I'm a mage, what's wrong with loving farming?

Chapter 115 115. Traces of Crows

Croa descended with the help of the Wind Spirit's Feather.

He glanced at the sea stone flowers piled up nearby and waved his hand. Immediately, three pairs of wizard hands began to move them and threw them into the reservoir for planting.

Regarding the construction of a freshwater filtration reservoir, Croa already had a comprehensive idea in mind, and now all that was left was to put it into practice.

While controlling the wizard's hand, Cloya added magic to his voice and said loudly: "I am very satisfied with your results, just like I promised you.

I will build a reservoir of fresh water.

You can then take the fresh water from it as you wish."

As he said this, he glanced at Rob.

The latter immediately understood.

He said respectfully: "Master Mage, Semir has collected 700 kilograms of sea stone flowers this time, and he is well-deserved to be the first!"

As he said this, he gently pushed Semir.

Semir staggered a little, but he mustered up his courage, looked at Cloya, and knelt down, "My lord!"

"Don't be nervous." Croa smiled slightly: "You have completed the task I issued perfectly.

You dived into the seabed for many dark nights, regardless of the hard work, and the sea and the fish recorded your efforts and told me about them.

"You deserve a reward."

"Tell me any wish you want. This is your reward."

The wizard's words immediately caused everyone to be amazed and disbelieve - a wish?
A wish promised by an extremely powerful wizard!
Their emotions were immediately aroused - anticipation, desire, surprise, joy, jealousy...

Various emotional sounds emerged one after another.

Although the musical sounds are different, they resonate with each other and together they can create a piece of music, a piece of music called... human emotions.

Croix, who was quietly listening to and feeling the music, seemed to understand something, and the fog covering the second chapter was dispelled a little.

You can just about make out its name: Symphony.

"A symphony... just a symphony?" Chloë was a little confused.

Logically speaking, the first few, whether it is Red Overture, Tranquil Serenade, or Orange Anthem, all have the prefix in front of them.

Only this one is called a symphony.

Are simpler names more special?
Kloya instinctively felt that this thing might not be as simple as he imagined, but he was unable to read and learn it now, so he had to give up.

However, it has been proven to be useful.

He had not originally thought about how to develop his territory, but suddenly he had an idea - did he need to recruit more people?
To be honest, this idea is actually a bit difficult.

Any lord with a brain would definitely know the importance of population, unless he purchased slaves in large quantities from merchants who specialized in selling slaves.

It is really difficult to start with these lords around you.

'Then let's look for a slave trader.'

As the territory gradually develops, there will definitely be things that need people to do, and there is no harm in having a larger population.

After he made this decision, he looked at Semir in front of him.

Only one minute had passed at this time.

The latter seemed to have thought carefully before begging: "Master Mage, can you teach us how to build a house?

It can protect us from the wind and rain, and we don’t have to endure the heat in summer and the possible cold in winter.”

When he made this wish, the emotions of the people present were almost unanimously shocked - Semir didn't make a wish for himself?
Is Semir praying to the Lord for knowledge and grace on our behalf?

They were immediately very moved.

After sensing these emotions, Kloya nodded slightly: "Yeah."

"If that's what you want."

He gathered his magic power and stepped lightly on the ground.

The white sand on the surrounding beaches suddenly gathered together, like building blocks built by invisible hands, and soon formed a house, a very ordinary bungalow.

It's a typical European cottage, two stories high and surrounded by a fence.

If it were placed in some simulation business games, it would probably be a basic building that can be unlocked without spending money, and it would be very unremarkable.

But for these people who build houses with stones and thatch, when have they ever seen such neat houses?
Especially the white sand walls make the house look very clean.

Just a simple color can make the house look particularly fresh and refined, making people unable to take their eyes off it.

They fell in love with the house almost immediately.

Croa pointed to the house and said, "I promise you, when it is built, as long as you work hard, you won't feel hot in the summer and cold in the winter.

You can get drinkable water anytime and anywhere, and you can also wash away the fatigue of the day when you return home at night and fall asleep in an absolutely safe and comfortable environment. "

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's emotions immediately became agitated and enthusiastic - this sounds simple, but... isn't such a simple and happy day what everyone of them is looking forward to?

"Thank you Lord Lord!"

As Samir knelt again, the people followed suit.

But this time, Cloya felt a little uncomfortable. It was that familiar feeling, similar to the feeling of faith and prayer.

This music would disrupt his magic and even put him in chains, forcing him to respond just for the sake of responding.

"This is the wish he made to me." Croa glanced at the crowd and said in a serious tone: "I am not a god, and I will not grant grace and miracles at will.

The fact that he was able to make a wish to me was entirely due to his own efforts.

The same goes for you.

No matter who it is, as long as they can complete my task and produce satisfactory results, I will reward them. "

This time he even used magic power. The sound echoed in everyone's ears, as if it was being engraved into their minds.

He didn't want the people in the territory to worship him as a god. Relying on higher-level miracles would only make people more lazy and unwilling to make progress, just like the story of the Sky Ark he had seen before.

All Croix wanted from it now was knowledge.

Magical plants that can be used at will with knowledge and combinations.

……

When Cloya said this.

bottom of the lake.

The mushroom, which was surrounded by the praying fireflies and was in the center, trembled slightly.

A platinum-colored circular shadow appeared above the mushroom.

A halo of light circulates above it, and the light appears as round and square particles, interweaving and converging.

Finally, a dazzling floating city was vaguely formed, with various high-rise buildings, gardens, oceans and grasslands...

Almost all landforms are included in it.

Although it was just a blurry shadow, one could still see the beauty and artistry of the buildings. It was so beautiful that it didn't seem like a miracle city that should exist in the mortal world.

It is supported by the light emitted by the platinum ring, which is more dazzling than the Kingdom of God.

The angel was awakened by the movement of the platinum ring.

He danced around the city in confusion, like the fireflies dancing in circles around him.

This situation lasted for about ten minutes.

The strange thing is that neither Kabamon nor the Wood Yao Qu Teng King who stayed here to guard the place noticed anything unusual.

As time passed, the ring gradually dimmed.

It is like a giant that is trying its best to lift the city but is gradually getting older. Because of its dimness, the city is also dimming.

A silver veil as hazy as moonlight seemed to appear on the surface of the city, gently covering this miraculous city.

Only one of the gardens was vaguely visible, and the various magical plants and flowers inside seemed to be resisting the moonlight, but they were unable to resist it for too long.

Eventually, the garden disappeared, too.

The angel returned to the mushroom, but did not fall asleep immediately. Instead, he stared at the sky and muttered:
"Miracle……"

“A miracle that happened to one person.”

After saying these two sentences, He fell asleep.

All the scenery disappeared and the lake bottom returned to calm again.

……

the other side.

Croa had finished his work on the sea and was taking a few lucky selected people to the underwater ranch.

He taught them how to pick magic crystal flowers and told them to take good care of the sheep, chickens, ducks and other animals on the seabed.

A few lucky ones naturally nodded their heads in agreement.

This is a great honor!
Although they had vaguely heard that the lord had built a ranch under the sea, they had never imagined that it would be such a ranch.

Today, the total area of ​​the air coral base has reached ten acres. Perhaps it is not a particularly large pasture if it is placed on land, but what about on the seabed?

Blue sheep, black-feathered chickens, and fish-tailed sea ducks stroll leisurely in the green grass, occasionally lowering their heads to nibble on the grass.

In the distance, bright sunlight shines down at regular intervals, making it quiet and beautiful.

God knows how shocked they were when they saw this scene. They even wished they could turn into these sheep, chickens and ducks.

Human beings are worse than sheep, chickens and ducks!
One of them was a short middle-aged man who used to be a mercenary. Looking at this scene, he suddenly remembered something.

Without hesitation, he walked behind Kloya and said respectfully: "My Lord, I have something to report to you!"

"Yeah." Kloya nodded: "Go ahead."

He was in a really good mood today, so he wanted to hear if there were any unexpected surprises.

As a result, this plain-looking middle-aged man actually gave him a surprise!
"My Lord, when I went out to sea yesterday, I discovered a moving island about ten miles to the north.

It seems that there is the same green grass you have here, and there is also the crow you asked to find at that time!"

Hearing what he said, Kloya suddenly realized that it was no wonder that he had not found the origin of those crows.

It turned out to be on a moving island.

Moving islands, crows, and possible existence of artificial magic trees and ancient forage fungi...

Adding all these things together, it seems like I need to go and see it in person.

(End of this chapter)