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

Chapter 377. The Astral Bards [Happy New Year!]

He had thought that his "grandfather" would leave him some information, treasures, or something—but he was confident that he could earn and obtain those things through his own abilities.

The astral plane is so vast; he is confident that he can obtain everything he wants through accumulation, technological advancement, and trade.

But what they didn't expect was a "world puzzle piece".

This magic, this almost miraculous magic, allows one to freely assemble and disassemble planes like puzzle pieces. With this, he can move the entire Isle of Reef out of the Zemurian plane.

He thought he had already taken a lot from the other party, yet he still couldn't refuse this small puzzle piece in front of him—even he himself felt that he was being a bit pretentious.

"A gift I couldn't refuse."

"So what exactly are you planning?"

He just smiled and picked up the puzzle piece.

This was well-intentioned, and he was confident in facing everything; the matter was right before his eyes, and the world was right before him.

After putting the puzzle away, he instructed Jamie, who had been following him, "Let others handle the preliminary preparations for the construction here. You don't need to worry too much about these complicated details. Now, come with me to the auction house."

He was genuinely very satisfied with Jamie, so he planned to nurture him properly. Perhaps Jamie had some shortcomings, but no one is born perfect.

If Kroa trusts him, then he can be nurtured.

There are too many geniuses, but loyalty is rare.

Jamie was well aware that Kroya was intentionally grooming him, but after thinking for a moment, he scratched his head and said, "I still want to help you build this place, teacher. Are you planning to make this your base in the Astral Plane?"

"Hmm." Kroya knew what this guy was thinking, and said helplessly, "Since you want to, then do it. I believe you can succeed."

After all this time, he was very forgiving of Jamie.

As long as the other party is still willing to be his apprentice, he can give Jamie everything he wants: power, money...

"Thank you, teacher."

"Let's go, this is our first time in the Astral Plane."

Fortunately, Kroya had some prior knowledge of astral planes, and at the "entrance" to this plane, he found a small house made of several silver cubes.

As soon as you enter, the walls around you, which were originally simple and somewhat rudimentary, transform into countless twinkling stars, which connect and extend into a wondrous star map pattern.

Some of the patterns were dim, while others were bright, and some writing was visible—the common language of the Astral Plane—which is quite good for the Zemurian continent, as it uses the common language.

What are these things: Starry Sky Grand Theater, All-Encompassing Avenue, Celestial Duel Arena, Star Realm Council Higher Academy...?

"This is the star array of the astral plane."

"The lights up above indicate where we can teleport."

"In the Genesis Ring, the more teleportation points a faction has, the more powerful it is, because many of them require certain permissions to unlock."

Now, in front of Kroa, there were only a few dozen teleportation points in the vast Genesis Star Chart, after all, he was a newcomer.

Eurydice had given him a basic teleportation point and the corresponding information. He skimmed through it but unexpectedly discovered a teleportation point that shouldn't have been lit up.

It was an exceptionally bright star, seemingly still emitting a beautiful, trembling sound like that of a constellation of stars.

"The Astral Bards"

This is an exceptionally large and unique organization.

It is said that they can collect the sounds of the stars and create very special melodies through some incomprehensible magical means, and even weave the "order" of a world.

They are a neutral organization, respected even by the Empire and the Astral Council. Their members are all powerful individuals capable of traveling across the stars, including legends, gods, and some born into powerful races.

As Hui Zhihuan once said, the information about "The Poem of the Beginning" all came from a friend of Sage Miya, a very mysterious Astral Wanderer in the Astral Bard.

Eurydice had also told him that if he could gain the approval of the Astral Bards after arriving in the Astral Plane, things would go very smoothly.

Kroya knew he needed to join some factions and had originally intended to inquire about them, but he never expected that this Module 626 would have a teleportation point to the Astral Bards... Was it also left behind by his "grandfather"?

Is there something he desperately wants to know inside?

He stared at the star for a long time before finally deciding, "Jamie, take my badge to the Astral Council. I have some things to take care of."

Now that the opportunity has presented itself, there's no reason not to go.

After explaining things to Jamie, he decisively pressed the light of that star.

Golden and blue light flashed all around.

After the discomfort from the brief spatial teleportation subsided, he found himself in a vast, magnificent, and mysterious theater, with stars as its backdrop and celestial instruments as its instruments.

He stood bathed in the light of countless stars, as insignificant as a speck of dust.

The wondrous tremolos connected to form a melody, like a band of light surrounding a planet, gathering towards him since his appearance, containing an indescribable and terrifying power.

Even the most legendary gods are like ants before this power.

However, it didn't seem to have any malicious intent; it just appeared to be...

"A test?" Kroya reached out and picked up the gopher harp, then sat cross-legged and calmly began to play his music.

He plays very casually, however he wants.

Musical magic is considered quite idealistic in the world of idealism, as it is inherently free-flowing—what he is playing now lacks the regularity and legend of "The Rainbow Poem," but possesses a unique charm.

The light emanating from him extended outwards.

This is his understanding of music; it's the flowers blooming and withering, the sun rising and setting, the various weather conditions and changes he witnessed while staying in the Zemurian continent for so long, all of which transformed into vivid shadows flowing under the starlight.

Though small, it is very bright.

It is more captivating than the grand and solemn chapters of stars—most people are born into a world where they see the blue sky and the land, enjoying the rain and the fragrance of flowers, only to drift further and further away from them later in life.

As he played, he was surrounded by stars.

A figure draped in a cloak stood quietly, gazing at Kroya.

"world."

"Sigh, that's still a bit superficial."

He made his evaluation very directly.

For a traveler who has wandered among the stars and seen many worlds, the music of a single world is rather superficial, even insignificant.

But He did not deny Kroa's potential:

"Superficial, but with a deep understanding of the world..."

"It's clearly just one chapter of the Poem of the Beginning, yet it extends to an understanding of the world, and it's so beautiful."

"Have I been gazing at the boundless starry sky for too long, and haven't seen the world's basic, simple beauty?"

After listening carefully for a while, He waved his hand.

The endless starry sky and the ring of stars formed by the music simply dissipated.

He appeared before Kroya, not looking down at her, but simply standing there blankly—when the latter saw him, she thought he was a bit silly.

This being, who appears to be a young human male, is very good-looking, but there is always a sense of incongruity about him. His features seem to have been directly copied from various excellent faces and then piled together.

Each one is excellent, but when put together, they look strange.

"I am a priest."

He introduced himself thus: "I am a priest stationed at the Creation Ring of the Astral Council, a mage named Kroya who came here from the continent of Zemuria. Welcome to the group."

The starlight falling from the sky formed a badge in front of Chloe, a pure blue blob.

Its shape is indescribable, yet quite magnificent and unpredictable.

It bore Chloe's name, and the familiar magical energy emanating from it seemed to merge with him; only he could lift this badge.

"..."

Is this what joining the Astral Bards means?

Kroya blinked, asking curiously, "You know me? Then do you know the name Arcadia?"

The priest nodded: "Of course, that was his hometown, a beautiful and peaceful little village. He traveled between the stars just to make his hometown reappear."

You don't need to worry about his thoughts or care about his actions.

You can even hate him... He brought you from a peaceful world to such a dangerous one, and he deserves to be punished for making such arrangements.

Therefore, he is now being punished in the deepest void.

Arcadia…he was in Arcadia.

Although the priest spoke in a rather cryptic manner, Chloe still understood what he meant—his "grandfather" wanted him to recreate Arcadia! That's why he pulled him out of his original world.

Kroya breathed a sigh of relief when she realized the other party had a request.

To be honest, he was a little worried about this inexplicable concern. After all, they had no real blood relation and had never been close. He was very rational, and it was normal for him to have something in mind.

As for hatred... does it exist? Probably it does.

In the early stages of development, he was indeed somewhat hesitant and timid. This world was one he did not understand, with gods and legendary mages, and so many mysterious things.

To him, this was a dangerous and chaotic world—he felt very uncomfortable staying in what was supposed to be the safest country in the world.

While time travel is something most people yearn for, it is indeed very dangerous. Even with the "Poem of the Rainbow" and the Star Spirit Imprint Technique, he remained very restrained and cautious in the early stages.

They even had to force themselves to remain calm and composed to maintain their dignity.

Only after he had a basic background and confidence did he begin to act as he pleased.

However, time travel was indeed an opportunity. He saw many wonders in this world, met many friends, and gained unimaginable status and power.

Thinking about it now, none of it seems so important anymore.

Just as Jamie needed to spend so much effort and time to gain his approval, everyone has to work hard. Every success comes at a price. The past is the past; the present and the future are what matter.

He was left with only one last question:

"I have indeed been conducting some research, but why did Mr. Arcadia choose me?"

"Is there any way I can rescue him?"

The priest smiled slightly: "The sun is high above, and all things rely on its light to grow vigorously. Many people cannot see the ordinary world illuminated by the sun, and so do I."

"The deep purple prison is located in a place that music cannot reach, a region that even the Creator cannot interfere with. Come find me again when you are level 30 or above."

He extended his hand to Chloe, and in His pale palm floated a small ball of light: "This is a gift I'm giving you. You are Arcadia's grandson, so consider it my greeting gift to you."

"At the same time, this is also your assignment. Our Astral Bards also bear the important responsibility of plane transformation. The plane engineer department of the Holy Spring Merchant Guild is overseen by our members."

I know the Holy Spring Merchant Guild gave you a seat; once you've successfully renovated it, hand it over to me.

Kroa looked at the ball of light with a puzzled expression.

It was a kind of magic, a higher level than the one he had once obtained called "The Tune to Curb Reverie," truly belonging to the Earth Chapter of the Origin Poems: "May a Towering Tree Grow from the Tiny Dust."

"Isn't this gift a bit too... expensive?"

He hesitated for a moment.

The priest tilted his head, puzzled, and asked, "Don't you like it? People who receive gifts always radiate joy. Arcadia and I are friends, and don't the friends of elders like to give gifts to their juniors?"

Kroa: "..."

He didn't know why, but he always felt that this priest was a bit "cute." It wasn't his appearance, but rather his occasional behavior that was endearingly goofy.

He sighed helplessly, "Of course I like it, but don't you think this gift is too expensive?"

He had just realized that the music inside represented the vitality of the land. Anyone could probably enshrine this thing; the vitality of the land is extremely important to the people who live on it.

"It's just a gift."

"Kroya, just treat it as a gift, don't worry about its value."

"Feelings are hard to measure in terms of price."

The priest suddenly took a step closer, his blue pupils edged with gold, and stared at Kroya: "The sun originally had no price, but people defined a price for it, which is why the 'Poem of the Rainbow' came into being."

After saying that, He returned to His original position, smiled and waved: "You're going to see the Holy Spring Merchant Guild's auction, right? ... There's a member of the Astral Council waiting for you in your world."

They already owe you something, so remember to ask for more!

The priest's face blurred, and in a fleeting instant, Kroya was back at the teleportation point of Module 626, with Jamie looking at him strangely.

"Teacher... you were only there for less than a second, were you kicked out?"

Thank you all for your monthly tickets and recommendation votes! Happy New Year!

(End of this chapter)