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

Chapter 187. Steelmaking, Living Weapons

Five days passed in the blink of an eye.

Air coral base.

The offshore oil vein.

A group of men wielding pickaxes watched in amazement as a golem dug furiously into the mine—the golem was holding a pickaxe made of Alloy I, which was extremely hard.

It seemed tireless, mining the ore—which was practically an open-pit oil mine—with remarkably precise movements, "ding ding ding."

The bright light emitted by the jellyfish swimming nearby shone on its shell, reflecting a cold, metallic sheen, like sweat seeping from it.

It excavated the deep black ore, and the gray demon ants waited nearby, carrying the huge ore with their small bodies whenever it was dug out.

The gray ants swarmed together and slowly walked to the side, dumping the ore they had been carrying into a pool nearby with a "whoosh".

A coiled wooden vine at the bottom of the pool immediately glowed with magical light, sucking all the ore into it—it was transporting the ore to the ore warehouse.

The golem, the gray ant swarm, and the wooden vines worked together harmoniously and smoothly.

In just a short while, nearly a ton of marine oil ore had been mined. Even the Woody Curved Vine and the Gray Demon Ant were a bit overloaded and exhausted.

Only the golem continued its tireless labor.

With the increasing amount of seabed ore being mined, relying solely on manual transportation will inevitably cause some problems, and inventory statistics will also be difficult to compile.

So Kroya simply imprinted all the remaining Woody Vines with spatial teleportation arrays and created a connected transport array at the Air Coral Base.

It is not like the Woody Vine King, which is nourished by the Fountain of Life and endless magic. The number of items it can transport is limited, and the distance is also limited.

Even though Kroya used the magic of the ethereal realm to soak in it for several days, it could only barely cover the underwater coral base at most.

It will also become fatigued as the amount of ore transported increases, and it will take a while to recover.

Even so, it saved a lot of trouble.

Seeing that the golem had done more than they had, the miners finally couldn't help but relax and started chatting:

"Lord Chloe's golem is amazing."

"Doesn't it get tired?"

"We're not even as fast as the golems at mining. Lord Kroya won't abandon us, will he?"

His words elicited good-natured laughter from his companions: "What are you thinking?"

One of the men, who had worked as a miner at the air coral base for two months, patted the young man, who had only been there a short time, on the shoulder.

"If you want to do it, the adults will definitely let you continue, but are you only thinking about being a miner for the rest of your life?"

The man proudly pulled a small notebook from his pocket; the paper of the notebook was a pale yellow with a slightly frosted texture.

It was covered with a dense collection of patterns and texts. Although it looked a bit like some kind of incantation to drive away demons, it was at least a notebook, a medium for recording knowledge.

Paper and writing were seen as high-class treasures belonging exclusively to the nobility by these former peasant servants who were once the lowest class of people.

So when he took it out, everyone around him exclaimed in surprise, "What's this?"

"This is a course taught by adults."

His expression became very devout and respectful: "If you apply, you'll have the opportunity to study in a classroom run by adults called a tutoring class!"

"Hehe, I won't hide it from you."

"I'm currently studying at Lord Samir's tutoring center. Once I've mastered the skills, I'll be able to work in the factory!"

Do you know what's inside a factory?

"The ore we mine and the creation of these golems both come from the factory!"

By the end, his tone was almost fanatical.

It's unbelievable that an ordinary farm servant would have the opportunity to come into contact with such a thing.

"If you want to learn, I can take you to register, but we need to get things done first!" the man patted his chest and assured him.

The others exchanged glances, then immediately began helping the golem continue mining the ore without saying a word. They were quite fast, almost catching up with the golem itself.

After several hours of clanging and tinkling, the surroundings became somewhat dark as the jellyfish left.

A faint "ding-a-ling" sound could be heard from the ocean.

This means that the day's work is over, and the farmhands who worked in the mines and ranches can go home.

Kroya does not advocate working day and night, as this will only drain their bodies, so the actual working hours are only until 7 pm each day.

After 7 p.m., the miners who are still working in the mine must leave to rest, so as to ensure sustainable development.

Anyway, Kroya doesn't need their time to fight desperately.

Mining ore is certainly very tiring work, but at this moment their minds are filled with the allure of knowledge, and they don't feel tired at all.

"Brother Arthur, let's go quickly!"

"We'll treat you to drinks later!"

After the mining was over, they grabbed the tall man Arthur and couldn't wait to go and see what was going on.

The latter understood their feelings and, without keeping them in suspense, nodded and said, "Let's go then!"

The miners left their tools on the tool rack and began their journey home.

Guided by the glow of the lantern-like trees growing on both sides of the road, they quickly returned to the underwater town.

This underwater town covers an area of ​​about five square kilometers and is located directly below the underwater ranch. It was built by a sand worm construction team that excavated through the rock strata.

Its building material is also white mud. The town has houses and buildings of all sizes, the most numerous of which are dormitories for workers toiling on the seabed.

The underwater town was bustling with activity as people who had been busy all day were gradually returning home.

From a distance, the entire town was brightly lit—what outsiders considered an incredibly precious source of light was nothing more than a matter of modifying a few magical beasts and plants for Kroya.

The returning workers chatted and laughed. Some planned to go home to take a shower first, while others couldn't wait to go out for drinks and a meal.

After entering the town, Arthur and his group did not go to the tavern for a meal and drinks, but instead went to the front of a huge building at the deepest part of the town.

The building was surrounded by a pale blue mist, and some huge sharks could be vaguely seen patrolling inside. Sensing the unfamiliar presence, the sharks immediately gathered around.

These giant sharks, each the size of a submarine, stared at the strangers with their tiny eyes, their bodies covered in shimmering magical patterns.

If they don't provide a proper explanation immediately, they will be met with the shark's magical breath—the magical breath of a level three magic shark, enough to turn them to ashes.

The miners had never seen anything like it before.

Although they were more knowledgeable than most people, being stared at by a group of huge sharks was still a very unpleasant experience.

At this moment, Arthur took out a small gold badge shaped like the sun.

The sharks sensed the unique magic of Kroya on the golden sun badge and immediately swam away, shaking their heads.

Arthur finally breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his brow—it was actually his first time here, and he hadn't expected the badge to be so useful.

He and several companions quickly passed through the blue mist and soon entered the underground level through a small door on the side of the factory.

It was extremely hot here. In the vast open space, there was only a plump little tree with a small blade of grass that emitted a continuous golden halo.

The shirtless workers were dumping the collected, pre-processed iron ore onto the conveyor belt next to the tree.

After the aura emitted by the energy storage tree and the night-shining grass shines on the iron ore, the iron ore melts like ice cream and is sent along the conveyor belt into a blast furnace in the distance.

That blast furnace was even more special—

Seven energy-storing trees, topped with night-shining grass, surrounded the crystal-made blast furnace. The golden light they emitted was refracted into the furnace by a magic crystal dome.

From a distance, it looked like seven rays of sunlight were illuminating the blast furnace. Under such terrifying heat, the molten iron inside the crystal blast furnace quickly melted completely and turned into a golden liquid.

Nearby, workers in overalls were adjusting the magical output of the small tree within the magic circle to ensure that the molten iron inside the blast furnace was heated to a sufficient temperature.

This crystal furnace was made by Kroya himself, a treasure that no apprentice could ever create.

So even the workers handled it with extreme care.

Upon witnessing such a miraculous scene, Arthur and his companions dared not move, fearing that they might disrupt the factory's operations, for which they would be willing to die a thousand deaths.

"Um?"

Someone discovered them.

A man in work clothes approached, his expression serious: "What are you doing here at the steel mill?"

The worker was very alert; he had already clutched an alarm in his pocket. All he had to do was press it, and the Ether Wolves, who were maintaining order, would rush over.

Arthur quickly took out the Sun Badge again and explained, "Lord Samir said there are courses here where I can learn..."

Before he could finish speaking, the worker's serious expression vanished, and his eyes lit up: "Brother Samir said so, then hurry over!"

He eagerly led a few somewhat puzzled people down the ladder to the second basement level of the steel plant.

After dropping the person off, the worker turned around and went back—he had other things to do.

Arthur and his group looked around curiously; the scene here was even more exaggerated than the one above.

Clumps of Night-Shining Grass grew densely on the ceiling and walls, and the light they emitted was controlled by a magic circle, turning into heat energy that could be used at any time.

The entire space was filled with unbearably high temperatures, as if one were being scorched by the sun.

Samir was shirtless, hammering a piece of steel in front of him, occasionally needing the surrounding night-shining grass to shine heat on the steel to soften it.

His muscles bulged, sweat streamed down his body, and his expression was one of rapture. With each strike, he seemed to infuse his magic into the steel.

The steel block shone even brighter under his hammering.

A deep golden hue gradually appeared.

It was at this moment that he stopped and reached out to pick up the piece of steel.

But strangely enough, the intense heat inside didn't burn his fingers at all. The steel seemed to have a mind of its own, gently "embracing" Samir's fingers.

"Finally finished knocking."

Samir sighed deeply, then noticed Arthur and his group beside him, and smiled, "You've come at the right time, come here."

He quickly walked to the side and went into a small room.

Arthur and the others followed them inside.

Upon entering, I was immediately taken aback, as the small room was filled with all sorts of turtle statues.

These statues are so lifelike, and they seem to be deliberately mimicking human postures; they're simply an eyesore.

A turtle with a crystal on its back is sitting surrounded by statues, crunching on a blood-red candy. For some reason, it seems listless.

"Teacher Crystal."

Samir handed it the steel in his hand: "This is something I just forged. What do you think?"

His expression was very respectful.

"Um."

Crystal Turtle casually took the steel, examined it from top to bottom, and said, "It's alright."

After making its assessment, it stomped the ground with its short tortoise feet, and a downward passage immediately appeared on the ground beside it.

It glanced at Arthur and the others, and asked:

"Are these people also going to learn these things?"

"Yes."

"Let's go take a look first. It depends on whether they can catch the eye of those guys."

After saying that, it continued to gnaw on the blood-red candy in its hand, seemingly with a sore back, like an old man who had overindulged in lust.

Arthur and his companions felt increasingly strange, even Arthur himself was a little confused—wasn't he here to learn how to forge weapons and golems? Why did things seem so suspicious?

But trusting Samir, they obediently followed.

……

After entering the third underground level, the environment changed dramatically, with blue magical energy flowing all around.

There were also some cat-like creatures jumping and playing around, showing no curiosity at all when they saw someone coming, and continuing to frolic and play.

Further away stood a small tree, surrounded by all sorts of gems, and its branches were also adorned with various gems.

The brilliance and dazzling light emanating from the gemstones were so dazzling that they dazzled Arthur and his companions. For the first time, they clearly understood why nobles loved gemstones.

"Follow me, and don't wander off."

Samir led a few people to the sapling and pointed to something placed to the side, saying:

"Look, this is exactly what I want you to learn."

The group quickly looked over and found a pile of weapons, such as knives, spears, and clubs, laid out on the ground.

When they saw the weapons, they suddenly started moving, circling around them as if they were observing them.

They could clearly sense that these weapons possessed life, just like the magical beasts they had seen before, with vibrant vitality.

A living weapon?

Several people looked at Samir with suspicion.

"This is a living weapon that Lord Kroya asked me to research."

Samir's eyes were sparkling.

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