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

Chapter 83. News from Gopher Wood

After watching Elena leave, Chloa instructed King Muyao to hand her a copy of the "Manipulation Manual of Magic" before turning his attention back to the olive branch.

"It's still active." He breathed a sigh of relief.

This is what he just retrieved by using the magic within the secret notebook at the bottom of the lake to break the seal.

The sealing array, of unknown level, has kept the olive branches alive to this day, meaning they can be propagated through cuttings.

This is good news. Although the planting time may be a little longer, it doesn't matter as long as we can see results.

It's just time; time is the one thing he has no shortage of.

"Mokuyou, it's up to you!"

After resolving one of his concerns, he handed the olive branch to King Muyao, who had already prepared a magic field in the laboratory for direct cultivation.

He then picked up another bottle next to him and examined it closely.

The bottle contained a beige potion, with faint golden and blue light shimmering within it, making it look quite extraordinary.

It is a brand new potion that has been fully developed by the Solidified Bottle Grass, and is a mixture of the Sea Spirit Coconut potion and the Morning Dew potion.

After trying it out, Kroya discovered that the potency of this thing was not just increased several times... it was almost close to that of a level three magic potion.

But that's actually quite normal.

Its raw materials are the Yang Flame Power transformed from sunflowers and the essence of water, both of which are rare materials.

The exclusive engraving also incorporates the skills of a legendary mage.

If under such conditions, it would be abnormal to produce an ordinary magic potion.

"What a pity, I don't know how Serio is doing... Maybe we should sell it to Baron Kemoyer after he gets better."

What should I name him/her...?

Kroya muttered a couple of things, then opened the bottle and gulped it down in one go.

His health is definitely fine.

I simply wanted to try this new potion and experience its effects.

We've gone through so much trouble to create this magical potion; we can't just keep it to sell and not consume it ourselves, can we?

Earning magic crystals is for development and better enjoyment. If you want to eat them, of course you should eat them. Otherwise, wouldn't that be putting the cart before the horse?

"Hmm."

The potion had the warmth of the Sunfire power and the unique coconut fragrance of the Sea Spirit Coconut potion upon entering the mouth. The potion was extremely smooth and long-lasting, almost sliding down the throat all the way to the stomach.

Where it flows, there is first a slight burning sensation, followed by a long-lasting coolness.

As a mage, Kroya could feel their magic repairing her body—they would mend even the slightest abnormality.

Kroya closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling.

Let your thoughts slow down.

The sunflower fairy perched on his head, while the thirsty sea glow algae covered his body; both absorbed the sun's magic and then transferred it to Kroya.

Without him even making a move, the magical power within his body visibly increased.

Such days are truly delightful.

……

Time flies by in the midst of leisurely days.

Four days passed in the blink of an eye.

Kroya arrived at the lotus building on time at night. He observed the thorns growing on the carriage and couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

Those strange white thorns were now growing very lushly, and had even begun to grow towards the ground outside the carriage.

The pure white thorns, without a single flaw, were dazzling to the eye; their magic could not tolerate even the slightest other color.

It appears to remain firm.

However, through observation, Kroa saw that their celestial bodies had begun to become unstable, and the composition of their magic was gradually collapsing.

Under his gaze, the white thorns visibly withered and disappeared.

Almost in the blink of an eye, they withered completely, turning into ashes that fell to the ground.

"Justice is a thorn in the side..." He sighed, walked to the carriage, and lifted the curtain to look inside.

Baron Camoyer, who had looked rather pitiful, was now lying on a soft cushion, and the thorns that had covered his body had almost completely disappeared.

Only on his chest was there a small thorn.

Its color is different from the thorns we just saw. Although it is still white, it is not as pure as white. Instead, it has a kind of pure feeling.

Kroya carefully peeled it off Baron Kmoyer with his mage hands, then fed him a little potion.

Thorn was brought to Kroa by the mage's hand.

He stared at the thorns and suddenly noticed that its description had changed from "Justice Thorn" to "Justice Thorn Mother Plant".

This change startled Kroya slightly, and he immediately went to the other carriages to check them one by one.

As a result, all the thorns of justice on Baron Camoyer's men had disappeared, leaving no "mother plant" like the Baron did.

"Could this be the mother plant?"

He muttered to himself, "Then how does it spread?"

In the world of magic, there are actually many ways to spread one's magical essence, such as through bloodline, magical energy sources, and sources of rage...

Basically, once it's planted in one person, it will gradually infect everyone else through this method.

To deal with these demonic plants, simply remove the roots of their mother plant; the rest will wither and disappear on their own.

What's the situation with Baron Nakmoye?

After a brief moment of thought, he said with great certainty, "A contract."

If we must say that so many people have some connection with Baron Camoyer, then it's through contracts—which also fits its nature.

Generally speaking, these people will sign a blood pact with their master, enjoying special treatment while also having to do the most dangerous things.

After having this guess, a bead of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead, and his expression became somewhat serious.

A contract!

Isn't it the Temple of Order that spreads the most contracts in this world? Their roots all come from the divine power of order, so wouldn't you say they share the same origin?

If that's the case, and if the Temple of Order possessed such a magical plant, wouldn't it be able to make the Thorns of Justice bloom on everyone who has signed the Order Contract in a very short time?

How many contracts has the Temple of Order sold to date? And they've been sold at almost a discount, with the contracts connecting countless people.

Perhaps he was overthinking it, and he hoped it was just him overthinking.

He took a deep look at the thorns in his hand and placed them directly into the largest astral crystal bottle.

Before he figured things out, he probably wouldn't use these thorns casually, and he would even use the contract of order less often.

There are also multiple deities and methods to ensure the validity of the contract, so there's no need to worry too much.

……

The next day, as sunlight streamed through the ceiling, Baron Camille finally awoke.

He stretched as usual.

After stretching out, I realized that all the thorns around me had disappeared!

"Ah!?" The Baron couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. He quickly left the carriage and, sure enough, saw Kroya resting with her eyes closed outside.

"Master Kroya!"

He called out tentatively, and Kroya slowly opened her eyes, her gaze slightly weary.

The Baron thought that Chloe must have used some special magic to be so tired.

A magic that can dispel these thorns...

Thinking of this, his attitude became more respectful, even showing a hint of respect for superiors that he himself was unaware of.

"Thank you very much, Lord Chloe," the Baron said. "If there is anything I can do to help you, I swear on my family crest that I will do my utmost!"

For a nobleman, swearing an oath with his family crest is more solemn than swearing an oath to a god.

"That's good." Kroya nodded casually. "I've done what I promised you. Give this potion to your men; consider it a gift from me."

After giving him a brand new potion with the help of a mage's hand, he got up to leave.

Once Kemoye experiences the benefits of this potion, he's sure the other party will come looking for him.

But the baron, holding the bottle, called out to him, "Please wait a moment!"

"Hmm?" Kroa asked, puzzled.

Baron Kemoyer seemed to hesitate for a moment before saying in a low voice, "My lord mage, I will provide the materials. Could you help me make some magical artifacts or scrolls to fight against the undead?"

I... I can give you a message.

News about Gopherwood.

The words "Gopherwood" made Kroa's pupils shrink slightly.

That...that's a legendary level seven magical plant, and a special level seven magical plant at that, even the Mage Association's encyclopedia marks it as extremely rare.

It is a spiritual wood imbued with natural magic, and is said to possess some mysterious powers, capable of eliminating disasters and helping humans regulate their own fortunes.

When he first considered making his own harp artifact, the first thing that came to his mind was this peculiar magical plant—but that was just wishful thinking.

He tried asking the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce, but they only told him that he didn't have enough privileges and that he needed to be a level 5 or higher member to receive the message.

A treasure that you can't even buy.

Now, a mere baron claims to have information about such a magical plant?

My first reaction was disbelief.

Are you kidding me?

Kroa's eyes also conveyed this meaning.

But after saying that, the Baron calmed down and said very seriously, "I did not lie to you. I did find information about Gopherwood in the ruins."

He looked directly at Kroya and continued, "In that ruin, in the deepest part of the Land of the Dead, there is a sapling of Gopherwood! I saw it with my own eyes!"

"I want to cooperate with you. I want to obtain the treasures in the Land of the Dead. Gopherwood is yours to keep."

As he said this, his eyes were filled with a burning ambition, as fiery as a flame.

Clearly, this was a nobleman with his own ideas.

I want to climb higher, I want to achieve a higher position...

(End of this chapter)