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

Chapter 79. Building a House Casually

For the place to settle Baron Kemoye and his men, Kroya chose a valley just inside the entrance to Han Reef Island. The valley was about four or five acres in size and quite desolate.

There were hardly any plants or springs, so no one lived there at all.

However, since it was far from the residents' homes and had only one entrance and exit, he felt it was the perfect place.

What he needed to do was to use magic to create a "healing facility" large enough to accommodate Baron Kermoyer and his men.

Level 3 mage, double cyclone.

In terms of magic power, it should be sufficient.

"Let's begin."

After taking a deep breath, Kroya pressed his hands down, casting magic on the earth. Ripples of two-colored magic spread from his palms towards the ground.

It quickly covered an area of ​​about half an acre.

Orange and red magic intertwined, leveling the land while simultaneously manipulating the earth and rocks to rise.

The originally uneven ground, under the influence of magic, gradually became as smooth as a mud pit.

At the same time, walls grew out of the soil, increasing in height and bending at a visible rate—according to the blueprints formed by Kroya's mental energy, they would eventually converge at the top, forming a tightly closed lotus bud-shaped building.

It wasn't that he wanted to show off his skills on purpose, but he suddenly felt like doing it. Doing so would also help him control his mental power, so he could treat it as a form of training.

If you want to do it, then do it.

Besides, isn't the point of mastering magic to do what you want? Now, by trying to create complex buildings with special shapes, you can expand the castle and build mage towers in the future.

He wants to gradually transform the entire island into the most pleasing form, and he'll start trying now.

……

With the resonance of magic.

Soon, a lotus-shaped building covering half an acre of land appeared inside the valley. Its petals were closed, each one exquisite, with visible patterns.

The window was cleverly hidden within the folds of the petals, so it looked seamless and completely flawless.

The only downside is that it's made of clay, so it looks rather dusty.

Cloa stood in the center of the building.

The surrounding area was filled with two-colored magic that was gradually calming down, and further away it was empty, with no rooms or anything else.

"call."

He breathed a sigh of relief, looked around at his masterpiece, and nodded in satisfaction.

For a level three mage to possess such magical power is nothing short of a miracle; such a complex structure is far more difficult to construct than a tall building.

If he hadn't cultivated the Rainbow Poem, which contains special meditation methods and techniques for stabilizing magic power, amplifying magic power, and tempering mental strength, it would have been absolutely impossible for him to build such a structure.

He felt somewhat tired.

But it is far from reaching its limit.

So he continued to refine the details—first and foremost, he needed a light source.

He took out a magic crystal he had made in his spare time from the seashell he carried with him and stuffed a ball of bright light into it.

This is a level one magic spell called Light.

The effect is to summon a ball of light, the duration of which is affected by the amount of magic power supplied.

These magic crystals have been engraved with special magic runes from the magic lamps he found in the secret chamber at the bottom of the lake, which can maximize the output and stability of magic power.

After making about thirty or so, he was surrounded by piles of magic crystal balls the size of footballs.

The luminous magic within them emitted a bright light, each one resembling a small white sun.

"It's alright, this is pretty good."

Kroya sensed the composition of the magic runes above. Because of the stable magic runes obtained from the lamps in the secret chamber at the bottom of the lake, the light spell inside would definitely last for ten days.

We could even consider connecting a magic conduit specifically to power them, so they could continue to glow.

"Go." He controlled the mage's hand to take the magic crystal balls and send them to the slots that had been prepared above.

As more than thirty crystal balls were successively placed into the recesses, along with the ice-formed refracting mirrors that had been made around them.

The previously dark ceiling was immediately illuminated by a bright light.

It was like stars hanging in the dark night sky.

The light, not very bright but certainly not dark, instantly illuminated the entire space.

Finally, Kroya cast her spell once again.

"~~~~~"

This time he opened his mouth, and a soft sound, absolutely impossible for an ordinary human to produce, came from his throat, mixed with the vibration of magic.

It's like a tranquil night sky, with the silvery moonlight like a veil and the gently swaying ocean; just listening to it makes you feel drowsy.

They linger here.

Anyone who enters this place will be hypnotized by this music and gradually drift into a peaceful dream.

This magic was inspired by the Mermaid Song and the third-level mental magic, Hypnosis. The magical composition of the Mermaid Song can be described as extremely exaggerated.

It is not only long-lasting, but it can also cover a large area.

For example, if you cast a spell like this once, the music will definitely last for three or four days.

What he wanted was for Baron Kemoyer and his men to fall into a deep sleep after entering the place, so that he could say he used some means to help them remove the thorns while they were sleeping.

As for things like eating and excretion...

Just do it while they're sober.

Let them wake up once a day, feed them something nutritious, and give them a little bit of diluted magic potion.

"Let's do it this way!"

"Alright, now I'll just wait until this is over before continuing the modifications."

After successfully completing his mission, Kroya left satisfied.

Not long after he left, Robert sent men with four carriages to slowly drive into the interior of the lotus-shaped building.

Baron Cameron had wanted to check out his surroundings, but as soon as the carriage entered, the soft, melodious sounds echoing around him made him drowsy.

He couldn't even last a few seconds before falling into a deep sleep, and so did his men.

Ever since those thorns pierced his body, he hadn't had a good night's sleep. Now that he was finally able to fall asleep, he was practically lost in a dream.

……

the other side.

Having left the lotus-shaped building she had created, Kroya arrived at the warehouse.

Robert himself waited for him there.

However, the butler's expression was a little subtle, and there was an owl perched on his shoulder?

The owl's body was semi-illusory, with a visible golden skeleton inside, yet it emitted a holy white halo, and there was even a halo behind its head.

"A holy ghost??"

Even from a distance, Kroya could sense the aura of death emanating from this strange owl.

The rainbow poem he cultivated came from the power of the sun, which was almost equivalent to the manifestation of absolute vitality. Logically speaking, he should have an innate aversion to such undead creatures.

Strangely enough, he didn't feel uncomfortable or have any obvious aversion.

"Coo coo~~~"

Upon seeing Kroya, the white ghost owl's soul fire visibly swelled in its eyes before it immediately spread its wings and flew over.

It flew merrily around Kroa.

The white halo behind its head continuously sprinkled wisps of fluorescent dust, which fell to the ground and gradually accumulated.

Kroa, surrounded by ghostly owls, had already used the Celestial Body Imprint Technique to see what the owl's Celestial Body looked like.

In fact, the power of undead creatures is considered negative energy, and in a sense, they can be considered a type of elemental creature.

The magic of death gradually permeates their souls, and eventually almost all undead creatures become cold and ruthless, filled with resentment and hatred towards the living.

A magic master once said that in the vision of the dead, the whole world is only the color of life and death, and there are no other colors.

In other words, its astral form should be grayish-black.

But the result?

Kroa saw that its celestial body was a stable and holy white, and could hear some cheerful "cooing" sounds coming from inside.

There are also some scattered thoughts.

It seems to be—

"sun!"

"Such a warm and magical power."

"I want the sun..."

Kroa: "..."

The name of this ghost owl... the answer given by the Celestial Imprint is "Ghost Owl", which is completely unremarkable.

It's quite rare to see a ghost that wants the sun.

"Why is this so strange?" Kroa shook his head in confusion and continued to examine it closely. Suddenly, he noticed a strange shadow on the astral body on its head.

That was... an olive branch?

To be precise, it should be a processed, completely elementalized olive branch. Rather than a magical plant, it is more like a magical artifact.

Its surface is engraved with dense, intricate magical patterns, covering the entire branch. It is this pattern that radiates a warm glow, forming a white halo that dispels the negative emotions brought on by the owl's taint of death magic.

"..."

He was certain he hadn't misread it.

This branch is definitely a branch of the Evergreen Olive Tree, exactly the same as the one I saw earlier using the Astral Imprint Technique.

Is its effect simply to eliminate negative emotions? Is it really that simple?

Kroa looked thoughtfully at the glowing dust piled on the ground, then picked up a bit with his mage hand.

After observing it, he realized that it looked like sawdust.

Olive branch sawdust?

"Hmm."

Based on the existing information, he guessed that the halo was made by drawing magic patterns on treated evergreen olive branches, and its effect was to dispel the negative emotions brought about by the magic of death.

This ensures that the undead will not want to perish.

But it's been shedding sawdust all this time, doesn't that mean there's a time limit? If the sawdust runs out, will the owl turn back into a gloomy, undead creature?

And... what's it used for?

(End of this chapter)