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

Chapter 281. Druids and the Fountain of Life Production Line

Seeing the huge banyan tree, which was dozens of meters tall, suddenly stand up, its aerial roots like its arms, tightly protecting the house, and there was no turbulence even when you looked at it.

The gathered raindrops and clouds danced around it, releasing powerful magical energy without reservation.

This was clearly a powerful tree-man, even surprising the chosen one, the Oak of Orpheus.

It can only stop temporarily.

It seems the other party is reacting this way because I'm about to go in. We're both trees, so why is it so repulsed by me?

"Didn't you perform a magic test when you shipped it?"

It turned to Samir beside it and asked, "Such powerful magic is close to that of a level ten mage. Logically, a detection system should be able to detect it, right?"

Samir, who was woken up and ran over, was covered in sweat.

He frowned and said, "We tested each of our magical plants with a magic power detector, and its magic power reading is very low."

Samir produced the test results from that time: Banyan Tree_12, magic power test passed, magic power level 3.

As a reliable adult, Samir naturally wanted to make sure all the preparations were complete before officially starting the relocation of the magical plants and beasts.

Moreover, his trip was nominally to collect people on the orders of the Duke of Han Reef.

Picking up some flowers and plants along the way is about enough; it would be embarrassing to bring everything back like a locust.

The oak tree glanced at the magic reading device, then at the standing banyan tree, and after thinking for a moment, decided to go inside.

At the very least, we need to figure out what its demands are.

Otherwise, such an unstable element in Kroya's garden would eventually be torn down by the apprentices.

Having level 10 magic power is not the same as being a level 10 mage. Having power alone without the corresponding knowledge and skills to cast spells means nothing in the North.

Moreover, and very importantly, it's late at night. If the tower spirit calls the police and attracts Kroya's attention...

People who don't sleep well are generally in a bad mood, which makes things even more troublesome.

It's at least one of our own kind.

"Sigh, it's been so tiring."

The oak tree decisively stepped into the garden, and behind it, the silhouette of a huge oak tree quietly appeared, hundreds of meters tall, almost piercing the ecological dome.

It had spent so long in the magical veins of the seabed, absorbed the consciousness of the earth compressed by the ocean, and was a favorite of the Earth Mother Goddess; it was already close to legendary level.

In the world of magical plants, the power of superiors to suppress inferiors is extremely terrifying and unreasonable.

Almost the instant the oak tree revealed its magical power, the enormous banyan tree nearly collapsed, its bark oozing sap as if it were sweating.

"I am not trying to threaten the humans you are protecting."

The oak tree moved forward step by step with its roots, while the banyan tree retreated step by step, yet it still tightly protected the houses on those aerial roots, without even a bump.

This is actually very abnormal.

It should be noted that it is an oak tree belonging to the Orpheus family, a descendant of the second-generation offspring of the World Tree, the Holy Oak Latmea.

Even rounding down, it still has a direct connection to the World Tree. Logically speaking, both magical beasts and magical plants should be very friendly in its presence.

But the banyan tree in front of me... it resists me!

Why?

It asked directly, "I have shown you goodwill; my friends and acquaintances helped you create this garden so that you could survive the locust plague."

Why are you resisting?

"Rain-loving banyan tree, please answer me!"

The oak tree's roar was like a blow to the head; the banyan tree trembled a few times and dared not move, cautiously transmitting a wave of mental energy.

The general meaning is...

"Tools?" The oak tree was stunned. "Are you saying we treat magical beasts and magical plants as tools, not as friends of nature?"

This is quite novel.

The North is now a paradise for magical plants and beasts, teeming with life and thriving with all things, yet some trees say they are not nature's friends.

"you……"

It was about to refute, but then a thought suddenly struck it and it seemed to be true.

Druids and shamans, these special extraordinary beings, are, to put it nicely, one is a darling of nature and the other a friend of the elements.

In reality, it was nature and the elements that gave them power, which is similar to the power that gods bestow upon believers.

If rejected by nature and the elements, one will immediately lose all power and may even be deliberately targeted, which is extremely tragic.

The northern border of Kroa and its Orpheus family now focus more on the research of magical beasts and plants, and the use of nature. In a sense, the assessment of them as "tools" is not wrong.

That's the essential difference.

Mages control their own power, while the rest are support roles; Shamans and Druids are basically considered successful as long as they maintain good relations with the elements and nature.

Take Cloa for example. In many of his relationships with nature, he is actually in a superior position, and not even an equal one.

In this seemingly amicable relationship, the Druid is actually somewhat biased towards the subordinate position. While genuine feelings cannot be denied, the power ultimately doesn't belong to them.

Thinking about it this way, the oak tree understood.

It seems the trees in the South haven't yet enjoyed the benefits of the North.

tool?

Countless magical plants in the North yearn to experience Kroya's blessings.

All you need is one thing to make this banyan tree obedient.

It said to the banyan tree, "Your magic power of nearly level ten may not be weak in the Southern Territory, but here in the Northern Territory..."

You need to stay put.

If you're willing to give more of the Druid's power, life will be much easier.

After saying that, it took out a small bottle from its pocket, its face clearly showing a reluctant and painful expression, pulled out the stopper of the bottle and threw it towards the banyan tree.

The crystal-clear bottle cast a series of white streaks of light under the night sky, so bright and warm.

That's the magic of sunlight!

It was a special monthly supply of magic that Kroa gave it, carefully blended with the light of Eden and the golden oil of sunflowers.

It was named "Sunshine Potion".

It's a very simple name, but it's certainly the best way to describe its effectiveness.

Any normal plant that needs sunlight to grow will have no resistance to this.

Sure enough, the banyan tree, which had been somewhat fearful, became cheerful the moment it came into contact with the white light from inside the bottle.

"!!!"

It emitted a breathtaking surge of spiritual energy, then without a word, it went straight to the spot where it had been uprooted and took root again, basking in the warm light without moving.

From the leaves to the bark and even every aerial root, everything exudes a pleasant spiritual energy.

"Tsk."

The oak tree looked at the completely silent banyan tree and curled its lip in disdain. It's just a bottle of sunshine potion, is it really necessary to make such a fuss?

But it still couldn't help feeling heartbroken.

It had just been acquired; it hadn't even had a chance to slowly burrow its roots in, to savor and enjoy it, and then to bury it in the bottle and reminisce about it from time to time.

"I hope I can get another one."

The aggrieved oak tree walked unceremoniously to the banyan tree, tapped its trunk with a branch, and said, "Let the people out!"

The banyan tree's aerial roots suddenly shrank downwards, and the house that had been built between the aerial roots naturally fell to the ground, and even a gentle breeze pushed open the door.

The boy, surrounded by emerald green light spots, clouds, and raindrops inside the house, appeared before the oak tree.

"You weren't like this just now," the oak tree couldn't help but mutter to itself, then looked at the boy.

The moment the oak tree saw him, it was certain that the special power to mobilize nature was indeed that of a druid.

"Truly a gift from nature."

It was still very happy.

Because the territory is currently lacking a druid, only a druid can create the Fountain of Life, which uses natural spiritual energy as its main ingredient.

With so many elves in the North and so much natural spiritual energy, the quality of the Fountain of Life they can create should be quite high.

Having confirmed this, the oak tree left without disturbing the sleeping boy.

But before leaving, it said to the banyan tree, "The Southern Garden is where Kroya has arranged for you to live. If you want your hometown to be better here, then..."

Then let's create more Nature Druids.

"For thousands of years, you've protected humanity for so long; you should understand what I mean."

The banyan tree certainly knew.

It grew up in the territory of nobles and has witnessed many things over the past thousand years.

It actually took it seriously and selected a few young people who looked pleasing to the eye, bestowing its blessings upon them.

……

One day later.

When the four druids arrived before Kroya, the Archmage, the master of the Reef Island who had just woken up, was still a little confused.

Huh? Wasn't there supposed to be only one? How come there are suddenly four?

He looked a little strange, but still gave a friendly smile.

"Welcome to the North."

"How is life in the garden? Is anyone withholding your food and supplies?"

His tone was casual, and he asked very ordinary questions.

But the druids were not so calm.

Hearing such a gentle voice and feeling the refreshing aura emanating from Kroya, the novice druids instantly felt somewhat captivated.

This kind of charm is truly irresistible to everyone, regardless of gender or even species.

Two of the female druids blushed instantly.

They had lived in the vast rainforests of the Southern Territory since childhood; when had they ever seen a man like this? Even the nobles looked like country bumpkins in front of Kroya.

The other two male druids had shining eyes, full of admiration.

Yagob makes no secret of his worship:

"grown ups."

"We are living well in the North, thanks to your blessings."

Kroya smiled at him: "Yagobu, you've done well at school, you deserve praise."

Yagob was so happy to receive such praise from Kroya that he almost fainted, and stood there at a loss for words.

It's quite fun to tease kids occasionally.

In a cheerful mood, Chloe stopped unleashing her irresistible charm and went straight to the point:

"Since you are already druids..."

"Then I need you to do something for me."

He stood up and gestured for the four druids to follow.

The four of them immediately followed, passing through a spatial portal behind Kroya and arriving at a small garden full of life.

The moment the group entered, four or five elves woke up, curiously looking at the new faces besides Kroya.

The people being observed also looked at the garden with curiosity.

A babbling brook flows through the garden, with lush magical plants growing on both sides, arranged in a mysterious way, thriving around the stream.

Further away, there are many open portals, and behind the translucent ripples comes the natural aura unique to various elves, which converges in this garden.

The oak tree appeared out of nowhere and walked to Chloe's side, saying, "My friend, the magic circle here has been adjusted. Now it's up to the druids to gather the energy of nature."

Kroya nodded: "Thank you for your hard work. I'll give you five more bottles of Sunshine Potion."

Oak's old face immediately broke into a wide smile.

Five bottles of Sunshine Potion!

It's already happily figuring out where to bury it and enjoy it slowly.

Kroya glanced at the oak tree and began to carefully observe the special magic circle called the "Fountain of Life Magic Circle".

Long before the elves were born, he had already begun setting up a magic circle that could produce natural potions, which was modeled after the elves' famous "River of Negative Light".

Legend has it that the River of Negative Light flows from the roots of the four sacred trees that are the descendants of the World Tree, which are guarded by the elves. It is also imbued with the aura of countless magical plants, magical beasts, and elves that have flowed along its course. The river water is the source of magical potions.

The famous Fountain of Life is a spring flowing at the very center of the River of Negative Light.

Although the Orpheus Oak did not know exactly what kind of magic circle was used in the River of Negative Light, it was certain that it required the magic power of elves and druids, as well as magical plants that separated and fused the raw materials.

With these basic conditions in place, even if it's impossible to create the Fountain of Life, it's certainly possible to create high-quality potions.

The North now has enough low-level potion production lines, thanks to the labor of apprentices and the help of the Spellweed. All that's needed are high-level potions.

Time passed slowly.

About ten minutes later, Kroya finally withdrew his mental energy, somewhat exhausted—just now, he had imprinted two spells on all the magical plants here.

That is, the Seven Luminaries Separation Technique and the Swarm Collaboration Unified Array.

The former is an old friend that I've studied for a long time; the latter is a technique learned from a type of bee, which can maximize the unification of magical fluctuations and cooperative spellcasting.

After completing the preparations, he instructed the four druids: "Use your powers to sense the situation here, and guide it in the way that is most comfortable for them, ensuring the release of magic."

The druids were a little nervous, but they nodded immediately.

Then they began to exert their power in various ways—some spread their arms, their hair and clothes moving without wind; some lay directly on the ground; and some simply jumped around.

The scene suddenly seemed a bit strange.

Yet, this very strange movement actually produced a unique magical power that rose from the grass and the earth.

This magic is completely different from the natural magic that Kroa and the mages gather and cast; it is light and agile, and has a wonderfully relaxing feeling.

If I had to put it another way, it didn't feel like it was being controlled, but rather like nature itself was jumping and hopping around, full of spirituality.

A gentle breeze stirs, petals sway, and grass sprouts...

Leaves and petals were blown about by the force of the wind, swirling and falling into the river, drifting with the ripples.

The elves flew and ran freely.

To be honest, this was a scene that Kroya had never seen before. He and Oak felt out of place and naturally rejected them.

On the contrary, the four druids had completely merged with nature at this moment, and the rising magic made them almost invisible.

Naturally... the fact that he, the bard of "The Rainbow Poem," was rejected was something he probably would never have imagined in his entire life if he hadn't experienced it firsthand.

He casually unleashed a burst of iris magic, concealing himself and the oak tree, before saying, "Truly unbelievable."

"The surrounding flowers, plants, and magical plants, even the wind and rain, are all rejecting us."

"I was surprised too," the oak tree sighed softly. "But the wind here feels so comfortable, so free."

It looked at the small garden, and there was a hint of longing and expectation in its eyes, as if it wanted to join in.

Kroa exclaimed in surprise, "Even you're that excited?"

"Yes," the oak tree nodded. "It's just like when I used to grow up freely in my family, I only needed to sway with the wind and move freely with the power of the druids."

"My friend, although we are also freely using the power of nature, it still carries a certain commanding nature."

Can freedom imposed by orders truly be called freedom?

Clearly, the oak tree had already grasped the essence of the matter; after all, it was a magical plant and would certainly sense things faster than Kroa.

Its words made Chloe fall into deep thought.

However, Kroya helplessly discovered that the nature of his power meant he could never be a subordinate in the magic system; the sun would always hang high in the sky.

In nature, those who are in a superior position and those who bestow favors belong to the natural order.

Light nourishes all things.

Even if he wanted to coexist peacefully, he couldn't simply accept this power like a shaman or druid. Instead, he would actively use this power to achieve his own goals.

At best, they can only achieve equal treatment—and that's only after all his efforts.

They can only be friends; I can't put myself in a subordinate position.

Moreover, he could not possibly place himself in a subordinate position; this is the most fundamental difference between mages, druids, and shamans.

He thinks it's fine and doesn't plan to change it.

So he quickly came to terms with it.

If you can't do it, then you can't do it.

He was a lord with so many subordinates, so he couldn't do everything himself and always needed his men to help him.

All he needs to do is train his subordinates well. The more capable his subordinates are, the sooner he can retire and focus on his hobbies.

While he was thinking, the river, the little stream surrounded by the magic circle, had already undergone some changes.

Petals, dew, grass, and the natural essence breathed out by the fairies all gathered into the river.

A beam of light appeared in the clear river.

(End of this chapter)