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

Chapter 62. The Holy Light Four-Leaf Clover (Please continue reading)

Sometimes, what you worry about will inevitably happen—for example, Chloe felt the rain wouldn't stop so soon.

As it turned out, it really did last for three whole days without stopping. And it rained harder and harder, as if a hole had been torn in the sky.

The entire castle had become damp and cold, as if it had suddenly turned from summer into late autumn, making people feel cold and worried from the bottom of their hearts.

An ominous aura mingled with the chilling magic.

Such rainfall naturally leads to a lot of trouble.

For example, there are a series of complicated and trivial matters such as the placement of farm servants on the island, the storage of supplies, drainage, and how to handle crops.

With the sudden increase in rainfall and the complete absence of sunlight, Kroya was unable to meditate.

Therefore, he had no choice but to suspend his own progress, gather his current team, and hold a meeting to confirm the current situation.

The meeting was attended by Rob, the four knights, and Bartos, the former lord of the Isle of the Reef.

Inside the meeting room.

Cloa, seated at the head of the table, asked Bartos directly, "Has this happened before?"

Bartos looked bitter: "No, although Han Reef is located by the sea, it has never rained like this for so long. The heaviest rain during my tenure lasted only one day."

As expected.

What caused this abnormal rain?

"Hmm." Kroya nodded slightly, then looked at Rob: "How are the personnel arrangements going?"

Robert's face was a little pale from the hard work he had been doing these past few days.

This was only possible because of the morning dew potion and sea coconut potion provided by Kroya; otherwise, I probably would have collapsed from exhaustion.

He immediately replied, "The servants and their grain have all been moved to higher ground and are being looked after by people sent by Atlantis."

Although his complexion was not good, his voice was still full of energy.

Art quickly replied, "Don't worry, Master, there will absolutely be no problem over there."

As a knight, he understood perfectly what Kroya was worried about.

Such torrential rain and strong winds, and this was the first time such extreme weather had occurred since Kroya's arrival.

If someone makes inappropriate statements, such as "the lord brought disaster" or "the gods are unhappy with Kroya's rule over Han Reef," it will be disastrous.

If some people actually believe that, it will definitely shake Cloa's authority, increase the difficulty of management, and may even lead to a riot.

Although it won't pose any threat to Kroa, it would definitely be very troublesome if something like this happened.

Therefore, everything must be nipped in the bud before it happens.

Therefore, it doesn't matter if some people are killed—this is tacitly accepted.

"Okay, I believe you." Kroya paused for a second. "How's the harvest of the Sea God's barley going? How much is edible?"

Thanks to Elena's continuous supply of tears, the sea god barley, which had already grown very well, expanded to a planting area of ​​two acres.

On the first day of rain, Robert, having listened to Bartos, misjudged the duration of the heavy rain and failed to send anyone to salvage the harvest.

He felt something was wrong the next morning.

They sent people to salvage the harvest, but even with the help of the dolphins, ducks, and fish arranged by Kroya, it took a lot of effort and time to barely manage to salvage a portion.

It's already the third day, and Kroya is only now asking him questions, which is already giving him plenty of time.

Robert replied, "About half of them are edible."

Kroya's expression softened slightly. This incident made him realize that simply planting them by the sea was absolutely not enough.

If this situation were to occur again, and the scale of planting were large, harvesting would be even more difficult, and there might even be a loss of manpower.

His servants were his wealth, and he intended to train them well, not to use them as expendable resources.

After a moment's thought, Kroya continued, "Then keep an eye on them. Once the torrential rain is over, I'll think of a way to plant them on the island."

How much food is left in the castle?

"I had just bought a batch of food from Seliuri before the rainstorm, enough to last for half a month."

Kroya wasn't too worried about this; if all else failed, he could always buy some food through the Holy Spring Merchant Guild.

In the world of mages, ordinary grains don't really cost much.

……

Over the next half hour, Chloe questioned him about everything, big and small. For some of these matters, he didn't offer direct solutions, but rather guided Rob and the knights to devise ways to solve them.

After all, he was a time traveler and often surfed the internet, so he knew some basic knowledge about preventing epidemics.

The cold, damp, and unsanitary environment, coupled with so many people living together in the cave, would make it incredibly difficult to resolve the outbreak if someone fell ill and contracted the disease.

Just as they were discussing, Muyao Qutengwang suddenly nudged him and said, "Master, there's something strange about the lake in the back mountain."

Upon hearing this, Kroya's heart skipped a beat. These were truly turbulent times; hopefully, it wasn't anything bad.

Without saying a word, he left the meeting room and headed towards the lake behind the castle with a gloomy expression.

The moment he stepped into the rain, a pale blue shield made of magic shimmered around him, like a sphere enveloping him.

The rainwater was magically separated at his feet, and the mud could not touch him at all. He walked straight towards the back mountain, his steps hurried.

When he arrived at the lake, he was shocked to find...

A holy white beam of light rose from the lake and slowly flew toward the sky.

It seemed to rise with great difficulty, as if every meter it rose required immense effort, and the holy light would dim slightly.

Despite this, the light still illuminated the surroundings, and a very neutral yet compassionate voice seemed to echo faintly—

"If the rain never stops, let it all fall on me."

Kroya stood silently to the side, her eyes fixed on a small white blade of grass at the center of the beam of light.

That blade of grass had four leaves, no bigger than a baby's palm, looking very delicate, yet so sacred.

But it was surrounded by a wing-shaped halo, as if an angel was embracing it. It rose higher and higher within the pillar of light, seemingly ascending into the highest clouds.

Kroya initially thought this was another holy light aggregate created by the mushroom, but he inadvertently sensed the astral body of the little grass.

To his surprise, the celestial beings inside the grass were composed of very regular but simple lines, looking like a spell model.

Its consciousness was also very pure, simply echoing:

"rain……"

Please don't leave anything behind.

"I will bear the abnormal dark clouds."

At the same time, Kroa also learned its name—

[The Four-Leaf Clover: Holy Light and Magic Dispel the Dark Clouds]

A very unique name.

"..."

Through its consciousness, Kroa seemed to see the mushroom quietly growing at the bottom of the lake, and also the pure white angel spreading its wings.

He seemed to see Chloe as well.

They made eye contact.

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(End of this chapter)