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

Chapter 55. The Raven's Skin (Please continue reading)

“Gagaga—”

The black crows let out a shrill and unpleasant cry.

They flapped their wings, gradually approaching the sunflowers that were growing towards the sun, their red eyes filled with greed and desire.

For magical beasts, such pure solar magic and life-giving food are simply irresistible.

Led by their leader, the flock of crows observed for a very long time before finally waiting for the castle owner to leave, at which point they eagerly flew over.

There was no obstruction from that monk.

At this moment, all they could see were those delicious sunflower seeds!

The crow leader cawed joyfully and was the first to swoop down, behaving like an eagle despite being a crow.

It stared at the largest, bright red sunflower seed, seemingly already imagining just how delicious it would taste.

However, joy often turns to sorrow. The sunflowers seemed to sense the invasion of an enemy and turned their heads in unison, aiming at the crow.

It's like a magical anti-aircraft gun that detects an invading enemy—a magical creation.

Golden light flowed from the sunflower seeds toward the petals, taking shape at the petal positions, then lighting up one by one, and finally converging into a circular magic pattern.

"Caw?" The crow leader immediately sensed something was wrong. Its rich experience told it that there was probably danger here, and it immediately wanted to turn around and run away.

But before the crow leader could escape...

With a "whoosh" sound.

Eleven long-accumulated rays of sunlight shot out, converging to form an even more dazzling golden beam that instantly struck the crow leader.

Before it could even scream, its glossy black feathers were completely consumed by the flames, and it fell to the ground, turning into charcoal.

The crimson sunflowers influenced the sunflowers to continue emitting solar rays, and the golden beams of light were like divine swords slicing through the darkness, forcefully scattering the flock of crows.

In the blink of an eye, the crows were either dead or wounded.

The bodies were scattered all over the ground.

The remaining crows, barely able to move, frantically flapped their wings and fled, completely lacking the menacing air they had when they arrived, not daring to utter a single caw.

This scene was witnessed by Robert, along with some farm servants and apprentices who happened to be outside. They stared at the sunflower in shock, completely at a loss for words.

Is this the power of a mage?

Even an ordinary sunflower can have such terrifying destructive power.

After his initial surprise, Rob immediately ordered his men to collect the dead and severely injured crow demon birds that were unable to fly.

Kroya watched the entire spectacle of the sunflower defeating the crow before leisurely continuing on his way—he wasn't worried at all.

Since that crimson sunflower showed signs of developing a soul, it has been able to fight back or launch attacks on its own.

A mere flock of crows... there's absolutely no way they could be devoured.

He quickly arrived at the castle, looked at the pile of demon bird corpses, his eyes flickered slightly, and he slowly squatted down.

Holding a completely dead crow in his hand, his fingers lingered for a moment on its chest—the texture felt strangely like iron.

How come there's iron on a crow's body?

The rest of the crow was scorched beyond recognition by the solar rays, but this part of it was intact and even a little smooth.

If it weren't for the stark difference between the surroundings and this place, he wouldn't even have noticed anything unusual.

It's like...

"Wearing a breastplate?"

Kroya immediately became curious. He first examined the area carefully and found that there were eight crows with the same condition.

He immediately took the eight crows into his laboratory, then took out a small knife and cut open the flesh of one of them.

After careful separation, he took out one of the objects.

This is a strange piece of sheet metal, about two centimeters long, with a thickness similar to parchment, and it feels slightly cool to the touch.

After leaving the crow's body, its color quickly changed from black, which was almost identical to the crow's, to a strange pale gray.

But it felt even stranger to the touch.

It lacks the coolness and hardness of iron; instead, it has a warm and smooth texture, as if you are caressing your skin, full of vibrant rhythm.

"..."

He suddenly felt a chill and got goosebumps. He threw the strange, pale gray piece of iron onto the lab table.

To be honest, the texture of this material, which is almost identical to human skin, made him feel somewhat physically uncomfortable holding it in his hand.

"What is this thing? I've never seen anything like it before, hmm..."

After thinking it over carefully, Kroya suddenly came up with a clever trick—he immediately took out the Holy Spring Crystal Card, summoned the Holy Spring, and threw the piece of iron into it.

If he's not mistaken, when selling something, the seller will first explain what it is, which is essentially a free appraisal service, isn't it?

Before he truly mastered the art of authentication, he could only resort to this opportunistic method to get other people's authentication results for free.

A few seconds later, a sophisticated female voice rang out:

"Dear Level 1 Member Star Spirit, you have submitted a 3-gram piece of bark from a juvenile simulated magic tree. The estimated age of the tree is two years and six months, and it can be exchanged for twenty magic crystals."

The alchemist codenamed "Doll" has left you a message. Is it a convenient time to answer?

This caught the attention of another alchemy master.

Kroya nodded. "Answer the call."

After a brief silence, the intellectual female voice turned into a rough one: "Friend, do you have any higher-level simulated magic trees? I can trade them for the Earth Mother's Spring of the Dwarves!"

The Spring of Mother Earth?

He had heard of this before, in the book "The Power of the Gods?", which was said to be a miracle given to the dwarves by the Earth Mother Goddess.

Yes, only dwarves can obtain it.

"So, the other person is a dwarf?" Kroya pondered for a moment, considering the characteristics of the strange tree bark and the other person's name.

He had a bold guess—could this thing be a material for making puppets or doll skins?

Moreover, it must be quite rare, otherwise it wouldn't have attracted the attention of an alchemist who might be a dwarf.

Thinking of this, he replied, "I haven't cultivated a higher-level simulated magic tree yet, my friend. This kind of magic tree is very difficult to cultivate."

After another period of silence, a reply was finally sent.

"Well, my friend... I understand all too well how difficult it is to cultivate this kind of magical tree; every year feels like torture."

May the Mother Goddess bless you and grant you success.

If you have a simulated magic tree that is over fifty years old, you can contact me anytime.

The price I'm offering will only be higher, not lower!

The gruff male voice faded, leaving only the intellectual voice of Shengquan to ring out again: "Do you wish to sell?"

This time, Kroya decisively chose to sell, and then planned to buy the contract and information on the proposed magic tree.

This was just right, otherwise he was planning to sell a pearl from a sea-patterned clam in exchange for the contract.

(End of this chapter)