to make preparations.

……

About five minutes later, Rob rushed in to report: "Sir, Baron Camyer has arrived... but he has been pricked by those thorns again."

"I know."

Having already been warned by the angel, Kroya wasn't too surprised. She simply stood up slowly and said, "Take me to see."

Robert immediately led the way, and they soon arrived at the guesthouse.

Baron Camoyer's loyal men were guarding outside the room, each clad in armor, sword at hand, their eyes bloodshot and weary.

It's obvious they've been waiting for quite a while.

To them, the baron was not only their master, but also a comrade-in-arms and a conduit for their upward social mobility. If you told them right now that killing a certain number of people would restore the baron's power, they'd probably do it without batting an eye.

When they saw Chloe approaching, they immediately bowed respectfully.

It wasn't just what the baron had instructed; it was also about respect for the strong.

"Master!"

"My lord, please, save the Baron!"

Kroya nodded casually: "Don't worry."

After making this promise, he instructed Rob to fetch some food and potions for the men, and then went into the room.

At a glance, I saw the armored man on the bed and... a sapling with its roots wrapped in cloth placed to the side.

Its leaves are needle-like, making it look like a sapling of a pine or cypress tree. The color is extremely emerald green, as dazzling as jade.

It sat there quietly, yet it constantly attracted the magic around it, like a natural magic-gathering circle, while also emitting a delicate fragrance.

"Gopherwood".

Without a doubt, this was the Gopherwood he had been longing for.

A level seven magical plant, the most unique spiritual wood in nature, a powerful object that can drive all mages mad.

"So that's how it happened?"

He let out a soft sigh of relief, feeling that things had gone unusually smoothly this time. This little knight had actually managed to get the Gopher Wood.

He originally thought it would take a long time and effort to obtain it.

"It's so beautiful."

He took a deep look at the sapling, but didn't linger on it for long, and went to the Baron's bedside.

Let's focus on healing the Baron first. Once he's recovered, that's when we can collect our due compensation. We're already on Hanjiao Island; how can we possibly escape?

"Hmm."

He frowned after observing the baron's condition for a moment.

Beneath the silver-white armor, the body was riddled with holes from thorns, and this time the thorns looked rather strange.

Their surface color is red, a very strange red, like blood.

However, it did not give off an evil feeling; instead, it possessed an indescribable holy light that was rooted within the Baron's body, seemingly constantly drawing upon his power.

Upon closer inspection of their celestial bodies, Kroya discovered that although these thorns absorbed the Baron's power, they still returned the power after filtering it.

Moreover, it seemed to resonate with the Baron's bloodline power; within the armor... there seemed to be a deeply hidden consciousness.

Kroa could barely sense it, but she was completely unable to communicate with it, not even through mental means.

"Is it a ghost?" Chloe pondered for a moment, then instructed the Wood-Scented Vine King to bring over the Astral Crystal Turtle.

Anyway, the ore on its side is basically finished, so there's no problem leaving for a while. I should also deliver what I promised it.

"Yes."

The Woody Vine King quickly brought the Crystal Turtle over.

Upon seeing Kroya, the latter immediately rushed over and hugged Kroya's leg, saying eagerly, "Master, I thought you had forgotten about me!"

"How could I forget you?" Kroya reassured it, then pointed to the Baron: "You have the ability to communicate with all things, can you communicate with the consciousness inside his armor?"

The crystal turtle glanced at the armor strangely, then went over, laboriously climbed onto the bed, patted the armor with its paw, and said casually:

"Hey bro, wanna chat?"

Kroa: "..."

That's really strange. How come a turtle looks like a mafia boss?

What's even stranger is that after it patted the armor like that, a consciousness actually came out from inside.

"Hmm? Oh? I know."

Crystal Turtle immediately started chatting with the other party, and they seemed to be having a good time.

"You're saying these are your descendants?"

"Uh...you're disappointed that his power isn't pure enough?"

"What? You want him to continue protecting Gopherwood?"

Because Kroya was nearby, the Crystal Turtle made a point of transmitting this information so that Kroya could hear it.

After this conversation, Kroya roughly understood what was inside—a ghost from the past who, unable to bear seeing its offspring's weakness, used thorns to help him strengthen his power.

Furthermore, its duty seems to be to protect Gopherwood, and it also requires Baron Kmoyer to continue to protect Gopherwood.

That's roughly it.

After listening for a while, Kroya asked the Astral Crystal Turtle, "Could you let it out?"

"Let me ask..." The Astral Crystal Turtle patted its armor again: "Brother, could you come out for a moment? My master wants to see you."

After a moment, the crystal turtle shook its head: "No, it says there's no vessel for it to attach itself to."

"Is this alright?" Kroya took out a vibrant green olive leaf.

These are naturally leaves from the Yongqing olive tree.

After studying it, Kroa discovered that this thing could accommodate almost any spiritual entity, including ghosts.

However, he certainly wouldn't explicitly say that once inside, he would be controlled by the olive spirit.

"Let me ask again."

This time, it took the Astral Crystal Turtle about two minutes for a grayish-white mist to emerge from its armor.

After rising, it flew directly towards the olive leaf and entered it.

Then, the olive leaves shimmered with a faint light, and the leaves flew up. An olive fairy appeared and gently waved her little hand.

A figure was formed by the grayish-white mist beside it.

He was a young man wearing silver-white armor, with gray-white hair, and an extremely handsome appearance that even made Kroya momentarily lose her senses.

He was about 1.8 meters tall, but his proportions were perfect. Even in ghost form, he still had a warm, sunny smile on his face.

That smile seemed to have a heartwarming quality; just looking at it made people feel comfortable, especially with that flawless face...

It's practically the perfect template for a knight-errant novel.

"A magician?"

The knight looked at Chloe: "You're a magician? Whose apprentice are you? Why do you have an evergreen olive tree...? Are you Iris?"

Is she still in this world?

He asked several questions in a row.

Unfortunately, Kroya shook his head: "I am the lord of the Mage Guild. The Evergreen Olive Tree was a gift from Baron Kmoyer. Lady Ilister has already left this world."

"Left?" The knight looked relieved and plopped down on the ground.

"Thank goodness... she's finally gone."

Kroya frowned. "You seem quite pleased?"

"Of course!" the knight laughed heartily. "She captured me and used me as a decoration in her garden for thousands of years!!"

He waved his hands, his emotions running high:

"When I was about to enter the realm of Death on the River of the Dead, she saw me, said I was very handsome, and wanted to keep me here!"

"That madwoman even fought with Death's messenger and the angel of death!"

You could tell he was really excited, and he even pointed to his face and said, "Am I that handsome? Why does she have to treat me like an ornament...?"

At this point, he suddenly covered his face and burst into tears again: "If it weren't for her, I would have left this world with my friends long ago!"

The crying was very sad.

"..."

So that's what kind of person Elise is.

Also, does this guy have some psychological issues because he's been holding it in for too long? He is indeed quite handsome, but he's a bit of a goofball.

Kroya muttered to himself, blinked, and summoned the modified magic crystal white rat.

"Go," he said, pointing to the knight.

The white mouse immediately understood, nodded its little head, and emitted a golden light.

The undead are most easily controlled by emotions, but conversely, they are also easily influenced by magic in this regard, at least for now.

Bathed in the joyful light of the white mouse, the knight quickly stopped crying.

His expression changed from sadness to seriousness in an instant.

His tone became serious, instantly transforming from a goofy demeanor to a solemn and dignified one.

His imposing aura was also unmistakable.

Very powerful...

He was at least a legend during his lifetime.

"Thank you for your help, Master." He pointed to the baron on the bed. "This child is my descendant, and I wish to help him. Please guide him on his future path."

"I feel the light of the sun and the rainbow of good fortune emanating from you. Please burn my soul to ashes so that I may be freed and enter the world of the dead."

Kroa: "???"

Is this some kind of ultimate face-changing king? How can he change his face so quickly? It seems that the mind of the undead is indeed not very normal.

He had to confirm: "Are you telling the truth?"

"Of course it's true." The knight took two steps toward Chloe: "I wish to see the sun one more time, and to sleep eternally beneath the rainbow's symphony."

At this moment, he truly resembled a steadfast knight, his eyes gleaming with unwavering determination, like a rock.

"...Why bother?"

Kroya remained silent for a long while, looked at his face, and shook his head, saying, "If it is your will."

Although this guy seemed to know a lot, Kroya was unwilling to force him. Such a pure soul was worth his time and effort.

As she spoke, Chloe began to unleash the magic of symphonic music.

Two colors of light swirled around, the crimson and orange glows transforming into flames amidst the music, falling upon the knight.

The sunlight had an extremely powerful restraining effect on all the dead, so the moment he landed, his body began to burn.

Using the soul as fuel for the flames... the only outcome is the complete annihilation of the soul.

"Thank you, Master."

The knight's soul gradually faded, but the smile on his face grew more and more pronounced.

"I will give you one last gift."

He stretched out his hand, and a golden halo appeared within his radiance, like tiny, dancing musical notes.

Composed of the flames of his soul, it has a cheerful melody.

"I have heard of the music of the rainbow, which is as steadfast as the sun and will play forever, no matter what."

There's no need to worry about anything, because the sun shines on everything in the world, no matter when or where.

You need to be steadfast, because you are the center of all the music, because you... must have your own music.

These were the knight's last words.

His soul vanished completely in the flames, part of it turning into golden musical notes, while the other part landed on Baron Kemoyer.

The Baron slowly opened his eyes.

He looked around with a puzzled expression, feeling that someone very important had left.

(End of this chapter)