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

Chapter 95. The Light Three-Piece Set is complete.

After observing the flower from which clear water was flowing outwards, Kroya discovered that... its celestial body seemed to be a kind of summoning circle.

In other words, the water inside is all summoned from somewhere.

It was a very simple yet ingenious magic circle; the composition of the magic and the spell were something he had never seen before.

He tried to visualize it in his mind, but found that there were some parts that he simply couldn't understand.

Those seemed to be magical runes representing space.

"Never mind, I'll just have to write it down for now."

He silently wrote it down, intending to record it in the divine tree of the Sea of ​​Illusory Moon when he returned.

After putting that matter aside, he bent down, scooped up a handful of water, and asked curiously:

"The flower overflowing with blessings, so what is your effect...?"

Water slowly trickled through his fingers, and the dirt that had gotten on his fingers from inscribing the magic array quickly dissolved in the water.

It wasn't washed away by the water... it was purified.

He looked at his fair palms and felt as if they had been scrubbed clean after a shower, and then a soft-focus filter had been applied, making them exceptionally clean.

Her slender fingers were as if carved from white jade.

"Oh, it's actually quite nice." He shamelessly boasted, glancing to the side—

The fireflies that flew around him would occasionally dive into the water, and their light, instead of dimming, would become even brighter.

"So this effect is purification?" He thought for a moment and decided to give it a try.

He reached into the seashell artifact and took out a piece of filthy sharkskin.

The sharkskin still bore traces of blood and fire, and even contained a deep resentment—the resentment left behind by the shark before its death.

If you use it to make necromancy scrolls, this stuff is definitely a great material, but if you use it to make other scrolls, it's quite troublesome.

The resentment within can destroy the spell's runes and even cause unpredictable mutations in the original spell.

For mages, this kind of unstable factor is the most annoying.

"Can you purify it?"

He held the sharkskin in his mage's hand and slowly placed it into the spring. The moment the filthy sharkskin touched the spring water...

"Sizzle!"

It immediately produced countless bubbles.

The dirt on the sharkskin surface quickly receded under the washing of these bubbles, and was finally completely washed away by the spring water.

The sharkskin, which was originally a dark reddish-black color, turned into a deep blue, and its smooth texture was like blue silk.

Kroya blinked, took out the sharkskin and examined it carefully. She discovered that... not only had the surface dirt disappeared, but the chaotic magic inside had also been completely washed away.

Only the basic magic belonging to sharkskin remains.

Simply put, this one soak is all it takes to process the shark skin.

It can definitely be used to make scrolls or something.

"What's the principle behind this?"

Kroa was a little curious, so she took out another sharkskin and threw it in, wrapping her magic around it as she did so—this time she could truly feel what was going on.

It seemed to be an extremely high-frequency vibration; as the magic vibrated wildly, it cleaned away the dirt from the surface of the shark skin.

"Just like... ultrasonic cleaning technology? Except the bubbles are replaced with tiny magical particles... Hmm, this kind of magic is pretty powerful."

He muttered to himself, trying to imitate it with his own magic, but unsurprisingly failed.

Maintaining such magical particles and vibrational frequencies indefinitely is extremely difficult; at least with his current magical control methods, it's completely impossible.

However, he also understood the principle behind this thing, and perhaps he could replicate it in the future to create a fully automatic cleaning array.

After writing it down, he began making the holy water of prayer with satisfaction.

"Whoosh~~"

He poured out 500 milliliters of holy water from a silver metal bottle and held it up with divine power.

The divine power of platinum and the pure holy water are clearly distinct.

Immediately afterwards, he reached out and waved to the fireflies beside him.

"Whoosh~"

Immediately, a group of fifty fireflies flew over, and a wisp of pale golden flame shot out from the crystal cavity at their tails.

The wisps of flame appear very distinct. Each one seems to contain a tiny firefly dancing within it.

The flames eagerly plunged into the evenly spread holy water, and the pale golden flames burned within the holy water, quickly creating a strange spectacle of water and fire coexisting.

The firefly that had spewed flames fell to the ground with a "plop" and gradually dimmed.

They are not dead; they have only lost their outer shells. The flames are their true form.

Seeing this, Kroya breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems these fireflies are quite obedient, and the water probably played a role in that.

As fire elemental beings of the light element, they actually have an instinctive resistance to holy water, which is the most difficult part of making Holy Water of Light.

If they are unwilling to enter the water, or if they enter the water and cause a disturbance, the subsequent process cannot proceed.

Now is the perfect time.

Chloe muttered to herself, "Next..."

He gathered all his divine power, enveloping the 500 milliliters of holy water, and then squeezed it hard.

"Snapped!"

You can faintly hear something being crushed, like a bubble being popped.

That's... the flame of a firefly.

They were crushed by divine power.

As elemental beings, they are certainly capable of gathering together, but due to the weakened state after being crushed, they don't reassemble quickly.

Taking advantage of this moment, Kroya began to stir and used magic to urge them to blend with the holy water.

The power of the holy water smoothly began to fuse these flames that had shattered into particles smaller than dust.

The dazed fireflies had no ability to resist at all.

Soon, the holy water was tinged with a pale gold color.

The fireflies had no choice but to accept this situation and begin to adapt, their flames surging within the holy water.

Since there's no way to escape it, we just have to accept it.

The holy water also changed from pure water into a strange texture similar to jelly—the water was mixed with burning, dancing pale golden flames.

Gorgeous.

"Mission accomplished!"

Kroya nodded in satisfaction. He struck while the iron was hot, taking out a piece of refined holy white iron and putting it into the holy water of prayer.

The holy white iron quickly softened in the flames of the holy water of prayer.

Taking advantage of this moment, Kroya used his mage's hand to stretch and carefully shape the holy white iron, creating a silver-white feather.

Each feather is only about three centimeters long and is extremely delicate.

Meanwhile, before the holy white iron has completely cooled and hardened, it is engraved with the sacred magic runes recorded in "Miracle of Light".

Those magical patterns really looked like the patterns on a feather, and they became even more beautiful and holy.

Because of the two different magical powers combined with the blessing of the Crimson Overlap, Kroya used two mage hands to create it at an extremely fast speed.

It took about two hours to complete all 360 feathers needed for the Wings of Prayer.

They floated silently in front of Kroya, each feather shimmering with the silver metallic glow of the Holy White Iron and the pale golden glow of the Holy Water of Prayer.

"call."

Kroya let out a soft breath and rubbed his temples. He was still a little tired from using his mental energy so intensely.

Fortunately, only the last step is left.

"Go."

He waved his hand, commanding the holy water of prayer, which was floating in mid-air due to the power of the fireflies, to cover his wings.

The holy water clung to the surface of the feathers and writhed.

As they covered the feathers, because they were elemental life forms, their bodies gradually seeped into the gaps between the feathers.

This process took half an hour.

When they had completely seeped in, Kroya waved his hand one last time, completely opening up the magic runes inscribed between the feathers.

As the final step was completed, the feathers were magically linked together, transforming into a pair of wings made of metal.

It floated in mid-air, its wings outstretched.

Strands of holy water flowed over the feathers, connecting them together with lines formed by sacred magic.

When they are together, they are wings; when they are apart, they are individual feathers and holy water.

And most importantly, it can fly!

A single completed Prayer Wing can support approximately 300 kilograms of life, allowing even a knight in full armor to take flight.

It looks sacred and beautiful.

At this point, the Prayer Wings are completely finished.

It can be updated and iterated in the future, using a second, different sacred metal, to create another pair of wings.

According to the records in "Miracle of Light", a maximum of twelve different pairs of wings can be created, and their abilities will become extremely powerful.

"So beautiful," Chloe couldn't help but exclaim.

The joy of transforming raw materials into finished products by hand, meticulously crafting each step, is truly captivating.

If this thing could recognize only one master, Kroya would have been planning to wear it herself and try flying.

"Let's take a break before continuing."

After finishing the creation of the Wings of Light, he played with the Kaba Beasts and fireflies for a while, watching them spin and dance.

They also unexpectedly discovered that the fireflies were preparing to build nests around the mushrooms—they were spewing out a liquid form of divine power from their mouths.

They weave together like grass fibers to form nests.

These guys clearly like it here.

"That's good. This will make it much more convenient when we need you in the future." Kroya nodded.

……

After resting enough and recovering his mental and magical power, he began to work on the last item, the Light Connection Scroll.

To make this thing... his first step is to start mixing the clay.

Yes, most of the scrolls in "Miracle of Light" are actually made of clay tablets, but the types of clay vary.

For now, ordinary clean mud will suffice.

After pouring out the clean soil, he first filtered it in the spring water next to him.

Only when the soil became visibly purer did he pour in the holy water and begin mixing it with water in a 2:1 ratio.

The grayish-black soil gradually brightened after being mixed with holy water. Furthermore, with Kroya continuously infusing it with divine power, it transformed from gray into a pure white.

Time passed slowly.

When the last trace of gray finally faded away.

A square clay slab, approximately ten centimeters wide and ten centimeters long, was then completed.

Kroya took out an awl made of holy white iron and slowly began to carve on it, this time the movements were even slower and more careful than before.

Every stroke and every line is done with utmost care.

From the edge of the clay tablet, he began to gradually inscribe a series of light magic spells, including Holy Light, Spear of Light, Pure White Blade, and Chains of Guilt.

The alchemical patterns representing the magic of light fill in from the edges toward the center of the clay tablet. With each stroke, the divine power that had already seeped into the interior of the tablet connects to form a line.

This time, it took him a whole day to finally paint the alchemical patterns on all the parts of the clay tablet except for the center.

"Phew, it's finally finished."

He let out a long sigh and carefully put it away.

The final step requires Baron Camoyer's personal presence to complete.

Having spent so much time and energy, he decided to take a break to check on his magical plants and beasts, and see if he could imprint something on them.

(End of this chapter)