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

Chapter 6.6. The Strange Mansion Scroll

Before coming here, Kroya actually had some expectations for the food by the sea—as long as the ingredients are fresh, it shouldn't be hard to make seafood taste bad.

However, reality dealt him a heavy blow—

In order to avoid being fired and deported, the cook used all her skills to add what she considered to be extremely "luxurious" spices to the sea cucumber and abalone soup.

The result is that the broth has a brownish texture.

The strange flavors mixed together were extremely stimulating; someone unfamiliar with the situation might mistake them for a magic potion brewed by an alchemist.

Abalone and sea cucumber floated inside, appearing and disappearing as if they had died with their eyes wide open.

The abalone and sea cucumber were particularly large, and they also had a faint magical aura. Even those who didn't know much about seafood could tell that these things were of excellent quality.

It really feels like a waste of resources.

Kroya looked at it again and again, and finally took a small bite.

The complex flavors inside almost made him vomit; he could taste salt, black pepper, fennel...

More often than not, it was a taste he couldn't understand.

As for the other white breads that looked dry and crumbly... they seemed to have weathered a bit.

The only decent thing on the table was a plate of grilled salted fish, but the way it was presented was absolutely shocking—the fish head was facing the sky, its eyes wide open in death.

He sighed deeply, silently coating his fingers with magic, and began to process the coconut.

His silence was followed by silence from the four knights and Rob—the capital had long abandoned the idea that the more spices a dish contained, the better it tasted, but here it was still the same—it was obvious what lethal amount had been added.

But ironically, the fact that such a remote island village could afford to store so many spices was indeed a privilege reserved for the most distinguished guests.

"My lord, shall I prepare some food?" Knight At asked respectfully. "I once learned how to handle seafood from the owner of a small tavern."

The one speaking was the one who had been with Kroya the longest. He was Kroya's first squire after entering the Mage Tower. He started as a mercenary at the age of eight and had traveled all over the country, learning a great deal.

He also knew that the original owner would never swallow a bite of food he didn't like.

Monks are always a bit willful; that's their right.

"No need." Kroya shook her head. "Let's leave it at that for now. After dinner, get some rest and make sure you understand the situation on the island."

We can use any means necessary when necessary.

He broke the coconut open, and the flesh inside was crystal clear and smooth, while the coconut juice had a sweet and fragrant aroma, which seemed quite different from the coconuts he had seen before.

He took a sip of coconut juice.

The cool, creamy sweetness immediately filled his mouth, sweeping away the heat and irritability in his heart, leaving a lingering aftertaste.

Most importantly, it even contains magic!

The magic was deeply hidden in the coconut juice, and even he didn't sense it at first.

"This coconut... looks a bit like a pure white sea coconut."

No wonder it's white; he said it looked familiar, and the original owner had seen it in a low-level magical plant encyclopedia before.

The research he had done before coming was now paying off. He exclaimed in surprise, "Although this coconut is not a magical plant, it will spontaneously attract magical power, and long-term consumption will have a very good boost to one's physique."

Most importantly, after cultivation, this can become a magical plant called Pure White Sea Spirit Coconut. If it can truly become a magical plant, the juice inside this coconut is even more nutritious than the milk of some second-tier magical beasts.

They sell very well when making coconut powder or boiling coconut oil.

Rob keenly sensed the business opportunities here.

He immediately stood up, abandoning his meal, and said, "Sir, I'll go and count how many of these coconut trees there are!"

The loyal steward was constantly worried about the territory's resource output. If the resources were really insufficient, it would be difficult to support the resources required for Kroya's advancement.

However, the level of Kroya represents the upper limit of what they can expect—the higher the level of Kroya, the higher their status will rise.

If Kroya really reaches the level of a third or even fourth-tier mage, returning to the capital wouldn't be a problem at all.

"..."

"There's no need to rush," Kroa said slowly, eating the coconut meat. "Since they've been here for so long without anyone noticing, then nobody must know. Let Bartos handle this."

"Please do another round of private tallying to see if his account matches yours. If they match... I'll keep him on as a helper."

Kroya didn't say anything more.

But if that guy intentionally conceals the truth or doesn't keep a careful count, then his life is on the countdown—no one would believe that a lord who's been here for so long can't even tell how many trees there are.

"Okay," Rob agreed.

Then he and the four knights began to eat the dishes that were hard to describe in terms of taste, while Kroya ate the two coconuts clean, clapped his hands, got up and went to check on his residence.

……

His residence was originally the lord's residence, and it was also the largest room in the entire castle. It had been cleaned and tidied up very well.

The space is approximately 20 square meters.

The room is fully furnished with a bed, bookshelves, desk, and other essentials.

There was even a small flower that looked like coral on the windowsill, swaying gently in the sea breeze outside the window, making a crisp, bell-like sound.

"Well enough."

In fact, Kroya didn't have high expectations for this place, because the original owner had a "mansion technique" scroll left by his grandfather.

Its function is simply to "decorate" a space of up to forty square meters, and it also comes with a level one alert array.

This is a luxury item for lazy mages.

The original owner treasured it, but he wouldn't keep it as a mere object; he would use it when necessary.

So he immediately unrolled the scroll and placed a magic crystal on it, pondering: he felt that the magical civilization here seemed a bit strange.

Even a level one mage's carriage can be enhanced with spells like spatial folding, and there are also special spells like mansion spells, but the mage association in my memory wasn't that magical.

For a moment, he was also unsure of the true strength of the civilization here.

As he pondered, the scroll in his hand had already absorbed all the power of the magic crystal, and beautiful magical patterns unfolded from the scroll, extending like tentacles.

The surrounding decor underwent a dramatic transformation under this halo of light—

Ornate star patterns replaced the stone ceiling, the floor was covered with soft blankets, and the beds, desks, and bookshelves were all transformed into exquisitely crafted pieces.

Most importantly... hanging in the center of the ceiling was a strange blue lamp, with pale blue oil burning inside.

The lamp oil, when burning, emitted a delicate fragrance of blue lavender essential oil, a third-tier magical plant, which could help mages enter a meditative state.

This scene immediately stunned Kroya.

what?

Am I seeing things? Isn't this supposed to be a top-tier luxury mansion scroll? How come they offer this kind of special service?

(End of this chapter)