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

Chapter 305. The Arrow of Fate: Trade Permit Between Two Races

"They've started fighting."

Chloe, observing the magical collision between the laurel flower sea and the moon sea from afar, pondered for a moment, then took out her notebook and began to take notes.

Thanks to the magical sensing devices deployed on the border, he recorded all the magical readings and fluctuations transmitted from the collision between the divine power of the moon and sea gods and Daphne, the ancestor of the Orpheus family.

He really had no intention of stopping them—because the guards belonging to the Church of the Seven Gods had already stepped forward to stop them, and were hit squarely by falling laurel blossoms and moonlight.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but it seems like the guards of the Holy See were the most severely beaten, and some were even killed by the impact...

"I have a feeling there's some personal grudge involved."

Although the battle in the distance looked intense, the land below remained unaffected, and trains passing through the border continued to operate normally.

Cloa hesitated for a moment, then called Treden over:

"Does Lady Daphne of the Orpheus family have some kind of grudge against the Goddess of the Sea and Moon?"

Treden knew why Kroya had summoned him and explained, "You should know that the authority over the ocean and the moon actually belongs to one god."

Even the power of fantasy that we mermaids possess belongs to the same god.

The Azure Tree of the illusory god that you saw was composed of three authorities and a higher authority, which is why that tree was able to spread endless blessings and gospels.

Uh... this is something I learned when I was just one month old, didn't you know?

"..." Kroa remained silent.

Thank you, but I really don't know.

Judging from Treden's expression, this is probably basic common sense among the merfolk. In the merfolk's society and tradition system, there is indeed knowledge that is very different from that of humans.

Although these deep-sea neighbors stay in their fantasy-fulfilling bubbles all day long, their education has never been neglected; they even undergo assessments by the Deep Sea Council.

The councilor personally went to assess the underage fish... When Kroya saw this scene, she almost thought there was something wrong with her eyes.

But I never expected that knowledge involving deities would be considered basic knowledge?

"Should I get some basic textbooks on the Merfolk to look at? I forgot to ask for them before, and now it seems there are some things in them that I don't understand." Kroa thought to himself.

"Go on," he waved to Treden.

"It is said that the ancestor of the Orpheus family, this Lady Daphne, once received something from our gods..." Treden pondered for a moment, "...a branch of the Tree of the False Gods."

"Because a crucial branch is missing, a certain ability is lost."

The merman prince scratched his sea-blue hair and muttered, "Several gods have broken off branches from our sacred tree, and you've already broken off two..."

Actually, there were three branches—the first one I got, and then over the years I got two more, which aren't very important.

"Ahem." Kroya coughed awkwardly, quickly changing the subject: "But I heard the goddess say that Daphne caused the merfolk to become like this. What exactly does she mean by 'like this'?"

Treden seemed to wake up from a dream, "The construction of the dream bubble was actually helped by Ms. Daphne, with the light from the starry sky as an anchor."

But the goddess seemed very angry, feeling it was shameful for us to be indulging in a fantasy all the time…

Kroa: "???"

He didn't quite understand Treden's words for a moment—did it mean that the goddess of the sea and moon thought that you guys were too much of a shut-in, so she hated Daphne, who built houses for you?

"Why does it feel like you're taking your anger out on me?"

"Hehe...uh."

Treden gave an awkward laugh.

While the two were discussing, the battle in the distance had already been decided.

It seems that the goddess and the ancestors of the Orpheus family were just fighting, and had no intention of actually deciding the winner.

The Moon Sea in the sky left satisfied after dismantling half of the luxurious palace, and the remaining half of the palace was finally escorted into the North by the remaining guards of the Church of the Seven Gods.

The moment they entered the Northern Territory, the guards immediately left, as if they had finally abandoned a great trouble—some tried to sneak in, but those who did were drowned by the Moon Sea.

Clearly, the goddess didn't want them to enter the North, so they ran away immediately.

Only the palace, half-demolished, remained, standing alone at the northern border.

Seeing this, Kroya said, "It's finally over."

His voice instantly pierced through the entire Northern Territory, landing beside the palace: "Guests from the Elven race, please do not be afraid."

"I will take you to the place where guests are entertained."

As he spoke, a circular spatial magic circle suddenly appeared beneath the palace, the ancient circular magic circle enveloping the entire palace.

The next second, the entire palace vanished.

They appeared in the Flower Islands, which he had prepared specifically for receiving elven guests.

Treden's eyes widened immediately: "When did your spatial magic become so powerful?"

That was an elven floating palace, equivalent in status to a floating city, with extremely complex magical runes inside. Such a complex magical structure meant that the requirements for spatial stability would also be increased.

"Calm down."

Kroya raised his hand and patted Treden's head. This guy is only a few years old, but he is already over 1.8 meters tall... Is the bloodline of the merfolk really that exaggerated?

If I keep growing taller, I'll probably have to stand on my tiptoes.

Treden gave a pure smile and obediently lowered his head.

"..."

Feeling a little uneasy, Kroya patted Treden's soft hair and said, "Study hard. The lessons I've arranged for you are all helpful. Don't go on adventures with the Spirit Grass all the time!"

After lecturing him for a few minutes, he slightly raised his left foot and gently touched the ground, causing spatial magic patterns to shimmer like ripples on water.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the Flower Islands.

Amidst the vibrant, colorful flowers, the palace gates, half-demolished, were now open, and an elf was carrying a small tree, about the height of a person, trembling as he walked out.

"Ancestor Daphne, you are so heavy."

"..."

This scene was witnessed by Kroya and Treden, who suddenly appeared. The former remained composed, while the latter burst out laughing.

The elf who was carrying the laurel tree in the distance suddenly let out a wail and was sent flying far, far away by a branch.

Then, a human figure appeared on the trunk of the laurel tree.

She was an extremely beautiful woman; even among the many handsome men and women that Kroya had seen, none could rival her.

She placed her hands in front of her, her demeanor dignified.

With her long, flowing golden hair, skin as white as jade, and eyes sparkling brightly—just looking at her made Kroya's heart race.

The light inside his Phobos robes was shining.

A voice quietly emerged—

"But I will love you forever. I will make a laurel wreath from your branches, a harp from your wood, and my bow from your flowers."

At the same time, I will grant you eternal youth, that you will never grow old.

It was still that magnetic and affectionate voice. After it appeared, it vanished completely like a gentle breeze brushing against the branches of the laurel tree, leaving no trace.

A thought struck Chloe: "Ms. Daphne?"

"Ah..." Daphne replied as if waking from a dream, "It's nothing, I just know where He is."

Her tone was very soft, like the wind that had just dissipated.

It turns out that the time she had been waiting for was already different from the time she was with Him.

So that's why this blessing of eternal youth never fading exists.

Icarus, who had just gotten up, looked at his ancestor with some nervousness, afraid that she might do something rash, since the entire Orpheus family's tendency to be love-struck was passed down from their ancestor.

Even when struck by God's arrow, the shadow of love still lingers; one can imagine how burning that love must have been.

"Where is He?" Chloe asked curiously. "This robe I'm wearing should be Apo's..."

Just before the name was about to be uttered, Daphne reached out and shook her head at Chloe: "Please don't say His name. A rebellious disciple doesn't want to hear his mentor's name."

Especially since He was enjoying the "food" He had stolen.

Kroya looked up at the sunlight streaming down the ground and blinked. "Ms. Daphne, do you really think His eyes can see this?"

It was only at this moment that Daphne suddenly realized that the sunlight falling around her, the ripples on the sea, and even the distant sprays floating in the sunlight were all under the control of some kind of consciousness.

Together they create a grand and harmonious symphony.

Even the sunlight falling from the sky must first be bathed in music before it reaches the sea and nourishes the plants.

original……

This is already the monk's "divine kingdom".

Yes, since it's related to the symphony of the sun, how could Kroa allow that false light to shine like that?

Although the idea of ​​a divine kingdom might not be entirely appropriate, it was the thought that popped into Daphne's mind, much like it had with her former friend...

"Mage Kroya, that bracelet on your wrist?" Daphne suddenly noticed it and asked in surprise, "Does it consider you its master?"

Kroya looked down.

The Ivy Bracelet, which had remained silent until now, replied, "It's been a long time, daughter of the River God."

Unexpectedly, Daphne bowed slightly, showing respect to Ivy: "Yes, Lord Ivy, you still retain your youth, which is even more special than the blessing I have received."

The ivy shook its leaves: "I need something from you, the musical magic He taught you. You'll give it to me, won't you?"

"..."

Daphne let out a soft sigh. "Yes, I will give it to you."

Her phantom reached out to her real body, broke off a very special branch, and transformed it into a small golden bow.

At first glance, it looks almost exactly like the golden bow that Cloa used when she wore Apollo's armor.

"This is the arrow of destiny from the 'Stars Chapter'."

"I leave my memories to you, hoping only to have the opportunity to take root in the sun."

Before she could finish speaking, Icarus couldn't help but interrupt, "Ancestor, those are the only twelve constellation chapters we have left."

The next second, Icarus was glanced at by Daphne.

His body immediately began to sprout branches, his hair turned into vines, and green leaves appeared on his fair skin—it seemed as if he was about to become a tree.

"It seems Beoril gave you the courage." Daphne's voice was no longer as gentle as before: "You even dare to interfere with the decisions of our ancestors. You are the trees I planted, and you will return to the form of trees."

Kroa's eyes sharpened instantly upon noticing the name "Beoril." Wasn't that the elf who orchestrated the Yavana Holy Mine incident?

So, this is Beorei's lackey?

I think it's called something like that...

"Icarus, right?" Chloe spoke up, "He harmed my oak friend back then. Even as an accomplice, it's still a grave crime."

The bright sunlight was tinged with gloom at this moment, even the sound of the wind seemed to stop, but the music grew louder and louder, as if it were filling every magical element.

Flames burst forth from the small tree, bright and dancing orange flames. These flames would not affect his body, but would directly impact his soul, intensifying the pain.

Daphne didn't stop them. The reason she brought Icarus was to let Chloe vent her anger. After all, death was never the end for elves.

But how can one atone for sins when one has never even died?

So she watched as the tree that Icarus had transformed into gradually turned to ashes in the flames before finally speaking up to stop him: "You can keep him. I will keep him by my side and won't let him do anything else."

"Hmph." Chloe snorted and withdrew her magic.

There were no warnings or anything.

After dealing with Icarus, she presented the small golden bow to Chloe, its golden surface engraved with magical patterns and characters.

That's Sagittarius's special musical magic, "The Arrow of Destiny".

As long as the arrow is shot, and as long as it is under the starlight, it will surely hit its target.

Furthermore, its most important function is...

"A constellation." The moment Kroa held the golden bow, she sensed a figure made of starlight in the distant astral plane, appearing as a centaur.

It continuously emits special music throughout the entire astral plane.

But just before Kroa could sense its magic, she suddenly felt a daze, and then the connection was abruptly cut off.

because……

This magic actually requires an extremely high level of divination skill!

Without prophetic magic, it cannot be used.

Kroya fell silent. This was the first time he had been helpless against magic. It wasn't that he didn't want to learn, but that he simply couldn't.

It's like a subject I don't understand at all.

Daphne, looking at the dazed Kroa, asked curiously, "What did you discover?"

"No..." Kroya casually put the golden bow away. "Thank you for this gift. I will provide you with fertile ground to take root, but I wonder if the Orpheus family has anything to say to me?"

"Yes." Daphne was curious about what Kroya had discovered, but since he wouldn't say, she didn't ask.

She handed the alien trade licenses she had previously obtained from the Great Wisdom Palace and the Elven Royal Court to Kroya, and then said, "We sincerely invite you to conduct trade at the intersection of the Grey Desert of the Kingdom of Norland and Emerald Wind Harbor, which belongs to the Elven Kingdom."

We also invite you to build houses and infrastructure for the half-elves and half-orcs living there.

All of the above will be paid for in the form of scriptures from the Great Wisdom Palace.

Kroya's first reaction was... Really?

The scriptures of the Great Wisdom Palace as payment? When did the Elven race become so poor that they can't even afford infrastructure and have to monetize their knowledge?

My second thought was that this must be the reward Daphne gave me.

It's important to know that the Great Wisdom Palace holds a position in the Elven race that is roughly equivalent to Startown and the headquarters of the Cathedral of the Seven, and if you had to say what its status is, it might even be higher than the latter two.

Because the headquarters of the Great Wisdom Palace is located in the Astral Plane.

Frankly, this deal could even be called "poverty alleviation" in a sense—a northern duke of a kingdom and the highest research institution of the elven kingdom.

Comparing the two alone, the former definitely has an absolute advantage.

But Chloe didn't think so.

The transaction was clearly initiated because both parties felt it was profitable. Since both parties made sacrifices, how can we talk about who lost and who gained?

So he readily agreed: "Okay, I will make arrangements immediately and assign one of my favorite apprentices to conduct a site survey."

"But I have another question to ask."

"Why did you accept orcs?"

Daphne smiled and replied, "Don't you think this place is too cramped? You're working so hard, yet there are always gods who want to turn your efforts into ashes, just to end their own dreams."

Kroya shook his head noncommittally: "But I am still human after all. So be it, Ms. Daphne, welcome."

He tiptoed and gently stepped on it.

The surrounding flowers and sea breeze vanished instantly in the ripples of space, replaced by a warm and humid stream with rippling water and sunshine.

"I hope you like this garden," Chloe said.

Looking at the perfect environment for the laurel tree to take root, and feeling the music echoing in the air and sunlight, Daphne's face showed genuine joy.

The next second—

Yellow-green flowers bloomed from the laurel trees, falling like a grand rain of petals, enveloping the entire forest in beautiful blossoms and fragrant aroma.

The excess magic she had absorbed erupted at this moment, enveloping all the magical plants growing around her.

The forest and vegetation rejoiced at this sudden magical power.

Kroya was certain she was genuinely happy.

They're all in bloom, how could I not be happy?

(End of this chapter)