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

Chapter 310. The Legacy of the Wind Shaman: Creating "Heroes"

A group of monsters from the Valley of the Wind were brought into the border city under construction. They were all different kinds, including two dragons, one cold and one hot.

Their auras are intertwined, cold and hot air collide, and storms like tornadoes can erupt at any moment—the relationship between these two dragons doesn't seem to be very good.

However, they maintained good restraint and did not actually start a fight.

This relieved Jamie; if the two magical beasts with unknown magic levels had started fighting on the spot, he would have had to call for backup.

Beren walked ahead, carrying her ever-present harp, and introduced them to Jamie: "They are both offspring of typhoons, but they don't get along."

"They're going to live here, and you have to make sure they're in nests with both heat and cold air, or there will be a violent explosion."

"I have written down all their habits. As long as we take good care of them, we can produce a continuous supply of wind magic ore."

We will absolutely not let you suffer any losses.

"Uh... right, there's also this."

The bard in the green cloak took something out of his pocket.

It was a very simple thing: a wooden disc stuck on a stick, with a blue-purple stone tied to the edge of the disc with a rope.

At first glance, it looks like a toy meant for children, and it seems rather rudimentary to Jamie, who is used to seeing all sorts of sophisticated magical artifacts.

"Look, this should be the only magical artifact left in that world." Beren's tone was somewhat sentimental: "Although it was once blessed by a savior, fairy tales always have an ending."

He handed the device to Jamie, "You'll see once you try turning it."

"Is that so?"

Jamie took it and carefully turned it around.

"Phew~~~"

A gentle breeze emerged from the edge of the stone, and then, like a vortex, pure wind elemental power enveloped the entire magical artifact, transforming it into a small phoenix tornado.

At that moment, he felt a very close connection with the wind elements, which were like friends and obedient children, whom he could command at will.

He really didn't have much talent for magic, and he hadn't learned wind magic at all, yet he could sense the wind element so easily.

"What amazing tools! Is this a shamanic tradition?" Jamie asked. "It's said that shamans receive the full favor of the elements, and the earth spirit shaman we're trading with is one of them."

"She doesn't even have much knowledge; she can stir up storms anytime, anywhere simply by relying on the friendship and favor of the elements."

Beren nodded and then shook his head: "According to our understanding, this should be the shamanic tradition, but are shamans really the darlings of the elements?"

The elements both favored and restricted them.

Young mage, if you had the choice, would you become a shaman?

That was indeed an interesting statement. Jamie recalled his omnipotent teacher, who seemed to have said something similar—that under the favor and protection of the elements, a shaman is indeed extremely powerful, even capable of destroying the world.

But what if the elements no longer favor and cherish you?

Thinking of this, he paused slightly, and the spinning pebble fell limply to the ground, while the breeze surrounding him dissipated completely at that moment.

"No," he replied, with even greater certainty in his heart. This was the power related to shamanism.

Once you lose faith in it, or even begin to have doubts about it, its favor and friendship will leave you.

But its power is undeniable.

The legacy of the Wind Shaman.

If someone with a pure heart were to become friends with the wind, wouldn't they be able to accomplish many incredible things with the wind's help?

"Are you sure you want to give this to me?" Jamie asked one last time. "It's a very powerful shamanic creation."

His reply was a gentle smile from Beren: "I feel the joy of nature in the wind of this city, and even the sunlight seems to favor you."

This is a situation where even the Elf King's City doesn't exist.

The wind would be happy if it could find a friend.

……Um?"

Beren seemed to sense something.

He handed Jamie a blooming wind flower: "I'm giving them all to you. As long as you can find someone who can use the Wind Wheel, you can communicate with our Breeze Shop."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head, and an extremely illusory ring-shaped pattern seemed to appear around him, encircling him from head to toe.

His figure gradually blurred under the sunlight, appearing as if he had melted into the sunlight, and a star was faintly visible in the sky—keep in mind, it was broad daylight, yet a star could be seen.

Jamie gazed thoughtfully at the rapidly disappearing star.

He couldn't help but smile and continued making arrangements.

Perhaps his powerful teacher has been watching all along?

……

Hanjiao Island.

Within the divine power binding magic circle created using the pattern of the Ring of Light, Demos, with tubes inserted all over his body, was silently having his divine power of light extracted by Kroya.

The divine power of light is a flowing, golden-white light that is warm, but it gives people a sense of superiority. If it were an ordinary person, they would only feel awe towards it and would not even dare to approach it.

"Reverence for God."

Kroya casually picked up a wisp of holy light and kneaded it like clay, squeezing out tiny fragments of light from it.

The holy light became purer.

Demos watched this scene in silence, feeling as if his eyes were about to pop out—that was the holy light of the Father of Light, a god of immense divine power, and even if Kroya was strong, he was only a level seven mage.

Whenever he felt he was amazed by Kroya, the latter would always come up with something even more shocking to startle him.

"Well, that should be about right."

After kneading for a while, Kroya was satisfied and tossed the processed holy light into the sacred magic circle made of pure clay tablets next to him, then added a touch of clear blue starlight.

The sacred magic circle immediately shone brightly.

As the provider of the detailed magic runes for the magic circle, Demos knew exactly what it was: the Holy Magic Circle of "Divine Invocation," the most treasured secret of the Holy Church of Light.

As long as one is under the light, one can instantly return to the magic circle no matter where one is. This is an extremely powerful means of survival. To interrupt this spatial teleportation, one's divine power level must be higher than that of the Father of Light.

There are really very few people whose rank is higher than that of the Father of Light.

Of course, this thing also has a very powerful function, which is forced summoning—intense spatial fluctuations can temporarily render a person unable to resist, capture them by the magic runes of the sacred magic circle, and bring them back into the magic circle.

Logically speaking, no one should be able to replicate this, since no one could have the authorization of the Father of Light's divine power, and even other gods could not break it.

However, Kroa can use it at will, and there is even a faint sense of superiority over inferiority.

With the magic of the Sky Ark added to the mix, doing all this was a piece of cake.

This is the ability that Kroya is using now, and he even specifically chose a bard whose background he didn't know as a test subject.

He wanted to see if it could work on such a powerful superhuman.

If feasible, at least in lands outside the Seven Kingdoms, anyone encountering a life-threatening event could return directly.

"Let's change the name... let's call it Emergency Recall."

"Hmm... I need to find some dwarven friends to buy some high-concentration magic crystals to build a crystal tower."

"My crystal is not pure enough."

He watched the bard gradually emerge from the magic circle with a calm expression, his eyes filled with the thirst for knowledge and curiosity that belonged to a mage.

"Still winds, still life."

"You're like someone abandoned by time, forcibly fixed in the present by the winds of the past."

Beren felt as if he had been completely seen through, as if every bone, every vein, and every drop of blood in his body was exposed to the bright sunlight, with no shadows to be cast.

He could no longer remain calm and respectfully lowered his head: "Powerful mage, I have no ill intentions towards you or your forces."

"Really?" Kroa asked doubtfully, "What exactly are those wind monsters from the astral plane, and why were they given to my apprentice?"

"...That was what Teacher Wendy instructed." Beren could only explain clearly: "He said it was a gift for you, a shamanic legacy from the astral plane."

The ability to communicate with the astral winds is not unique to this world.

Wendy.

"I know his name, but I'm sure I've never met him."

"Is it my grandfather?"

Although Chloe knew she was quite popular and well-liked, this person she had never met before... must be related to his grandfather.

The question is, is he really "his" grandfather, or the original owner of the body, Kroya's, grandfather?

But Beren shook her head: "It has nothing to do with anyone, except that you have met my teacher."

After saying that, he refused to say anything more.

Even with Kroya watching him intently, the intense light illuminating his deathly stillness almost impossible to conceal, he refused to utter a single word.

So Kroya stopped pressuring Beren. He already had some ideas in his mind: perhaps not now, but in the future?

He had once heard the legend of the Time Dragon from Miya. That special dragon could travel through the gaps in time, leaving behind different yet similar legends in the past, future, and present.

The poet Wendy, whose legend has been etched in countless poems and travelogues, is probably a powerful being capable of appearing at different times, much like the Time Dragon.

Time is such a wondrous thing, but it is beyond his current comprehension. The magic of time is close to the legendary level, and even ordinary legends are not qualified to learn it.

He let out a soft sigh of relief.

He took out a bracelet from the storage space next to him and handed it to Beren: "Consider this my gift. I hope it will make your journey in this world a little easier."

Beren looked down at the hand-woven bracelet and took several deep breaths to suppress her astonishment—this, this is the authority of the goddess of the underworld!

Among all the gods, there is only one god of death that they cannot interfere with, because death itself transcends time, and no matter what kind of time it is, it cannot affect death.

This gift allows him to temporarily escape the "protection" of the wind and gives him the power to walk on the earth like a "dead man".

He couldn't even imagine what price his other companions would pay if they knew about this thing—the difference between the protection of the wind and the ability to walk freely was huge.

He sincerely thanked her, saying, "Thank you for the gift... Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Yes." Kroya looked at him. "I need you to train some bards for me, bards who can travel the continent, protect themselves, and... gather intelligence."

In fact, he had long wanted to train a group of special personnel to carry out intelligence work, but the Orphan Project did not go smoothly - they were indeed able to obtain some information, but they could not obtain any real high-level information at all.

After all, they were just ordinary people, so they really couldn't get information from higher-ups.

So far, his sources of information have been limited to the monster and plant pet shops and the magical food shops frequented by noblewomen and young ladies.

Relying on these shops, as well as the taverns, magic item shops, and the annual tournament that opened one after another, he did indeed obtain a lot of information.

If it were done like other powers, they might specifically cultivate a group of women to seduce those foolish nobles in order to achieve their own goals.

This is a fairly common approach. Rob had also advised Chloe on several occasions, and even said that if Chloe was unwilling, he could continue to work and take charge of this matter.

However, Kroya still felt a little uncomfortable, perhaps it was just being dramatic, and he never agreed to adopt this approach, instead intending to choose other methods.

A bard would be a good choice.

But then another problem arose. He had indeed studied a lot of music magic and had a fairly good relationship with the elves, so training bards should have been quite easy.

But the truth is... it's not as easy as you imagine.

To travel across the entire continent requires immense strength and influence. Even among bards, only members of Time and Wind have ever been known to be able to move freely.

In the future, Kroya can do it, but for now he can only try to cooperate with Shi and Feng, hoping that his apprentices can see more of the world for him and obtain some information.

Upon hearing Kroya's request, Beren hesitated for a long while before reluctantly nodding: "I can personally grant your request, but I might not be able to do so with my other companions, unless you can offer more..."

"No problem." Kroya recalled the Underworld Goddess and Miya, who were still happily toiling away in the small plane making bracelets, and waved his hand: "I can give you a maximum of one hundred spots. That should be enough to get your help, right?"

"However, these special magical artifacts need to be recharged regularly. I hope we can cooperate smoothly."

A transaction is inherently a two-way street. Kroya needs Time and Wind's comprehensive training methods and reputation for bards, while the other party needs his bracelets that allow the dead to walk on the ground.

Anyway, Kreha has made it clear that he can use these bracelets as he pleases. For this goddess, it doesn't matter whether she lets one go or a whole group—she is confident that Kreha won't use them to do anything that would cause her trouble.

What others consider invaluable power is nothing more than turning a blind eye to the goddess.

After all, Kroa could help Him alleviate the precarious situation of the River of the Underworld, and for that, He was even willing to cause trouble for the God of Light and the Earth Mother for Kroa's sake.

For example, increasing the attraction of the underworld when believers die, denying bishops the authority to perform resurrection spells, and reducing the number of newborns in the parishes of light and earth...

All of these fall within His authority, and any obstruction would cause them great suffering—as for causing trouble, the vast underworld is only He and His servants, and it's not something that can be done through connections.

Upon hearing about the 100 available spots, Beren felt as if he had been hit on the head by a huge iron block. He was stunned for a while before swallowing hard and agreeing on the spot.

May our cooperation be like the wind, lasting until the end of time.

Kroya nodded in satisfaction, then sent Samir to discuss the specifics with him—he only needed to make the decision, and the rest of the complicated matters could be left to his subordinates.

If you want to be a hands-off boss, you need to train your subordinates.

After seeing Beren off, he turned to the hidden Demos and asked, "I want to steal His authority—the authority over war. Do you think the Church of War will support me?"

"I've heard that the God of War is actually the protector of both orcs and true orcs, so in terms of the breadth of faith he enjoys, he must be far more widely respected than the Father of Light, right?"

Demos immediately replied, "The concept of war is indeed very broad. As for me, what I truly control is the 'War of Light' under the authority of the Father of Light. As long as we are considered by the vast majority of people to be on the side of justice, my divine power will increase."

"But what the God of War Tancersi controls is actually a war authority that is close to order, and also a part of... the favor of fate."

Even a war god like Him would find the concept of "fate" incomprehensible and even somewhat fearful—no god dares to provoke the goddess of fortune and misfortune.

"A war of order." Kroa mused. "Then this chaos is something He probably doesn't want to see, right? What if a hero suddenly appeared who could stop the unjust war between the Church of Light and the Church of the Earth Mother?"

"..."

Demos thought for a while before answering, "The Church of Light and the Church of the Earth Mother will definitely do everything in their power to suppress him, but if he can actually do it, he should receive help from more than one god."

"The current chaotic situation is a huge problem for the churches of other gods."

"But how exactly do you intend to seize power?"

Upon hearing His answer, Chloe smiled with satisfaction, but did not answer His question.

"Chaos always gives birth to heroes who shine like shooting stars, and epics that will last forever are born around heroes. Heroes and bards are a match made in heaven."

At this moment, he was like a child who had found a toy, his eyes filled with a bright, clear smile—he had indeed remembered something from a long time ago.

Before he time-traveled, he would see questions on websites asking what would happen if someone could feed their subordinates certain foods every day.

Now I can finally try it out.

But which hero should this player choose?

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(End of this chapter)