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

Chapter 53. The Lonely Astral Crystal Turtle (Please continue reading)

What exactly is the connection between that mysterious platinum ring and the Ark? Kroya couldn't figure it out—his knowledge was insufficient, and he had little known information.

You'd have to cheat to figure it out.

But he was well aware of the convenience that mushrooms could bring him.

Divine power.

With this power, he could develop more potions and learn more spells. If he could even learn the Holy See's sacred arts, the number of magical plants and beasts he could modify would increase.

These are the assets that allow him to snowball his fortunes.

It's far more important than that vague and ethereal Ark of the Void; that's not something he should be considering right now.

He looked at the booklet and pondered for a long time before carefully closing it and then gently putting it into his seashell.

Although this thing is just a notebook, it does contain the magical mark of the legendary mage Ilister and her handwriting, so it might come in handy sometime.

It's better to keep it.

After putting away his notes, he picked up the beakers and bottles he hadn't looked at closely and examined them carefully—the bottles were a clear blue, like the clear starry sky of a summer night.

You can vaguely see tiny halos of light shimmering inside, just like a piece of clear, bright night sky has been cut out and made into material.

It was indeed quite beautiful, but... he really didn't know what it was good for; his limited knowledge once again restricted him.

His magical perception could only sense that there was a very pure, strange power within it, unlike anything he had ever seen before, with a very stable structure and state.

Even when tested with magic, they remained unchanged.

But since it involves beakers and crystal bottles, it must be related to alchemy. Thinking a little deeper, it might be related to the septemlicary crystallization.

"We'll only know after we try it ourselves."

He carefully put it away.

Then, his gaze swept across the secret room—wasn't there still a piece of raw crystal? In this completely open environment, where was it hidden?

He thought it would be quite a hassle, but when his gaze swept over a certain spot, a strange fluctuation suddenly appeared in that previously empty corner.

It was very faint, but Kroa still managed to detect it keenly.

That was... the throbbing of the Astral Spirit Imprint Technique.

"So that's where it was hidden."

Kroya smiled slightly, put the two groundhogs into his pocket, and walked straight over.

Pointing a finger at a certain spot, a strange, warm object suddenly appeared.

Overall, it resembles a turtle, but clusters of dark blue crystals grow on its rounded shell, and a liquid that looks like blood flows inside the crystals.

As soon as it appeared, it immediately retracted its head into its shell. It trembled all over, as if afraid that Kroa would harm it.

With the aid of the Imprinting Technique, Kroa could clearly see that its celestial body was extremely tense, a dark gray color on the verge of collapse.

But its consciousness is rather interesting—

"I'm going to be killed!"

"But I haven't found a partner yet..."

"I...I want to spread the astral crystal ore to more stones!"

"So are you afraid of being killed or afraid of not finding a partner? And what's with all these extra stones?" Kroa couldn't help but think to herself.

To be honest, he didn't expect this thing to be a magical beast. Judging from the name, he thought it was a piece of raw ore that needed to be refined.

"Hmm, calm down a bit."

Kroya reached out and stroked its shell, stirring up its magic. The resonant vibrations produced a soft melody, like a serenade played under the stars and moon.

"~~~~~"

The music enveloped the trembling astral crystal turtle, and its astral form gradually calmed down under the soothing music, poking its head out and looking at Kroya strangely.

He learned this method from the Serenade of Tranquility in the third chapter of the Crimson Song. Because it is a poem in itself, by materializing its magic, it can form this kind of soothing, spiritual magic.

This was the first time Kroa had used it.

He felt his magic resonate with the strange astral crystal turtle, transmitting his quiet thoughts to it.

It's completely different from common mental magic techniques like mind control and hypnosis, which are somewhat coercive; it's more like sorting out and regulating.

The other person's uneasy thoughts are harmonized within the rhythm created by their own magic.

The crystal turtle quickly lowered its guard amidst the soft and soothing music, and then spoke, "You must be my new master. You still smell of an old friend on you..."

The turtle spoke!

Wait, you said old friend?

Could it be referring to the Woody Curved Vine King Yao?

Kroya asked tentatively, "You can actually talk?"

It replied, "Lady Ilister specially cast the spell of communication with all things on me so that I could find a suitable master. Not only you, but I can also communicate with elves and even dragons."

"..."

The Art of Communication with All Things? That's legendary magic! It's said that if you cast it on a magical beast, it can make it communicate with any species, even angels and demons.

As a result, the legendary mage Ilister only gave him a turtle.

Yes, his limited perspective certainly restricted his imagination.

He nodded calmly: "Then what use are you? I mean, you're astral crystal ore, what use are you?"

Mentioning this, the Crystal Turtle perked up immediately: "As long as there is any kind of mineral vein in the place where I live, I can gradually transform them into special minerals containing the power of astral crystals."

The minerals within me will gradually complete their formation and become a complete astral crystal.

"oh."

Kroya continued, "What's the use of the astral crystal?"

"Utensils and utensils made of astral crystals can ensure that certain high-level powers can exist in the mortal world for a long time without dissipating."

If crafted into weapons or armor, it would possess a certain degree of resistance to magic.

The power of those in high positions?

This question intrigued Kroya, who casually asked, "For example, the power of the three crystals: Time-Space Illusion?"

"..."

The crystal turtle fell silent, as if recalling some unpleasant experience. It cautiously looked around before saying, "It requires a very special crystal."

Judging from its appearance, it might have been tortured in the past.

As for the power of the high-ranking figures, he now has two suspects: one is the strange platinum ring, and the other is the crescent-shaped fruit.

You can go back and give it a try.

Kroya nodded: "Alright, then you can come with me... but I'll give you a master-servant contract."

"Hmm, are you really looking for a mate? What level of magical beast are you? How do special magical beasts like yours reproduce?"

Reproduction is extremely important to magical beasts, and the Crystal Turtle, having stayed here for three hundred years, had long since lost its will to reproduce.

It said impatiently, "Master, I am a level five magical beast, but I don't have much combat ability."

My way of procreation is by infusing my power into ore, which then gives birth to new astral crystal turtles.

"If you could carve some minerals that look just like me, I would be completely satisfied!"

Kroa: "..."

Is this really how it was solved?

Wait, you actually care what the stone looks like?

(End of this chapter)