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

Chapter 69. Coconut Trees with Shared Interests (Please continue reading)

Darkness reigns in the distance, but light shines brightly overhead—this feeling is truly wonderful. The stark contrast between darkness and sunlight makes the sky resemble a vividly colored painting.

It was truly magnificent.

He sat on the rocks by the sea, silently gazing into the distance.

I wasn't thinking about anything; I was just sitting here, gazing blankly at the view of the sea and sky.

It took me quite a while to gradually come to my senses.

Have you been overworking yourself lately?

Chloe muttered to herself, "I've actually gotten so caught up in this situation that I don't want to leave. I guess I'm really getting tired from all the rush."

A cool sea breeze brushed against his cheeks, and the moisture brought by the storm gathered in the air, creating a dazzling rainbow that hung in the sky.

Logically speaking, the bright sunshine and lingering magic of the downpour should make this an ideal time for meditation.

But he just didn't really want to meditate.

He simply manipulated his magic power, resonating the three chapters of the Crimson Song that he had now completed, and the resonating magic power formed a pleasant melody.

It lingered all around.

He was immersed in the pleasure of freely releasing his magic power. To be honest, it felt really good, releasing his magic power without any restraint or reservation.

The Red Song is a poem that praises the sun, and it seems to be in its element in this environment. The music even resonates with the magic of the surrounding sunlight.

The crimson halo burned fiercely in the sunlight like flames, and pulsed as if it were alive and self-aware.

As the music traveled further, the crimson halo also moved farther and farther away, covering an increasingly larger area, eventually enveloping the entire island and the surrounding sunlit sea.

The magnificent flames can be seen just by looking up.

It was as if a legendary mage was casting a spell.

This situation lasted for about five minutes before finally ending when Kroya's magic power was completely depleted.

"So, it turns out I have to sing."

Kroya seemed to be deep in thought. He had always regarded the poem of the rainbow as a special meditation method and means, but he had overlooked the fact that it was a poem that could be sung.

Moreover, after this chanting, he still felt like something was missing...

"Hmm."

After thinking it over carefully, he realized that he was missing an instrument, the instrument that bards were meant to play.

If I had an instrument that could channel magic, it would probably be much easier for me to study the Crimson Song and even other chapters in the future.

The first thing that came to his mind was the harp, a musical instrument that the original owner's grandfather had once used.

The harp is one of the instruments commonly used by bards, and in a sense, there is a connection between the playing of the strings and the resonance of magic.

Now that he had cultivated this special meditation method, he needed to equip it with a special magic tool. He no longer found the standard magic staff issued to him by the Royal Capital Mage Association to be of much lower quality.

"I'll go back and check with the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce, or I can buy the materials and make it myself."

He had a vague idea in his mind—wouldn't it be better to make a harp from a living, continuously growing magical plant and then imprint some magical markings on it?

Just like the "natal magic treasures" and "spiritual magic treasures" I saw in my past life.

Honestly, there's actually a very suitable one right now.

Seaweed luminifera.

That thing resonated deeply with his magic and was even imprinted with the Crimson Song, but how could the properties of the fluorescent algae be used to create a suitable magical artifact?

Strings?

Can those algae be made into musical strings?

The body of the instrument is out of the question, as it needs to be engraved with magical runes that amplify magic power and mental strength.

After thinking about it for a while, Chloe didn't dwell on it any longer. If she wanted to make her own harp, she would need to buy the corresponding instruction manual.

The materials are not complete yet, so thinking about it is pointless.

He stood up, intending to inspect his territory.

……

First, we arrived at the coconut tree area.

To be honest, he's really looking forward to it.

When he arrived, he found an apprentice carefully clearing away the dead branches and leaves brought by the storm.

This person appears to be one of the three apprentices from that time.

It seems to be called...

"Jamie," he said, "how long have you been here?"

Upon hearing his voice, the apprentice, who was working with his head down, quickly bowed and said, "Master! I've been here for a while now."

"Hmm, not bad."

Kroya casually asked, "I asked the three of you to help Bartos take care of these coconut trees, why are you the only one here?"

Upon hearing the mage's question, Jamie's face showed a hint of struggle, but he still honestly answered, "They went home first."

I'm home now.

It's perfectly normal to go home and visit your family after a storm.

"Oh." Chloe nodded without changing her expression, then suddenly asked curiously, "And you? Why don't you go home?"

"I...I have no home anymore." Jerome's expression was somewhat dejected.

There is clearly a very sad story behind this, and it is most likely one of countless sad stories.

Kroya was in a good mood today, so he didn't really want to hear stories that might affect his mood, because even if he did hear them, it wouldn't change anything.

So he simply pointed to the coconut tree: "It's about to become a magical plant. Since they're not here, you should take a good look. Learning magic and cultivating magical plants is something for you to do in the future."

After he finished speaking, he looked intently at the coconut trees.

Jamie's face lit up with joy—he already knew what Chloe meant.

As it turned out, the coconut tree did not disappoint him.

Apart from the coconut tree that Kroya used the essence of water to cultivate into a magical plant, the bark of the remaining fourteen coconut trees also tends to turn white.

Although their branches and leaves were visibly damaged after being battered by storms, they appeared even more vibrant.

The slimes were carrying rainwater that hadn't fully seeped into the ground, diligently watering the plants.

As elemental beings, slimes are naturally able to gather magic power within their jelly-like bodies, making them quite adept at moving magic.

Watching them diligently carrying water, Kroya slowly walked forward and carefully observed the coconut trees that were about to transform into magical plants.

Through his astral body, he could see that the largest coconut tree in the very center seemed to be emitting an invisible wave that spread outwards.

When a coconut tree comes into contact with this fluctuation, its normally dim astral body will light up slightly, as if a spark has been rekindled.

It's very strange.

Kroa had previously observed the evolution process of the Pure White Sea Coconut. They seemed to have degenerated from magical plants into ordinary plants—their astral bodies were not reconstructed, but rather relit.

Time passed second by second.

The bark of the coconut trees is becoming increasingly shiny.

Ultimately, it transformed into a texture resembling white jade.

They turned into demonic plants.

Moreover, after they transformed into demonic plants, Kroya immediately sensed their yearning consciousness—

"Big brother has someone to serve him!"

"We want to too!"

"Slime, slime!"

Kroya blinked, then became interested—just as he had thought, with a magical plant guiding them, they really did want to learn summoning magic.

It seems that my own army of summoned creatures is just around the corner.

(End of this chapter)