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

Chapter 203. Beavers and Pink Finless Porpoises

The sound of the zither evokes the feeling of a clear spring or stream flowing through a mountain valley, and its magic manifests in the same way.

The light blue light, accompanied by the sound of the piano, gradually formed a visible stream that flowed outwards from all directions of the front-line base.

The clear water reacted with the grayish-brown fungal carpet and the eggs inside, producing white smoke as if water had been poured into lime.

It may seem that the fungal carpet has the advantage, but in reality, the continuous flow of the stream directly suppressed the fungal carpet in a short period of time.

The fresh, moist air of nature suppressed all unnatural and foul odors and eradicated their source.

Ellie, an elf from the Orpheus family, carrying her harp, sat astride a unicorn and slowly walked towards the outside of the front-line base.

The unicorn's mane was as smooth as flowing moonlight, and its horn shimmered, as if to spread the music further.

With each step it takes, delicate flowers and grasses grow beneath its hooves, quickly forming a path of flowers and grasses as it moves forward.

During this time, Ellie played her harp continuously, scattering the melodious sounds like a flowing stream, forming a precise and vast magic circle.

However, if you look closely, you'll find that it's not actually her playing, but rather a figure behind her, resembling the morning mist, playing the instrument.

Behind the unicorn appeared a winged pegasus, accompanied by a young man dressed in red robes.

Behind him, a radiant light shone continuously, and from it emerged one paladin after another, riding pure white pegasus and wearing silver armor.

These silent, yet resilient and towering knights, like silver mountains, followed Ellie, who was riding a unicorn, and slowly left the front-line base.

They continued onward, following the stream and the sound of the zither, burning all the filthy fungal carpet and the menacing dragons to ashes in the holy light emanating from them.

Like a silvery-white celestial river, it went straight towards the Yavana Sacred Mine, with nothing able to stop it, and finally disappeared completely into the grayish-brown sacred mine covered with all kinds of mycelium and fungal carpet.

It was only at this moment that Beves finally spoke, but her expression was more of helplessness: "Sigh, the bishop really is... he has to send out the Silver Wing Knights."

"Then the defense of the entire frontline base will be left to me, won't it?"

After a deep sigh, she pulled a white crystal from inside her clothes, which looked like a frozen teardrop.

The knight commander held a tear in his palm, knelt on one knee, and looked devout. It seemed he was praying to the being that sat atop the clouds.

However, it was not some deity that responded to her.

Rather... it is... the purified earth.

—A green orb of light rose from the ground, with the tender green of new buds, the emerald green of leaves, and the deep green of ancient trees.

They converged on the entire forward base, forming a fence of stones, branches, and vines within minutes, keeping the endless stream of insects out.

No matter how much the insects tore at it, it remained unmoved.

Like the ever-silent but ever-standing earth and mountains, they embraced the entire city, ensuring it would not encounter any danger.

Only then did the Knight Commander finally breathe a sigh of relief and struggle to her feet—it was only with a helping hand from Celeste that she was able to stand up.

Thank you.

"You're welcome, but isn't it a bit too much for you to use the Tears of Zemuria right now?" Celeste stared at the pendant in her hand.

The Grand Master's eyes were filled with intense interest, as if he wanted to take it apart and study it.

Beveselice shoved the pendant back in before explaining:

That's just how he is.

"It's just some insects launching a probing attack, yet you immediately dispatched the Silver Wing Knights."

"Now that everyone's gone, if I don't use this, it'll be troublesome if something attacks."

The archmage responded with a helpless smile: "I really don't think it's necessary, especially since the elves of the Orpheus family even had to help."

Clearly, they care about different things; one cares more about the Silver Wing Knights, while the other cares more about the elves of the Orpheus family.

But ultimately they are all the same.

They both felt that this was making a mountain out of a molehill.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Celeste glanced at a certain spot in the shop behind her and brought up the matter: "Speaking of which, why are members of the Orpheus family willing to interfere in matters here?"

"They probably don't even get much involved in the internal affairs of the Elven race anymore."

"Hmm?" The Knight Commander looked at the Archmage with a puzzled expression, but still explained, "This was personally invited by His Holiness the Holy Son. It is said that according to his prophecy, the Orpheus family must be involved in resolving the Yavana Holy Mine issue."

Otherwise, the Elves would not be allowed to enter the Yavana Sacred Mine.

"I know that. After all, it's our human race's mine; how can we just let elves in?"

"But where did you find her?" the Grand Master asked again. "I remember they disappeared a very, very long time ago."

"...Then I don't know."

The knight commander looked at the archmage suspiciously: "Why are you suddenly concerned about these things? Do you also want to get involved with the Orpheus family?"

I advise you to give up.

"As one of the three oldest families of the elves, they are extremely exclusive, and it seems that only a few people have barely come into their sights."

"hehe."

The Grand Master simply smiled, offered no reply, and walked forward.

The knight commander quickly followed.

The two left one after the other.

……

Hanjiao Island.

After watching the entire incident unfold, Kroya withdrew his gaze.

"What amazing musical magic! This cardinal is too outrageous; he just charged in like that. I wonder if his entire army will be wiped out."

To be honest, he didn't really care.

The Vatican's higher-ups aren't fools; even if his knights suffer heavy casualties, he's sure he can escape.

"It's a pity that the mushroom people's vision cannot transmit magic."

This was the only thing that disappointed him a little. If he could transfer magic, he could try to imitate the tune played by that elf.

He might even learn a musical magic, which would further expand his knowledge base.

Thinking this, he simply took out his gopher wood harp, recalled the melody he had just heard, and tried to imitate it.

"Clang, clang..."

After a brief performance, he was surprised to find that the melody was somewhat similar to the one he had obtained from the Orpheus Oak at the bottom of the sea, which was called "The Melody of Gently Flowing Springs".

In addition, whether Celeste did it on purpose or not, she asked a question earlier, and the elf named Ellie was a member of the Orpheus family that she had been searching for for so long.

"I didn't expect this piece of music to appear so readily..."

Now Chloe is almost certain that this piece was also composed by her grandfather.

He was very familiar with the melody, but unfortunately, he didn't know the composition and technique of the magic, so he couldn't play it.

This kind of musical magic can't be replicated just by listening to it; otherwise, wouldn't it be easy for anyone to learn it?

"Never mind, we'll have to leave it for now."

"Let's see if we can get in touch with Ellie when she gets back, which would also resolve Orpheus Oak's request to us."

He reluctantly put down the gopher harp and looked at the map beside him.

"Huh?"

A spot on the map began to flash, and the shark tower spirit's voice followed—

"Master, some special magical beasts have been discovered in Seagull Territory. The apprentices who are cultivating the land there would like to ask for your opinion."

As it spoke, it displayed what the apprentices had discovered.

Kroya looked at it with great interest.

What they saw were some extremely round, wet creatures with large incisors, resembling large rats—beavers.

They huddled together pitifully, their bodies trembling, even their fat jiggling, as if they were terrified.

He glanced at the map again.

It was a great river, which, judging from its length on the map, flowed almost through the entire northern border before finally emptying into the ocean.

Generally speaking, land near rivers is very suitable for farming, so this "Tere River" as it is known to the locals is one of the areas that Kroa plans to use for farming.

His plan was to use this river as the center and develop a huge grain-growing area on both banks.

Of course, achieving this goal is not easy.

Both the reclamation of land on both sides of the river and the clearing of monsters from the river are extremely difficult, and as of now, only a little bit has been dealt with.

Unexpectedly, I encountered difficulties.

Chloe thought for a moment, then deliberately asked:

"What kind of monster is this?"

"This is a Greytooth Beaver, a level two magical beast. They usually live in the river and build dams, and they almost never have conflicts with humans," Shark Tower Spirit replied.

"Not bad," Chloe praised. "Have you finished reading that Warcraft Encyclopedia?"

"Yes."

"I'll buy you a few more books to read later."

"Thank you, Master."

Kroya nodded in satisfaction and first sent the medal and letter given to him by the Knight Commander to the capital through the Holy Spring Merchant Guild.

Then he stood up and ordered, "Have them set up the magic circle. I'll go there myself."

"Don't harm these magical beasts! Not a single beaver is allowed to die before I arrive!"

He was itching to get his hands on it; it was a beaver, after all!

It is known as a natural dam builder.

If we could imprint some magic on them, it probably wouldn't be a problem whether it was drawing water for irrigation or ensuring the safety of rivers and fields.

……

He quickly arrived at his destination via a spatial magic circle.

This is Seagull Territory, about forty kilometers from Han Reef Island. The lord here has, of course, been subdued by Baron Kemoye, a younger brother of Kroya.

Therefore, this place belongs to Kroya.

After the blizzard caused by the mermaids completely dissipated, the warm ocean currents and monsoons have enveloped the entire northern land.

Now, almost everything in Kroya's sight is sprouting and growing vegetation, and the whole land is full of tender green vitality.

Further away is a rushing, flowing river.

Its river channel is over a hundred meters wide, and according to measurements, its depth should exceed thirty meters. To be honest, it is already considered a large river.

After emerging from the spatial magic circle, Kroya remained still, gazing quietly into the distance at the beautiful green landscape.

To be honest, there is a fundamental difference between seeing it directly with your own eyes and the images transmitted back by the mushroom people. The fragrance of grass and trees, the bright sunshine, and the gurgling sound of the flowing river are all different.

They are all "real".

For Cloa, this real scenery was truly beautiful.

The mage's aura seemed to blend into the scenery, and Jamie, standing to the side, couldn't sense Kroya's presence at all when he used his mental power to perceive it.

"Lord Kroya is so powerful..."

Jamie's expression became even more respectful as he waited patiently.

It took Kroya quite a while to come to her senses.

A glimmer of light, like a tender green sprout, seemed to flash across his eyes.

He was right.

After helping the earth revitalize in the Mermaid's Sea of ​​Life last time, I obtained some clues about the Green Chapter, which seems to be related to life.

However, he is still unsure how exactly he can learn.

Seeing that he had come to his senses, Jamie, who had been waiting, bowed respectfully: "Lord Chloe."

"These people say they have something important to tell you."

Jamie was accompanied by several ordinary people who looked like farmers. They were all dark-skinned and thin men, clearly people who worked hard.

By now, Kroya no longer needed to deliberately unleash his aura to maintain his authority. He smiled and asked:

"You live here, right? What do you want to tell me? Speak up, and I'll reward you if it's helpful."

Several farmers immediately knelt down, and one of them, a young man who looked to be no more than twenty years old, spoke up: "Master, there are spirits in this river!"

He looked uneasy as he said this, and the people around him were looking at him with disbelief, as if they were surprised that he dared to say such a thing.

"An elf?" Kroa's face showed a playful expression.

These two words have many meanings; they could refer to elves or naturally born spiritual beings.

For example, his olive spirit, sunflower spirit, and lotus spirit.

"You seem to have received some education." He didn't pay much attention to the so-called elf, but was quite interested in this person.

"If they were just ordinary farmers, they wouldn't have made such remarks."

Faced with his question, the kneeling youth calmly replied, "My lord, I once studied at a knight academy in the Northern Territory... I learned how to take care of knights."

"I see." Kroya nodded.

The Northern Territory is actually the largest territory in the entire Northern Territory, and it is one of the few relatively developed areas in the Northern Territory. It is also the ultimate goal of the Kermoyes.

Only by truly occupying that area can one say that the North has been under control.

It's easier to communicate with educated people.

"Then what kind of elf are you referring to?"

As he asked questions, he arrived at the riverbank, staring with great curiosity at the beavers trembling on the embankment he was building.

The beavers' dikes are built from weeds and gnawed-down trees. It's quite impressive that these small, chubby creatures can build dikes that directly block the river.

Jamie and the farmer followed, of course.

The latter pointed to the river: "Sir, this river irrigates our fields; there are definitely spirits in it!"

As he said this, he handed over something.

"Oh?" Kroya took the parchment scroll he handed her. It was obviously very old, and even a little yellowed.

It contains a legend.

A legend about the "pink fish shadow".

It is said that a pink fish spirit lives in this body of water called the Terai River.

At first, people were worried that they might hurt themselves, because pink is the color of dissolved blood, which is roughly "blood color".

But people later discovered that they would actively rescue drowning victims and catch fish to give to hungry people.

Many people have received their help.

So they are affectionately called pink fairies.

Well... to be honest, this is a very ordinary and unremarkable legend. You could probably find a dozen or twenty similar stories by just flipping through any book.

Moreover, Kroa felt something was strange about this description... a spindle-shaped body, smooth and hairless, and it would actively rescue and help humans.

Is this really not talking about dolphins?

No, it should be freshwater dolphin.

With that in mind, he simply extended his mental energy into the river and began searching for any possible traces of freshwater dolphins.

With Kroya's current mental strength, it is enough to cover an area of ​​about forty kilometers in radius. Within this range, as long as he is willing to expend his mental strength, he can see everything.

Of course, this is the limit of his mental power.

Extending one's mental power to such an extreme without any protection could very likely lead to some dangers.

As his mental energy continued to extend downwards.

The lush aquatic plants growing on the riverbed and various kinds of fish gradually came into his view, swimming freely in the river.

Both the quantity and variety are quite large, even densely packed; a single net could yield a bountiful harvest.

"There are quite a lot of fish here."

He muttered to himself as he continued searching his surroundings, but after searching for about ten kilometers, he still hadn't found any "pink elves."

They then expanded the area by another ten kilometers, but still found nothing.

After searching for thirty kilometers without finding anything, he had no choice but to withdraw his mental energy. If he continued to extend it any further, he would be injured.

"no."

He frowned slightly, glanced at the farmer beside him, who felt a chill run down his spine and quickly said, "Sir, I didn't lie to you!"

That's true. He was indeed very nervous, but he didn't show the panic that comes with being deceived, nor did he show any disappointment or sadness.

"Is it really true?"

After thinking for a moment, Kroya realized that he had explored the rest of the area except for the beaver dam that was right next to him.

Could it be inside the beaver dam?

The moment the thought arose, he felt it was very likely, so he directly probed the interior with his spiritual power, passing through the dense and damp vegetation, and arrived at the dry and warm nest.

He then saw... bones.

That's right, bones.

—Deep within the beaver's lair are some strange, glowing bones, with small pink flowers growing around them.

At first glance, the pink flowers representing vitality and the stark white bones together actually have a certain beauty to them, a combination of life and death.

Logically speaking, finding bones in a monster's lair is actually quite normal, since monsters have an instinct to store food to some extent.

But aren't beavers vegetarians...?

Kroya remembered that in the description, the grey beaver did not eat any meat at all, not even small fish and shrimp. What they liked to eat most were tender grass roots and tree hearts.

They are strict vegetarians.

Moreover, the pile of bones was very neat, without any damage, and when put together, it seemed to resemble a finless porpoise.

Another strange thing is that this small piece of land, which looks to be no more than three or four meters wide, is obviously carefully tended.

The soil inside was very loose and soft, definitely not like a burial ground; it looked more like a field.

"Wait, what's this?"

Kroya suddenly noticed some abnormal magical fluctuations beneath the small flowers, and probed them with his spiritual power.

What he found inside stunned him.

There was actually a tiny dimensional space inside!

Although it is only about ten square meters in size, it is real and filled with water and... a sleeping pink finless porpoise.

They stayed inside quietly, as if they were about to fall asleep into the next century.

What surprised Kroya even more was that the source of power maintaining this space was actually one of the largest pink finless porpoises.

It was merely in a soul state, and its soul was already somewhat illusory, clearly indicating that it had consumed too much power.

When Kroa's mental energy probed over, it even shrank back in fear—a typical sign of becoming undead.

Kroa's spiritual power has some solar attributes, and most undead fear the sun.

Just as Kroya was about to investigate further, the fat beavers that had been timidly staying on the dam suddenly rushed over as if they had gone mad.

"Chirp chirp!" They bared their teeth and spat out basic water magic like water arrows, like a suicide squad.

But how should I put it...

Everything you do when you're weak enough is adorable.

Now, Kroya finds these beavers incredibly cute, despite their volatile emotions and fearless courage.

"Is it because I sensed those pink finless porpoises? Could beavers and finless porpoises be related?"

"Forget it, let's get you under control first."

Kroya had intended to subdue them, but before he could even reach out, he suddenly looked to the side.

Suddenly, the thin, dark-skinned young man, who had been standing respectfully to the side, pulled out a dagger and lunged at him.

His eyes held fear, but even more so, a resolute determination. The dagger in his hand gleamed coldly, and appeared to be made of a fine material.

As the dagger drew closer, Chloe felt no fear; instead, she found it quite amusing…

I'm a level 4 mage, almost level 5!

Do they really look that easy to bully?

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(End of this chapter)