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

Chapter 315. The Hero "Favored" by the Gods

Martin City.

Inside a street filled with all sorts of clutter, a remarkably realistic painting of a three-story building is pasted on the wall.

If you look closely at the window in the painting, you can see a person looking out from behind the window. If someone saw this in the middle of the night, it would be a terrifying story.

But for those who live within the painting, it is the best refuge and home.

William was holding a hoe and was diligently hoeing the ground.

Beneath his feet was a perfectly square paddy field, exactly one acre in size, extremely orderly, planted with rice, and raising crabs and fish fry. The edge of the field was a metal frame, with magical patterns shimmering in the light.

Above the field is a stable sphere of light and heat that is almost indistinguishable from sunlight, its warm light bathing the small field—while nearby, other lands of similar size await cultivation and planting.

"That's amazing."

Luo Lisa truly couldn't understand what kind of special magical artifact this was, that it could unfold into a field and even come with canned seeds and fish fry.

There was even the sun! It was the sun!

The crops inside grow very quickly, ripening almost every day. Rice can be harvested every day, and the plump, glistening rice has already filled half a warehouse!

This is almost impossible in the eyes of the orcs who live by herding livestock—what kind of treasure is a grain that is ripe once a day?

With food and an extremely safe environment, Rosalind had more hope for the future. Perhaps they really could stand up against the Vatican?

"William, I'm going to check on my brother and the others."

"I'll take them to the ranch in a bit!"

She finished her work with her usual sigh, then said something to William, got up, walked down the corridor, came to a room, pushed open the door, and went inside.

Inside were white walls and ceilings, and several beds were neatly arranged, on which lay wounded people wrapped in white bandages, almost like mummies, including her brother.

A shadow immediately fell over Rosalind's face.

A few days ago, they were caught red-handed by the knights of the Papacy. It was only after William took out some strange magical bombs and threw them that the elite knights jumped up like idiots, and they were able to escape.

Otherwise, she would lose her brother and friends.

"Sister." Her brother struggled to sit up after seeing her. Even with the orc's formidable vitality, he was clearly badly injured.

"Brother, you should lie down." She quickly helped her brother lie down, and then told him about the situation outside: "The knights of the Papacy are still attacking David City, but fortunately our people have all been brought here."

If it weren't for William this time... we would have been wiped out.

Ah, thank you, William, he's my hero!

Even after living here for half a month, she still felt like she was in a dream—the little blue cat casually reached into its pocket and pulled out such a magical spatial artifact.

It was just a landscape painting pasted on the wall, but it could accommodate hundreds of people, including surviving orcs and some of William's companions.

There's fresh air and breeze, bright lights, comfortable beds, and even a bathroom—it's simply magical beyond words.

She felt that this was what miracles were all about.

This painting saved them all from the judgment of the Vatican. At least in this painting, they were all the same, and there was no longer any distinction of race.

They are now all poor souls harmed by the war launched by the Papacy, and their only goal is... to end the war.

"We should all thank William," Rosalind's brother said in a low voice. "What can we do to help him?"

His words revealed his resolve, and the other orcs also straightened up. They were willing to repay the life-saving grace with their own blood and lives.

"Yes!" Lolisa quickly said, "There is a pasture here, but the cattle and sheep there need to be herded, which he doesn't know how to do, and neither do the humans."

"..."

grazing?

They were all prepared to make a sword for William, and now you're telling us he's going to herd sheep? Isn't that our normal life? William doesn't know how to do that?

The mysterious aura surrounding William seemed to be crumbling, but it must be said that this action greatly relieved the heavy pressure on their hearts.

"Let's go now!"

"Yes, we can't lie down anymore!"

"We still have the strength!"

As they said this, they began to remove their bandages and get out of bed one by one.

Orcs, as long as they can stand up, feel the wind, and bask in the sun, they can survive. Now, making them lie like this is actually uncomfortable for them.

Besides, these bandages were actually props that Doraemon the little blue cat brought out.

They left the ward and encountered many busy humans on the way. They greeted each other in a friendly manner, and the humans nodded in return.

In particular, Luo Lisha already has many children affectionately calling her "sister".

"Are you all healed?"

"If you're still feeling unwell, try to sleep a little longer."

"There's plenty of food here!"

People expressed their goodwill towards them.

Chatting and laughing, they soon arrived at a wooden door. As soon as they pushed it open, an endless field covered with green grass appeared before them.

The sky was a vast expanse of white light, without the sun or blue sky, but the sunlight shone brightly, and the breeze carried the unique, familiar yet unfamiliar scent of grass.

For a moment, they were even somewhat dazed.

Is this... is this still inside the painting?

What kind of spatial magic item could achieve this? Could it be a divine artifact?

"Dora." William's voice came from afar. The boy was hugging the little blue cat ingratiatingly, his tone even a little obsequious: "Bring out a few more weapons! Just a few!"

The orcs quickly looked in the direction of the sound and saw William holding the little blue cat, massaging its neck. The cat looked comfortable and even purred.

A smile appeared on Rosalind's face. She had heard this voice many times before. Whenever William encountered a problem he couldn't solve, he would ask the little blue cat for help.

Although the little blue cat always pretends to be annoyed, it will still solve William's problem in the blink of an eye.

This time is of course no exception.

It reached into its pocket, took out a bottle of strange potion, smeared it on its paws, then aimed it at a poor cow in the distance and made a "bang" sound.

A bullet formed from condensed air flew out and hit the poor cow squarely. The cow, weighing a full ton, was instantly thrown into the air and landed heavily on the ground with a terrified moo.

And then... surprisingly, there was nothing wrong. Its eyes were a little blurry, but other than that, there was no injury from the fall from a great height, nor any wounds from being hit by air bullets.

"That's it!" William's eyes lit up. "If we can bring a few people in, we'll definitely learn more about the outside world. Thank you so much!"

The little blue cat jumped down from his arms with a haughty air and pointed to the side with its paw. It was at this moment that William noticed his orc companions were smiling at him.

He blushed instantly, scratched his head, and greeted them, "Ah, you've arrived... I'll leave this place to you!"

We have enough grain and fish, but we're still short of meat. The cattle, sheep, and pigs here are yours to take care of!

The orc leader, Rosalind's brother Sass, nodded and assured him, "Don't worry, my friend, as long as we're still here, you can leave this place to us."

"...Are the others alright?"

William's smile slowly faded, replaced by an indescribable sadness. He said, "The lord of David City is trying his best to hold on, but he can't hold on for much longer."

The knights of the Papacy are to kill all those who do not believe in the Father of Light. Only those who have faith in the Father of Light will be spared, and the Papacy needs these believers to pray.

The city lord even summoned a projection of Saint David, but was still relentlessly pushed forward by the knights of the Papacy; they didn't care about the projection of the Holy Spirit at all.

This is truly appalling.

They actually ignored the projection of the saints? That was a privilege granted to the saints' families by the Father of Light. As long as they could summon the projection of their ancestors, even cardinals would have to kneel down.

Those were saints who gave everything for the Papacy. Even for the sake of face, their honor should not be trampled on like this, unless...

"Are we safe here?" Sass asked gravely. "If the Vatican really launches an attack, will this place be discovered?"

If this is discovered, then they will all be caught in one fell swoop.

"Meow!" Dora patted her chest to indicate that there would be absolutely no problem. This space was personally created by Kroya, who also asked Miya to oversee it. It would be too exaggerated if the mere Holy See could discover the Ark's spatial array.

Seeing Doraemon's reaction, Sass finally breathed a sigh of relief. After discussing a few more things with William, he watched William leave with Doraemon.

They looked at each other in bewilderment, and then went back to their old profession—herding.

Since things have already come to this, they might as well hurry up and graze the livestock to store some food. With food, everything will be much easier. They can't rely entirely on William's magical tablecloth, can they?

……

William and Doraemon carefully left the painting. He wore a round, dusty gray hat that looked like a stone, and walked through the alleyway affected by the war.

This magical item called the "Stone Hat" was also given to him by Doraemon. Wearing this hat makes him as inconspicuous as a pebble on the roadside.

It was because of this that William dared to leave the painting.

He was now going to meet with the followers of what were said to be the gods of wisdom and war, and he knew very well that the only way to end this war was with the support of other religious churches.

If we could leave this place and live in the kingdom of another god's church, that would be the best thing. With Doraemon's abilities, we could at least live a peaceful life.

With this in mind, he quickly arrived at the agreed meeting place—a house shrouded in magical aura, visible only to those who wear the "True Knowledge" badge of the goddess of wisdom.

He cautiously stepped forward and pushed open the door, where he saw three powerful superhumans of bishop level sitting inside. They were wearing the "True Knowledge" badge of the goddess of wisdom, the "Crown" badge of the god of war, and the "Blazing Rose" badge of the goddess of love, respectively.

The three of them looked over the moment the door was pushed open.

The intellectual woman from the Church of Athena, dressed in a light blue robe and wearing glasses, who looked like a college professor, was taken aback.

"Disguised as a pebble?" She stared at William's position and smiled slightly. "But there's no concept of pebbles here!"

William broke out in a cold sweat. He had always been convinced that Doraemon's magical gadgets would never make a mistake, but he had never thought that the gadgets might seem a little strange in some ways.

He quickly removed the stone hat from his head and thanked him sincerely, saying, "Thank you for reminding me."

"You're welcome." The bishop of the goddess of love said with a smile, on behalf of the bishop of the goddess of wisdom, "Oh, little hero, there is a flower of love in you that has not yet sprouted."

The goddess will bless you.

She waved her hand, scattering a field of fiery red and beautiful rose petals. The petals, imbued with powerful divine energy, wrapped around William's body, eventually forming a rose emblem on his chest.

That was a blessing from the goddess of love, containing immense power. It was absolutely impossible for beings below level ten to harm him and his "wife".

The bishop of the goddess of wisdom, having been overshadowed, shook his head speechlessly and gently pointed forward.

Countless blue lines intertwined on the ground, forming squares. The squares combined to create a beautiful magical array.

A magic circle enveloped William, accompanied by the bishop's voice: "May you see the truth in the darkness, and may wisdom guide you to the very end."

So, next to William's rose badge, a badge of truth with an eye made of lines was added.

Finally, there was the bishop of the God of War, an exceptionally tall woman, almost like a giant. She didn't say many prayers; she simply came directly to William and handed him a shield.

Her voice was hoarse: "War destroys countless families, countless friends, and countless systems that can be called civilizations."

You are the hero he chose to write an epic, and in epics, death and separation are always unavoidable... My lord hopes that you can avoid such pain as much as possible.

May you still have friends, family, and everything you longed for at the end of this epic tale.

William held the shield that had been personally blessed by the god of war—a gift that Kroya had obtained in exchange for tens of thousands of kilograms of grain. The god of war had even descended upon the believer to personally negotiate with Kroya before finally bestowing this divine grace upon him.

This price is quite low, considering that killing someone in war is really easy, but protecting your family and friends is extremely difficult.

With this shield, as long as William is alive, his loved ones and friends will be protected by the god of war and will definitely survive the war.

As for the other two gods, although they didn't explicitly ask for anything, Kroya still gave them some supplies, since he wasn't short of food anyway.

To be honest, the idea that gods are short of food is absurd, but it's the truth. No matter how powerful the gods are, they can't conjure up enough food to feed hundreds of thousands or even millions of people out of thin air.

Currently, apart from the elves, the northern border of Kroya is the most productive region in the entire Zemurian continent. In order to prevent their believers from starving and to ensure they can sing hymns with plenty of food, all the other gods besides the Light and the Earth have sent their followers to negotiate with Kroya.

Gods do not need food, but their followers do.

After the three bishops finished giving the gods their blessings, they breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the grain promised by the North should be able to be transported back home, which would at least ease the situation somewhat.

In order to gain more favor with Kroya, the bishops, who were preoccupied with the mundane matters of daily life, began to analyze and explain the current situation in the human world.

Led by the bishop of the god of war, the bishop of the goddess of wisdom explained and listed data, while the bishop of the goddess of love ate the desserts brought out by the little blue cat with a smile.

To have a bishop who understands both war and wisdom teach together is something any hero would probably dream of, but William found it extremely difficult to listen to—the situation on the continent, the changes in geographical location, the methods and tactics of war…

He's just an ordinary mortal! How could he learn so much knowledge so quickly!

The little blue cat Doraemon noticed his pain. After thinking for a moment, it took out a stack of bread and a bottle of ink from its pocket and meowed at the two bishops a few times.

The two bishops were immediately filled with questions—they were to write knowledge on bread? This… was this some kind of brand-new magical technique?

Although they didn't understand, they did as instructed. After all, the little blue cat was sent by Kroya himself, and they really didn't dare to provoke a big shot who could provide them with food.

So, for the next few hours, the two bishops diligently wrote knowledge on bread, trying to write down everything that could be useful in ending the war.

They were truly dedicated, even more so than when teaching students—they couldn't afford to be careless, as their god and the powerful mage were watching.

After they finished writing, William painfully began to eat the delicious white bread, feeling as if knowledge was flooding into his mind with each bite.

He tried his best to adapt and organize, and when he finished all the bread, all the knowledge that the two bishops could teach him was in his mind.

William digested the unfamiliar knowledge and felt that he now knew more than those nobles who had been carefully trained by their families.

He thought that this was the limit and there shouldn't be any more, so he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Oh, we're done eating! There shouldn't be any left, right?"

As a result, the bishop of the goddess of love said with pity, "Since you were able to digest this knowledge so quickly... then the bishops of the other two churches should be arriving soon as well."

Upon hearing this, William nearly collapsed.

He wailed, "Is it really that hard to be a hero? Who chose me?! I don't want to be a hero anymore!!"

The three bishops exchanged glances, then silently stepped back, seemingly making way for a powerful figure.

The next second, bright light appeared inside the magical house.

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