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

Chapter 217. The Elven Giant Ship About to Set Sail

Undersea ruins.

When Cloa returned, the ship that had sunk to the bottom of the sea had been restored and was much more intact than before.

The surface of the enormous ship was even covered with magical patterns, swaying with the waves of the sea.

If you ignore the fact that this is the deep seabed, it looks like it's about to set sail.

"Is it time to set sail?"

Kroya was slightly surprised; he didn't quite believe that the Orpheus Oak could actually set sail.

As soon as he saw the ship with his own eyes, a vast and friendly consciousness emanated from it.

"Human friend!"

The voice of the Orpheus Oak came, still filled with enthusiasm and excitement: "You've finally arrived."

Its magic instantly formed a bridge large enough for Kroa to cross smoothly; it was a vine-entwined portal, extending an invitation to him.

"I am coming."

Kroa suppressed his doubts and readily accepted the offer. He took only one step and arrived at the forest garden of the Orpheus Oak.

The place is still full of blooming flowers, but there are many tall and ancient trees, their bark and branches all a deep dark green, standing like silent sentinels.

Orpheus Oak looked at him with delight.

"I've come to see you, my oak friend."

He found a place to sit down very casually and nonchalantly, treating the place as if it were his own home, without any formality whatsoever.

"Welcome, human friend!"

The expressions on the oak-shaped human face became increasingly lively, and a small rainbow pattern representing joy appeared above its head.

It immediately prepared drinks for Kroya.

Kroya also took out a small bottle and generously poured out a glass of amber-colored liquor that seemed to shimmer with sunlight, inviting with a smile, "Please have a taste, my oak friend!"

The small wine glass naturally contained wine made from grapes from the Magic Field vines and his magic. As soon as it was poured, an indescribable aroma filled the surrounding area.

It's like strolling through a magical, sun-drenched vineyard. The warmth of the sun, the aroma of the grapes, and a slightly intoxicating fragrance all create a warm and comfortable feeling for both the senses.

Orpheus Oak twitched its nose dramatically, just like Pinocchio lying, its expression full of ecstasy. Then it picked up the cup and poured it all over its head.

The amber-colored liquid flowed down the branches of its head, drying up completely in a few seconds, leaving only an even richer aroma of wine in the air.

"..."

So that's how you drink it?

Kroya watched as the branches of the Orpheus Oak in front of him instantly turned bright red, almost as if he had drunk alcohol and his face had turned red.

Its eyes became unfocused, the light within them as if shrouded in dappled shadows, and it exclaimed, "Fine wine!"

"I've been underwater for far too long!"

"I want to see the sun!"

Its voice turned low, and it suddenly stood up.

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed Kroya's arm with his own branches, and the surrounding space changed, and they were on the deck of the giant elven ship.

A green magical barrier protected Kroa and it.

It raised its head and looked at the sky, its small body seemingly flowing with an immense amount of magic, converging from a stream into a raging river.

Kroya instinctively sensed something was wrong and was about to ask what the other person was doing when she suddenly saw the surrounding seawater and marine life rapidly receding backward.

"Splash!"

Accompanied by the loud roar of the surging sea.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had grabbed the seawater and torn a crack in it, allowing air and sunlight to stream in instantly.

His eyes lit up; everything was golden, the warm light shining down on the seabed.

Keep in mind that this is the seabed, hundreds of meters deep!

Although the sun shines on us regularly, it has never shone so directly before—at this moment, the reefs and corals on the seabed, as well as the entire ship, are bathed in golden light.

"..."

Kroya, who already knew this guy's power was extraordinary, was quite surprised. Such a massive amount of magical power capable of parting seawater...

"I can't even do it with the help of the Mermaid Song, what level is this guy?" he muttered to himself.

Then I was drawn to the melodious singing.

"~~~~"

On the parted waves, several mermaids appeared one after another, including the mermaid archmage Aria, who was quite related to Kroya.

The other mermaids were probably at least at the level of archmages; as soon as they stood there, the magic of the ocean immediately surged towards them.

They stood silently on the waves, their expressions extremely complex as they watched the giant angel ship, its sails billowing, seemingly ready to set sail.

Arya certainly saw Chloe, but she merely shook her head almost imperceptibly, her meaning clear: she wanted him to remain silent.

Kroya had no intention of speaking.

He recalled what he had heard from Treden.

This sea, named Atlantis, is the promised land of the mermaids. The power of the ethereal gods shrouds the entire sea, serving as both a constraint and a protection.

Apart from the merfolk, no other race can affect this place; it is as peaceful as a dreamland shrouded in moonlight.

What Kroa can see here so far includes this very strange elven giant ship and... the Ark.

Frankly, this made him wonder if the so-called "sinking" was really the sinking he understood, or if it could be protection.

That's why he remained silent.

The current situation is clearly about the Orpheus Oak and the Merfolk. Even if he has some connections with the Merfolk, it's not appropriate for him to speak up before understanding the situation.

"You shouldn't have come out now," Arya's voice came through the sound of the waves.

The Orpheus Oak didn't answer at all. It held its head high with great arrogance, exuding an aura of over ten meters despite being only 1.6 meters tall.

"Send your king to me!" it said in a very impolite tone.

However, there seemed to be a hint of trepidation and anticipation in that impolite tone, like a child hesitant to face the truth.

Rather than being impolite, it's more accurate to say that they were all bark and no bite.

"It's not time yet." Arya shook her head. "Please rest for now. This was the request your master made to the king."

"Please wait, and continue to draw upon the magic of the sea until someone comes to take you away, while you await your opportunity."

"You'll be very tired when we need you."

As she spoke, she took out a silver conch shell and blew on it—

"Beep beep beep..."

A long, resonant conch shell sounded, and the seawater that had been forcibly torn apart by magic fell back down in the next instant, the massive amount of seawater receding without any turbulence.

It happened silently, and as if the scene had just returned to normal in a flash.

The mermaids standing on the waves also disappeared.

There were no fish or marine life in the deep sea; they had just been driven away by magic and dared not come any closer.

Suddenly, the once bustling seabed seemed rather desolate.

Kroya glanced at the Orpheus Oak, but the latter merely blinked at him, its emerald pupils showing no sign of disappointment.

He suddenly seemed to understand something.

With a slight smile, she invited, "I brought a magical plant; its power should be helpful to you, my oak friend."

"Okay," Orpheus Oak nodded happily.

The man and the tree returned to the garden once more.

As if nothing had happened, Kroya took out a very peculiar magical plant—it was a walking tree with flat roots that resembled human feet.

Orpheus Oak touched the little tree-man and smiled, "Hello, little fellow from the Elemental Plane."

Its "hands" flowed with vitality and magic, which it generously poured into the little guy.

The little creature, shimmering with green light, suddenly extended countless vines that gently wrapped around the Orpheus Oak.

"Hmm?" The Orpheus Oak tree trembled.

It felt as if its soul was being covered and caressed by a gentle, large hand; the indescribable, soul-penetrating touch made it feel completely comfortable.

As if it had just experienced a burst of pleasure, the Orpheus Oak's body twitched, and suddenly with a "pop," a string of beautiful and delicate flowers bloomed on its body.

Kroa: "..."

Is this the legendary feeling of being so comfortable it makes you bloom?

"Ah, this must be the natural comfort of Mother Earth." The Orpheus Oak picked up the little tree spirit and held it in its arms.

It's like holding a baby.

"Yes, Oak Friend, you're very clever." Chloe nodded. "How are you feeling? Comfortable?"

"certainly!"

The Orpheus Oak, beaming with joy, was pondering what gift to give Chloe when it heard the latter say, "I might be able to contact the Orpheus family soon. Do you have any token that can prove your identity?"

It was immediately stunned.

It looked at Kroya with disbelief, only to see the latter nod firmly.

For a moment, even the wind in the garden seemed to stand still.

—Perhaps it really is about to be thrown into battle.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Yavana Holy Mine Frontline Base.

Beveselis sat in her seat, looking at an elf sitting opposite her with a serious expression.

The elf wore a moon-white robe trimmed with laurel blossoms. He was tall and slender, and his appearance was indescribably handsome, as if he had been carefully sculpted by the Creator.

He lazily propped his head up with his hand, exuding a lazy and nonchalant air.

"I think I've made myself very clear."

The elf said, "Madam Knight Commander, as long as Ellie returns, I will not pursue any further responsibility."

He didn't need to use any threatening words; the badge on his chest was enough to prove everything—the Orpheus family of the elves, a name that carried immense power.

Even the Holy See wouldn't dare to confront the Orpheus family of the elves head-on. No matter how arrogant they are, they certainly have the right to be arrogant.

Besides, they are in the wrong right now.

Therefore, Knight Commander Bephrelis had to say softly, "Our knights have also lost contact, my elven friends, and I am also grieving for them."

"That's your business." Her words were rudely interrupted: "Your bishop disregarded the consequences and forcibly broke into the Yavana Holy Mine, which was wrong."

The elf Icarus said bluntly, "Foolishness has brought about evil consequences, producing foul water and a dark night."

Even the light would be disgusted by his foolishness!

These words are indeed quite serious; for believers of the Light, it's practically an insult directed at the other person's face.

If a paladin from the Church of Light were sitting here right now, he would probably have fought the other person without hesitation.

Unfortunately, those sitting here now are believers of the Church of Mother Earth, and very rational believers at that.

Bephreese made no comment on this statement, but simply advised, "We are also working hard. His Excellency the Cardinal has arrived with the sacred Tear of Bethlehem, which will guide us to our companions who are trapped inside."

"I assure you, Ellie will be perfectly fine!"

"What guarantees do you have?" Icarus asked even more bluntly. "Can the power of the Earth Mother reach this place? We know very well why the Yavana Sacred Mine was born."

"If the messenger of the Earth Mother were here, he would surely cast all of you who blaspheme against her body into the endless abyss!"

Okay, now he's pointing his finger at all the believers of Mother Earth and cursing them.

Even Beverly Cecilia couldn't help but say seriously, "Please watch your words!"

"Hmph." Icarus snorted coldly and continued, "This is an ancient contract. It's understandable that Airi is helping you, but..."

He stretched out his hand and drew a circle next to him.

Immediately, a person fell inside, their fate unknown, with a chasm-like mark on their back filled with chaotic magic.

Upon seeing this person, Bevesel's expression immediately turned serious, but she was very surprised: Did the Orpheus family actually know about this?

If this matter were to leak out, the Church of the Earth Mother would immediately find its position very delicate, and might even be questioned by the dwarves and elves who also believe in the Mother Goddess.

"The victim," Icarus said with pity in his eyes, "torn apart the body of the Mother Goddess for selfish desires, letting her divine blood flow freely."

"...Please be careful what you say."

Beveselise spoke again, this time clutching the pendant on her chest.

That is the artifact, The Tears of Zemuria.

Icarus glanced at the gleaming artifact and changed the subject: "I will help you, but on one condition."

"...In the northern border of the Kingdom of Norland, in the Sea of ​​Atlantis, a divine ship belonging to our elves sank."

"Our ancestors predicted a great upheaval long ago."

He left behind a solution.

"That spacecraft contains the crystallization of natural consciousness."

"Its blood and bones, its soul and consciousness, can suppress the scars on this land."

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(End of this chapter)