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

Chapter 277. Departure, Elf Band!

The sails of the ark.

These few words were enough to tempt Kroya—not only would they help his development, but they could also help Mia fulfill her wish.

Most importantly, it can solve the problems of the earth.

The current situation is severely impacting his farming pace and land expansion, especially the influence of the overall environment, which is simply unbearable for him.

In order for his farming work to proceed smoothly, he had to intervene and end the chaos as soon as possible.

and so……

He winked at the tower spirit.

The tower spirit, already in perfect harmony with Kroya, knew what to do simply from the glance she gave him and immediately began to act—

The light of Eden was drawn out by the tower spirit and slowly covered the sofa where Kroya was sitting. Now the light of Eden was able to influence a part of reality.

With the light of Eden present, even if the opponent is some kind of god, there is a way to counter it.

After everything was prepared, Kroya continued communicating with the consciousness: "What do you want me to do for you?"

"The music," He replied, "the music of the earth is rejecting me; I need your help to harmonize it."

"The voices of that despicable being must be silenced!"

The owner of the voice was clearly very excited.

But Kroa, who was communicating with Him, remained absolutely calm. The light of Eden was enough to block the god's furious roar and to analyze the fluctuations of His divine power.

The magical light flowed through Kroa's eyes, and he could clearly see that the divine power fluctuations of this deity were exactly the same as those of the Earth Mother Goddess.

So, is this deity the Earth Mother Goddess?

He thought for a moment, then replied, "I need you to teach me the complete tuning magic."

"In return, I will help you harmonize the pulse of the earth."

The current situation is clearly that He is demanding things from Him, rather than Him being needed by Him. He doesn't realize that He is also eager to end this disaster, so He can certainly raise the price on the spot.

"What?"

The voice suddenly became furious, even carrying a mental shock, but it was all blocked by the light of Eden.

So, are you willing or not?

Kroya said calmly, "I can block your mental power. Do you know how painful it is to feel lonely and have no one to talk to?"

Let me help you recall; I hope you enjoy it.

With that, he decisively cut off the divine power.

The being, far away in some unknown crevice, suddenly felt surrounded by darkness. The cage was completely sealed off again, leaving only darkness and boundless desolation.

"Mortal! Mage!"

"How dare you anger a god!"

"I swear in the name of my God, you will be punished! You will suffer divine retribution!"

He was filled with powerless rage for a while, but the surrounding darkness remained unmoved, without even the slightest reaction.

Surrounded by the earth and trapped by his former authority, He clearly realized at this moment that this monk was no different from any other monk he had seen in the past.

As expected of a madman trained by Sky Ark!

After a while, Kroya slowly projected her consciousness into the light, still relying on the radiance of Eden.

The warm and dazzling sunlight dispelled the darkness, bringing a long-lost joy to the god trapped in his cage, and even making him want to shed tears.

An earth without sunshine is incomplete.

He finally relented: "I can tell you the complete text of the tuning magic. Please give my regards to the Ark."

After saying this, He decisively passed on the entire poem to Chloe without the slightest hesitation.

Kroya quickly memorized the entire passage.

My thoughts were momentarily scattered.

The full title of this chapter is: "The Tuning of Restraining Reverie".

Its content is roughly a praise of the vastness of the earth, and the extremely regular pulse and rhythm beneath the earth, like a precisely performed musical movement, allowing no dissonance.

The earth, which should embrace all things, is extremely "selfish" in this chapter, or rather, it is another way of interpreting eternity.

At this moment, he had no more doubts; this chapter of the earth was indeed part of the same primordial poetry as "The Poem of the Rainbow."

Well, there's no way to study anymore.

It's obvious that this version of the book has a huge conceptual gap with the "Poem of the Rainbow" that he's currently studying. In such an idealistic world, learning haphazardly is bound to cause problems.

—Unless he is willing to forget "The Rainbow Poem".

That's absolutely impossible, so the complete version of "Tune of Restraining Reverie" has to be abandoned, but the regular version can still be learned.

He sat on the sofa and thought carefully for a while, then waved away the light of Eden and decisively went to Fairy Lake where Mia was enjoying life.

When he arrived, it was in the afternoon.

The scorching sun shone on the vast lake, where daffodils grew in abundance, their shimmering blue light covering almost the entire surface, creating a dreamlike scene.

There is a treehouse by the lake, and in front of the treehouse are sunflowers, olive trees, lotus flowers, and even two gopher trees.

They were all magical plants, and the magical energy they emitted was incredibly harmonious, surrounding the treehouse like a hazy mist.

Miya was lying on a deck chair made of vines and flower branches in front of the treehouse, leisurely basking in the sun, while enjoying the playing of the gopher wood harp and the chorus of the elves.

Kroa: "..."

I feel like He's much more comfortable than I am!

To be honest, his angel mentor was indeed one of his sources of confidence. Seeing Him here so leisurely, he really calmed down.

He walked over with light steps, naturally taking the gopher harp in his hands, and a melody completely different from the previous one came from his hands and the vibration of the strings.

It was an extremely precise and rigorous piece of music, every note and every tone was perfect, just like the unchanging and eternal earth.

This formed a stark contrast to the cheerful, vibrant, and life-filled "Poem of the Rainbow" played on the gopher harp earlier.

Miya, who was lying down sleeping, suddenly widened her eyes.

He looked at Chloe, but did not immediately disturb him. Instead, he sat up and listened quietly to the entire piece of music before slowly speaking:

"The Chapter of the Earth"

"...Was it given to you by the imprisoned ancient god, my friend?"

As far as He knows, there is only one imprisoned Ancient God in the entire continent of Themuronia who possesses this symphony—an Ancient God whose divine position was stolen by the Earth's betrayal.

Kroya put down the gopher harp and nodded: "Yes, it's a kind of magic I obtained from Mifein that accidentally connected me to an ancient god."

"I received from Him this melody called 'Suppressing Reverie,' Mia... Is this the chapter of the earth?"

Miya said, "That's right."

"This is actually one of the chapters in the Infinite and Boundless section of the Earth chapter. Long, long ago, that ancient god obtained the position of the Earth god through it."

"The status of the Poem of the Beginning is far higher than that of this world. Even if it is only one poem, or even just a part of it, it is enough for Him to ascend to the throne of God."

He smiled and looked at Kroya: "And you, who possess the complete chapter, are so lucky. The seven-colored rainbow is just one of the lights that shines through you."

"There is another power that even I cannot see through."

Kroya blinked, as if she had expected this.

To be honest, he has been studying "The Rainbow Poem" for so long that he can really intuitively appreciate how convenient it would be to collect faith.

You don't even need to use your brain much; you can easily gain a huge amount of faith, which is definitely faster than those missionaries.

The miracles of the sun are truly beyond words; even demons and gods must look up to them.

If he wants to gather faith to become a god of the sun, it won't be difficult, but he'll probably have to fight the Papacy head-on right now.

"I am well aware of the changes in the land," Mia said, looking at Kroya. "But I cannot tell you the reason directly."

His tone carried a hint of apology: "Even I am not free. When I wanted to break away from the world, I essentially encountered such a disaster."

Such a disaster.

Unspeakable?

Kroya began to understand—this was probably not just a matter of God, but also the work of a higher level of power.

Clearly, this was something he couldn't get involved in right now, so he was more curious: "Would it cause problems if I got involved in resolving the disharmony on Earth?"

"No." Miya shook her head: "The earth is always the earth, but there can be many gods."

"You even need to ignore His requests to you and simply listen to the will of the earth itself; that is the right path."

"I no longer need the sails. The past must fade into the past; only by embracing the present can we move towards the future."

At this point, Kroya finally understood completely.

It seems that Miya doesn't care about that old friend who might be related to Him, so he can be bolder.

For example... letting one's own magical plants compose the music, instead of doing what the god said.

—Actually, that was what he originally intended to do.

He looked at the gopher wood harp in his hand, then at the playful elves around him, and decided to make them work!

……

after a while.

Inside the Mage Tower Laboratory.

Kroya stood in front of the potato cultivation trough and gently stroked its leaves.

"I know you've sensed the changes in the earth."

"I know you desperately want to relieve your mother's suffering."

"Please remember, the earth is always the earth, and you should only obey the earth itself."

As he spoke, the Tower Spirit had already helped Kroya guide the light of Eden, a light that was a holy white, flowing slowly into the leaves of the thick sweet potato like milk.

These lights are actually one of the byproducts of Eden; simply put, they are the spiritual energy that God took from Moth.

As a powerful messenger of light, Demos possesses a spirituality as boundless as the ocean, which he unconsciously radiates in his dreams.

Logically, it shouldn't be usable again, but through the filtration and purification of magical plants, Kroya transformed it into this pure white liquid, which can replenish the spirituality of magical plants or magical beasts.

Now, Kroya needs to force growth, allowing the Thick Earth Potato to give birth to an elf, teaching it the "Tune of Restraining Reverie," and then having the Gopher Wood elf borrow its power through the "Elf Orchestra of the Traveling Lands."

In this way, the Gopher Wood Elf doesn't need to learn this magic to possess this power, and it won't conflict with "The Rainbow Poem".

You must fulfill my expectations.

"Only in this way...can I trust the earth."

Kroya sighed softly, channeling more power into the leaves of the sweet potato plant, and began to imprint them.

The inscription is an incomplete version of the "tuning" magic.

After laying a solid foundation, it should be able to learn the full version very quickly.

[Engraving successful, thick soil sweet potato (tuning)]

This magic will alter the basic structure of the magical plant.

As the notification of the successful magic imprint appeared, the thick-stemmed potato, soaked in milky white light, was changing; its leaves and roots... seemed to be withering.

However, its fruit becomes rounder.

The thick sweet potatoes, about the size of a fist, are so round they look like they were painted by an artist. The leaves, roots, and even the vines seem to be supplying these fruits with magic and spirituality.

About three minutes later.

The round, thick sweet potato fruits lay quietly in the soil. The mother plant had shrunk to the thickness of a finger, seemingly detached from the plant, but in reality, a mysterious force was connecting them.

Change has temporarily stalled.

The yam did not disappoint Kroya's expectations, even though absorbing spiritual energy in this way was much more painful than physically forcing growth.

But it persevered and absorbed a full thousand milliliters of spiritual essence.

What does 1,000 milliliters mean?

A newly born elf has about 300 milliliters of spiritual energy, which is equivalent to it absorbing the spiritual energy of three and a half newly born elves.

With so much spirituality, its remaining leaves and fruits radiated a milky white halo. It was just an ordinary yam plant, yet it appeared so sacred.

The birth of spirituality is naturally a natural consequence.

The changes continued at that very moment.

The last remaining section of the vine and roots of the thick-rooted sweet potato plant first revealed a tiny, underdeveloped elf.

Then, one after another, sprites sprang from the thick-soiled sweet potato fruits, which were already larger than its roots.

These elves have round, plump appearances, with thick, earthy-yellow wings on their backs, and their facial features and limbs are only somewhat human-like.

As soon as they appeared, they eagerly surrounded the spirits of the mother plant, and together they sang a unified melody.

The bright and clear children's voices blended together with the slightly low and hoarse voice of the mother plant spirit, creating a harmonious and pleasant sound.

[The transformation of this magical plant is complete. It will now possess a unique connection with its fruit that transcends spatial distance and the influence of most magical environments.]

When this magical plant casts "Tune," it will perform a duet with its children, and the effect of the performance will increase with the number of children.

[After a successful performance, the disordered pitch will be adjusted.]

Please enter the correct melody promptly.

Kroya paused slightly, "The correct pitch..."

When he was engraving this magic, he had already recorded the melody that the Heart of the Earth had covered earlier. Isn't that right?

If even the melody of the Heart of the Earth is wrong, then it means the voice of the Earth Mother Goddess is also wrong, then...

Thoughts churned in his mind, but in the end he did not make a decision himself. Instead, he asked the elves, "Can you play the correct tune? I mean, the tune that suits the earth."

The elves responded with a unanimous nod.

Then he smiled.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

"Go, learn this magic, and spread the correct melodies across the land."

He handed "The Tune to Curb Reverie" to the mother plant's spirit, and then watched as the winged little potato spirits escorted the mother plant's spirit away.

The tower spirit seemed to sense Kroya's thoughts and asked curiously, "Are you really that at ease?"

"Of course." Kroya nodded. "Just like Miya said, the earth is always the earth, but there are many gods."

Only the spirits who live on the earth know what the true rhythm the earth needs.

"..." The tower spirit paused for a moment, "This might attract the intervention of the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess."

Kroya said nonchalantly, "That depends on whether they worship the earth or the Earth Mother Goddess. Besides, my Eden is almost complete, and I'm really looking forward to Demos's power."

There is certainly a difference between light in the narrow sense and the sun. What kind of fighting power does Demos, filled with the Eden of the "Poem of the Rainbow," actually possess...?

He was really looking forward to it.

……

A few days later, on the other side.

The elves gathered together.

A water sprite in the form of a mermaid, a river sprite that flows unpredictably, a grass sprite that looks like a clump of weeds, a tree sprite with a face full of wrinkles right after it is born, and numerous thick-earth potato sprites...

Every elf born in the entire North has gathered here. They have also sensed the changes in the land and want to do something for it.

So after the Thick Earth Potato Sprite fully learned what Kroa had taught it, they gathered together.

There is also a special person in the team.

That's Treden, the little prince of the mermaid clan!

He was born in the white sunlight of the "Poem of the Rainbow" cast by Kroa. Although his mermaid royal blood granted him the power to control the ocean, he also loved to sing in the bright sunshine.

So I made a special trip to participate this time, and even brought a plant of spiritual wisdom.

The Gopher Wood Elf stood at the very front of the group, holding a harp almost as big as itself, its small face, which resembled Kroya's, filled with anticipation.

Then it waved its hand emphatically: "Let's go!"

At a command, all the elves walked on the already somewhat dry and cracked earth, even the cloud elves tried their best to walk on two feet.

Only by coming into such close contact with the earth can they feel its sorrow and pain, and offer corresponding solutions.

The elven orchestra played different tunes, but under the unification of the Gopherwood elves, they all became a grand symphony, not noisy at all, but rather unique to the elves.

They are the darlings of the earth and nature; their singing in the sunlight is enough to stir up the elements.

Various colors of light shone around this special little team, like a rainbow gradually unfolding on the parched earth.

Even some magical beasts have joined in—bears, tigers, lions, birds, squirrels, rabbits…

This scene is just like the moment when the elves were born, when they were born from the embrace of the earth and nature, and now it is time for them to repay the earth and nature.

The lead Gopher Wood Elf kept playing its harp, borrowing the tuning power that the Earth Potato Elf had already learned through imprinting.

The music, so realistic, fell to the ground and the ground responded, like an echo, but there were some obviously discordant sounds mixed in with it.

"A lot of noise!"

"That is the earth's lament!"

"Boss Gopherwood, hurry up and get rid of it!"

Whenever this discordant sound occurs, the elves scream.

Then the Gopher Wood Elf will increase its magic supply, forcibly intervening with magic power that is almost at the legendary level.

The mermaid prince Treden will also cast spells with the Gopher Wood Elf, his body shimmering with dreamy moonlight, surging waves, and blazing white sunlight.

The three powers did not conflict at all, and occasionally the Spirit Grass would release silvery illusory magic.

Then the other elves swarmed in—their powers varied, but all originated from nature and the earth.

Clear water, wispy clouds, thick earth, flickering fire...

Various elemental sounds rushed into the earth, and under the command and integration of the Gopher Wood Elves, the earth regained its vitality.

The parched and cracked ground has regained its former lush green color.

No, it's not just emerald green.

Some of the already unique lands have even seen surging clouds, flowing water, and erupting small volcanoes.

That's a unique elemental landform!

Such elemental landforms naturally possess extremely abundant elemental magic power, and depending on the magic power and the surrounding environment, some special magical plants and magical beasts will also be born.

Many monks have tried to artificially create such elemental landscapes to satisfy their research and daily meditation needs.

If such a reward is given simply for helping the earth recover, then it is far too generous.

The Gopher Wood Elf at the very front of the group seemed lost in thought.

As the conductor of this elven band, it is able to detect the very abnormal flow of magic and changes in rhythm within the earth.

Especially when these spirits work together to help the earth adjust its rhythm, the force of their counterattack is clearly two different yet similar divine powers!

So, it really is a battle between gods after all.

It was not stupid at all; it keenly perceived some truths and even guessed the possible backlash from the two gods.

But so what?

Its only goal now is to restore the entire northern land to its most suitable rhythm; the gods are not even on its radar.

So it played the tune even more cheerfully.

Leading the elves forward.

The goal is the entire North!

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(End of this chapter)