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

Chapter 295: The Messenger of Decay, My Music
After the bonfire party, the mermaid lady who was in charge of the development of this area found Cloya.

She did not hide her respect for Kloaya even when there were no outsiders around. The man in front of her was the godfather of the next king of the mermaids.

Who made the current king and queen give birth to such a single child? The succession of royal power in this extraordinary race is actually better than that in the human kingdom, after all, it is all about bloodline.

Treden has the blood of the mermaid king in his body. Even if he just spends every day in the sea like a salted fish, he can become a legend after a thousand years. A legend blessed by the gods.

After knowing this, Kloya was silent for a long time, and finally just sighed deeply.

This damn bloodline!
"My Lord," the mermaid asked cautiously, "Do you want me to arrange the drinks myself? I have sealed them with magic."

"Huh?" Kloya was puzzled: "Why should it be sealed? I plan to use it."

"..."

At this time, the mermaid was about to cry.

If you don't make it clear, who knows whether you want to use it or take it back for other arrangements. She has served the royal family for so many years and has long developed the habit of being cautious.

She really didn't dare to do anything without clear instructions. Although she wouldn't make any contribution, at least she wouldn't be at fault.

But Croa also realized that he had not explained it clearly.

"It's my fault that I didn't explain it clearly." He smiled and said, "Next, use these drinks to transform the land. I have signed a contract with the Rock Ape Tribe, and they will continue to provide drinks.

By the way...

The rock apes are actually very good at farming. If possible, recruit them to help with farming.

After all, they are the natives of the mountains in the western border and know a lot about this land. I suspect there are some special existences in this long mountain range.

Call for backup if necessary."

"Ok!"

Miss Mermaid nodded repeatedly, wrote down everything, and then left quietly.

Because she noticed a figure approaching not far away.

Now Cloya still wants to continue to maintain her identity as a worker, so she certainly won’t be stupid enough to expose it.

"Quite smart."

After watching her leave, Croa said something and looked to the side. He raised his voice and asked, "Why aren't you joining the bonfire party over there?"

The person who came, the warrior Robas, looked a little strange at the moment. He seemed to be very cautious, and there was a look of fear on his face.

Croa: “???”

He felt more and more puzzled, and then he heard Robas say: "Master Yaluo, when I was working during the day, I heard that there was a ghost here!"

As he said this, he looked around, his expression of fear becoming more and more obvious.

"..."

ghost?
For a moment, Kloya felt confused and didn't know what to say.

You are a warrior, with abundant blood and energy, you can easily kill a few ghosts, how come you are still afraid?
But I don’t know if fear is actually contagious.

Just after Robas said this, Cloya suddenly felt that the darkness around him seemed to become deeper, and the plants growing in the mountains swayed in the wind, and the branches and leaves looked like ghostly limbs.

The fog in the mountains became increasingly hazy, and the air seemed to be filled with a chilling chill that made people shudder.

"Ok?"

He frowned and looked around.

In his magical perception, he could actually feel a strange soul approaching, and its strength even surprised him.

What kind of a jinx are you? After you said that, something strange really appeared.

"Let's go!" Robas was already panicking.

"It's too late." Kloya shook his head helplessly and looked at the shadow in the deep fog.

It was a slender figure.

It has three pairs of six strange, long and thin arms, and a pair of dry wings made of withered feathers behind it. It wears a strange white skirt and has a blank face without any facial features.

It's really weird, and among dead creatures it's one that makes people feel uncomfortable.

Not to mention encountering such a thing in such an environment, even in broad daylight, you would probably be scared if you encountered such a weird thing.

"You you you you you!" Robas suddenly drew out his sword, which was an ordinary steel sword.

He stood tremblingly in front of Kroa - it was normal for a warrior to stand in front of the "weak" bard and wizard.

But the unenchanted sword in his hand would probably be less painful than tickling a real undead creature.

He lowered his voice and said, "Why don't you run first and find someone to rescue me later!"

"fine."

Kloya was not nervous at all. He quickly identified the type of undead, an undead creature called "Withering Merchant".

As the name suggests, they are here to do business.

According to legend, it is a favored creature of the god of the underworld, able to cross the barriers between the world of the living and the world of the dead at will, and exchange the specialties of the underworld for items from the world of the living.

In a sense, this "Withered Merchant" is actually a kind of beneficial undead creature. Many magicians look forward to encountering them so that they can obtain materials unique to the underworld.

However, I heard that these things will choose "suitable" objects to trade, and no one has been able to explain their trading logic so far.

Why did it suddenly appear here now?
Is there anything here that fits the bill?

While Cloya was hesitating, the Withered Merchant had already floated in front of Robas, stretched out his arm, and held something in his white palm.

"Humanity."

"Please trade with me."

Oh? It was a deal with Robas.

This was indeed something Croya had not expected. It was rare that he was not the protagonist.

So he looked curiously at what the merchant was holding in his hand - it was a strange rib made of crystal, about the length of a palm.

Robas was also stunned on the spot. He was a little at a loss, but instinctively felt that this matter was very important to him.

The Withered Merchant continued, "I have heard your wish. You want to control that huge golem. You want to get a higher status... This rib can satisfy you.

You only need to insert the ribs into your body, and you can control the golem through the power of the ribs. The golem will be like your own body."

Controlling the golem?
Cloya became more and more confused. His own golem control system used the Ark's magic pattern structure and the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce's encryption algorithm. How could this thing be connected to it?

Robas looked at the crystal-like ribs and swallowed his saliva. He was really looking forward to getting this treasure so that he could drive the golem more skillfully.

But he is not a fool. Since it is a deal...

"What do I have to pay?" He was no longer afraid now. His expectations and desire for the future made him no longer afraid.

A line like a child's random scribble appeared on the Withered Merchant's blank face, as if it was grinning.

"Give me your rib in exchange," it said.

"..." After a brief hesitation, Robas actually took off his clothes, thrust the sword into his chest, blood spurted out, and a rib was cut off.

"!!!"

His speed was so fast and decisive that even Cloya had no time to react, and naturally there was no way to stop him. Moreover, Cloya could feel that there was no fluctuation of spiritual magic, which meant that it was Robas's own choice, and even Cloya had no position to stop him.

"What a ruthless person! He cut his own ribs?" Kloya couldn't help but gasp.

Robas's face was pale with pain, his lips trembling constantly, and even in the cold wind, his forehead was covered with sweat. He handed the fresh rib to the Withered Merchant.

The latter held the rib in his hand, blood dripping from between his fingers, and he bowed slightly: "Thank you for the deal, then I will also help you do something.

I look forward to continuing to do business with you."

It tore off a corner of its white skirt, wrapped the crystal rib directly around it and threw it at Robas's wound.

In the glow of magic, the crystal ribs instantly merged into the latter's body, and the wound was covered with white cloth.

At first glance, it looked like white cloth had grown out of the wound.

A magic pattern flickered faintly on the white cloth - the magic pattern made Cloya's pupils shrink slightly. He was so familiar with this pattern. Wasn't it the one he often used to splice broken limbs?

The magic of the Holy See of Light, the secret teachings of the Knights of Salt Mountain, the magic from the Goddess of Life...it doesn't seem like it has anything to do with the undead.

He was thinking about whether to force this guy to stay.

But I don't know if it felt anything.

Anyway, after the transaction was completed, the Withered Merchant's figure gradually disappeared, and the way he became invisible was almost exactly the same as the way the Angel of the Lyre left the main plane.

Croa missed the opportunity, but was relieved.

The main reason is that this thing is too special, and even he doesn't want to have any connection with the kingdom of death.

Especially...his Valhalla was actually violating the laws of the underworld, forcibly fixing the dead souls in the world of the living.

Faced with these special beings that may be connected to the goddess of the underworld, I still feel a little guilty.

So Cloya watched it disappear completely, then reached out and plucked his harp, throwing a ball of green light containing life force towards Robas.

It's normal for a bard to know some healing magic.

With his healing magic, Robas's face quickly turned from pale to rosy, and the young warrior smiled: "Thank you, Master Arlok. Could you please not tell anyone about what happened to me this time?"

Croix sighed softly: "This is not a good choice, my friend.

What kind of thing is this? If you embed it into your body, will there be any problems? "

The answer was the joyful voice of Robas: "But without the help of this treasure, it will take me a long time to master the engineering golem.

I want to work hard to make money, I want to get more magic crystals..."

He looked at Cloya: "I know you are not as simple as you seem. What seems so casual to you is my future."

"I'm sorry, I lied to you... Actually, I not only want to listen to your music, but also want to be your friend."

"..."

Chloe was stunned.

He did have many ways and arguments to convince Robas, but he remained silent.

The North does provide many job opportunities and a ladder for many people to climb up, but this ladder requires many people to crowd together and move forward.

Perhaps this really was a shortcut for Robas—as was making friends with this seemingly extraordinary bard.

A shortcut for ordinary people.

"Why bother saying this?"

He did not mention the matter again, but just said: "If you feel uncomfortable, you can come to me for a check-up. I have learned some healing magic.

By the way, I also heard that tomorrow an adult who is proficient in golem manipulation will come here to give on-site teaching. You should go back and have a rest. Don’t miss it.”

"Don't think too much, we are still friends."

Croya admired his honesty and of course didn't care about his actions. After all, he was sincere.

If you like it, you don’t have to think too much about it.

Hearing what Cloya said, Robas' eyes lit up: "Then I will go back and rest. Thank you, Master Alok!"

He waved and ran away. Although one could still see that his posture was somewhat unnatural, the smile on his face was so bright that it even suppressed the pain from the wound.

After watching him leave, Kloa instructed the Wood Yao Qu Teng King beside him: "Find an apprentice of the engineering golem tomorrow."

The green vines shook gently, passing the message to the tower spirit, who would make arrangements immediately.

After giving the order, Croa simply sat down on the ground, and the grass became soft.

He thought about what happened today and muttered to himself: "A wish? A wish is also a kind of desire."

"Who are these Blight Merchants..."

"It can actually reassemble severed limbs, and judging by the fluctuations in its magic power, it should be quite good at it. Could it be related to the goddess of life and the god of death?"

After thinking for a while, he shook his head helplessly, put aside his complicated thoughts, and started playing the harp casually.

The music unfolds gently like a scroll.

There are people waiting on the train to go to work in the early morning, people busy in the West, the mixed music of nature and engineering, the leisure and joy of the bonfire party, and then the shadow of the withering messenger and the determination of Robas...

The whole song consists of four major chapters: "Journey in the Morning Sunshine", "Engineering Music in the West", "Joy in Leisure Time", and "Man Who Makes Deals with the Dead".

For Croya now, it is very easy to compose a song. What's more, this song can't even be called music magic, it's just a tune he played casually.

But the power from Croa still gave it special power.

The effect of this force is to give determination.

Simply put, people who hear this song can make decisions more quickly and stick to them.

It's a pretty useful piece of music magic, after all, making a decision is difficult.

“But I always feel like something is missing.”

Croa stared at the starry sky and thought for a while, then suddenly an idea came to him: "Oh, right, we still need to get some sleep!"

Even the most determined people need sleep to relieve their fatigue.

Thinking of this, he immediately stood up, left the bonfire party without hesitation, passed through the still open portal and returned to the front-line base and his dormitory.

Go to sleep! Go to sleep right away!
As soon as he entered the room, he saw the cute yellow duck sleeping soundly on the sofa, with its big belly exposed and its fur smooth and soft.

"Gah?"

The Fishtail Sea Duck King felt someone coming in and was about to get up to say hello to Cloya when he felt himself being picked up.

Then he was brought to the bed and used as a pillow.

Fishtail Sea Duck King: “???”

It didn't react.

The powerful wizard who was holding it had now gathered all his strength, threw the harp aside, and quickly fell asleep.

The sound of the wind outside the window, the green plants on the table and his gentle breathing mixed together, plucking the strings of the harp and adding the last touch of soft music.

"A Starry Rest".

Thank you all for your support of monthly tickets and recommendation tickets~ It’s the end of the month today, so I’ll post it early. I wish you all a happy November in advance!
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