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

Chapter 303 303. The River of the Underworld, Life Wool Grass
Before officially ending his trip, Kloya returned to the dormitory he had rented not long ago and tinkered around in it for a while.

Then he walked out of the room with the Fishtail Sea Duck King.

Inside the corridor, the apprentices, who had learned that he had finally arrived, had been waiting almost anxiously.

Under the eager gaze of the anxious apprentices who were already waiting, he asked without changing his expression:

"How does that go?"

Very naturally, he stepped forward, and the elite apprentices beside him took turns reporting to him the results and data of the current survey of the western land and the locust eradication plan.

Everything fit together perfectly like a set of gears. He, who was in the center surrounded by the apprentices, understood everything clearly and gave instructions in an orderly manner:

"Send someone to communicate with the Rock Monkey Tribe and tell them they can provide more special salt."

"The land must be isolated, and the magic readings of each piece of land must be recorded."

"We will come up with another plan for the infrastructure construction of the indigenous villages in the western border, and then submit it to the management department of Hanjiao Island for review."

"Ask the people who possess the crystal skeletons whether they are willing to join the Northern Territory Administration. If they are not willing, their movements must be controlled."

Just when he had finished dealing with all the trivial matters that needed to be judged by the lord himself, a little girl was standing not far away, trembling a little.

That was... a little girl with five bones. Four shadows could be vaguely seen behind her, all of them looked like young boys and girls.

He stopped, and the apprentices stopped as well. They cleverly began to disperse all the idlers around them and formed a circle to ensure that the lord could handle these emergencies in a relatively quiet environment.

Ivy let out a short sigh from her position on Croa's wrist.

Its voice was a little muffled: "There was once a group of children who made a living by stealing. Every day they gathered in a warm and small house, enjoying the stolen food and waiting for the arrival of tomorrow.

But one day, some of them began to fall ill, the disease began to spread, and in the end only the youngest child survived with the help of the village chief.

She couldn't believe that all her brothers and sisters were dead, so she fantasized that they could come back to life, and then one day..."

“They really came alive.”

Kloya continued: "And that little girl also possessed the power to communicate with the Mercury Sea and was favored by the Lamp Monster.

Former partners and friends from the past are reunited around us. We no longer have to worry about food and livelihood. We just need to enjoy fun and games every day.

Don’t you think this is a good fairy tale?”

Ivy was silent for a moment, "But fairy tales must always come to an end, and that djinn cannot survive in the living world forever, not even with my power."

"The souls that remain in the world of the living will be hooked away by the sickle from the underworld, waiting to be decomposed and reassembled in the dark and silent river."

"In the end, she will still be alone."

"This is the kind of ending that fairy tales don't describe - fairy tales always end in a heartwarming way, like history that comes to an abrupt end, with no sequel."

Hearing this, Chloe shook her wrist noncommittally, the leaves of the ivy bracelet reflecting an ancient green light in the sunlight.

He looked at the little girl and waved to her: "Come here."

As the little girl came over nervously, he whispered to Ivy, "Fortunately, I have the ability to continue writing fairy tales."

There was actually some excitement in the young wizard's voice.

……

In the dark plane.

This small plane given by the Orpheus family has been transformed over and over again. The living space of the Monument-Eating Tree has been compressed again and again, and the dim lamps are emitting a stable and gentle light.

The gradually changing sunset glow flowed across the land like a stream, surrounding the exceptionally thriving sungrass - but it never came under the latter's light curtain.

Instead, the neatly arranged golden spikes of flowers grow under the light curtain illuminated by the sun grass. The tiny stamens reflect the golden light, which is completely different from the sunset and belongs to the light of the morning glow.

The mixture of the flowing stream and the dust from the flower stamens, and the confluence of the sunset and the morning glow is like the most magnificent spectacle.

They are "Spirit Drops of Morning Dew" and "Spirit Powder of Sunset Glow", two types of third-level materials produced by this entire dark plane.

And at the intersection of the spiritual drops and spiritual powder, there is a mine under construction, a mine surrounded by deep darkness.

Further away are research institutes needed for observation and endless stretches of magic crystal plates.

Kloya knew very well that the mine was the most valuable thing in this dark plane.

He was very satisfied, so he praised: "You did a good job, Kaxiu."

The young man standing behind him has become very experienced and calm after years of experience.

Although he would still feel happy about Cloya's praise, he would not jump for joy like before.

"Everything is guided by you!" There was respect and fanaticism in his eyes.

Croix turned his head and looked directly at the apprentice.

He said gently, "Go meet your father. Your honor is enough for him to come back now. I believe he will make the most rational choice."

"Thank you for your gift!"

Kashu's eyes suddenly brightened. He saluted Cloya again, and then left impatiently.

Today, those former nobles can no longer pose any threat to Croa, so it doesn't matter even if they come back.

After watching the apprentice leave, Kloya moved his gaze to the mine.

"The aura of the underworld?" Ivy was finally surprised and asked, "Such a mineral actually exists in this world. Was it given to you by the Orpheus family?"

“That’s right.” Kloya was actually very curious: “After the morning dew and the evening glow converged, a third strange substance actually appeared, and it was a substance related to the underworld.

Is there a way to the underworld in the gap between the morning dew and the evening glow?"

Ivy thought for a moment and replied, “At the moment of morning dew, a person is born, just like the weaving of the thread of life.

The sunset is the time when life is about to end, when the thread of life is cut off, then... the middle moment between the weaving of the thread of life and its cutting is the maintenance of the thread of life. "

It seemed to be trying its best to choose its words, telling Cloya everything it could, so its words were vague.

"Involving the gods of the underworld?" Kloya noticed this keenly.

"That's right." Ivy breathed a sigh of relief. This already involved the rules of how the world operates. Even if it wanted to tell it, it would take a lot of courage.

Fortunately, it is now on Cloya's wrist. The light of the sun and the poems of praise warm its leaves, allowing it to shield itself from the influence of some things.

Kloya stared at the mine thoughtfully and already had the answer in his mind. Since this was related to the memories of his hometown, it meant that there might be something wrong with his time travel.

He is already very powerful and will become even more powerful in the future.

Strong enough to face these hidden truths, the memories and history that are deliberately blurred by the rules of the world.

"By the way, the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce should be looking for you, right?" Kloya suddenly thought of something, "Do you have any connection with the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce?"

He was now basically certain that whether it was Lord Graysand's sudden favor by Leviathan or what had happened in the mine, it was all related to Celeste, a senior member of the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce.

She was definitely looking for something.

“Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce…” Ivy’s voice sounded a little nostalgic: “If what you said is correct, then she is indeed looking for me.

Shengquan has always wanted to take back the treasures left by that world civilization."

“You don’t have to worry about the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce. They are the most contract-minded in the entire star world. Now that I am in your hands, they will give up the search.

But you can pay attention to the envoy of the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce, and maybe you can get more things."

Chloe nodded, thinking that he might have to meet with Celeste.

But now, he has to welcome the arrival of a god.

He turned his head and looked to the side, where Alesha was standing.

At this time, the girl had changed into a black long dress, and she looked quiet and elegant. The power of the God of the Underworld had entered her body, turning her into a favored one.

"let's start."

Croa gave the order: “This small plane that was once controlled by the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce is the most suitable area for the river of the underworld to flow.

In the gap between morning dew and evening glow, the darkness of death will emerge. "

Agatha bowed her head respectfully to Croa, the favored one of the underworld god, facing the cleared river channel, and chanted the hymns required for the ceremony in a low voice. The surging black mist and the silence of death gradually emerged from under her feet, and with the sound of "splashing", a small stream of water flowed out and then flowed away.

The water gradually became deeper as it flowed, and it seemed like in the blink of an eye, it turned from a small stream into a big river, but it still flowed steadily in the river channel made of magic crystal.

The spiritual drops of morning dew and the spiritual powder of sunset glow are still flowing and growing on both sides of the river. They surround this dark river. No matter how bright the light is, it cannot completely illuminate the dark and deep water.

Until... the river reached the end - the location of the mine.

“Eh.” Agatha opened her eyes and said at a loss, “Sir… that mine is absorbing the power of the River of the Underworld!”

"I know." Kloya's voice remained steady: "You continue to pray."

Although Agatha was curious, she immediately continued to pray according to Cloya's instructions. More water from the river of the underworld flowed towards the mine that seemed like it would never be filled.

But the light in the mine became brighter and brighter. It was very gentle and stable, like the light released by some magic lamps.

As time passed, some dense white grass suddenly spread out in the light, white and soft, just like wool that had been washed and was waiting to be spun.

The dark river water flows into the mine, but it can grow such white wool.

Croa stared at the mine shaft. A tall lady was gradually climbing up the ladder in the mine shaft. After she climbed up completely, she couldn't help but complain:

“I am impressed by your welcome.”

At this moment, the goddess of the underworld looked just like a miner, her wide black robe stained with the river water of the underworld and a lot of wool-like crystals.

"I think you'll like it." Kloya blinked, "Ms. Kreha, now that you've come back to the world of the living, do you remember this?"

He took out the Salt Stake Staff that he had taken from the Mage Holy Spirit, and released a soul that had almost turned into smoke.

Kleha instantly recalled the priest she had blessed. A smile appeared on her beautiful face. “Do you want me to handle it?”

"This is a gift from me to you, please take it."

The goddess jumped out of the mine completely, walked upstream on the river of the underworld, and soon arrived in front of Kloya. She stretched out her fingers and pinched the constantly rotating smoke soul.

Then give it a gentle squeeze.

"Paji."

That powerful legendary soul turned into nothingness, without any possibility of existence.

After casually crushing the soul of a legend, the expression on the goddess' face gradually became calm. She did not continue talking about this matter, but turned her gaze to the little girl behind Kloya.

With His ability, of course He could see that there were four souls lurking beside the little girl, um... souls that were forcibly trapped in the world of the living by His bones.

"Do you want these four souls to stay in this world?" the goddess asked.

"Well, let's just write a sequel to the fairy tale." Croix said with a smile: "Do I need to hold some mysterious ceremony for you? I heard that the resurrection of the dead requires a ceremony."

The goddess waved her hands and said, "Those rituals are only to cope with the prayers of the believers. If it weren't for the expensive ritual materials, they would want to chant my name every day."

Croa: “???”

This is the first time I realized that rituals are necessary for communicating with gods.

Seeing the confusion in Cloya's eyes, His expression became more and more joyful: "Except for some extremely special materials, the materials in the main plane are useless to the gods.

Rituals and sacrifices are like equal exchanges, just to get a response from the gods, but if the gods really favor you, there is no need for complicated rituals. "

He explained this, then returned to the mine, took out a handful of wool-like minerals, took out a few bone needles, and began to weave the wool.

I also gave some to Cloya.

"If you want the dead to walk in this world, you need some support, and these living wool grasses are just right. With some processing, they can become very good materials."

The man and the god sat on the ground, knitting wool and chatting casually. It was only the second time they met, but they were like old friends.

Agatha and the little girl next to them were almost petrified when they saw this scene.

After a while, Mia, who was walking leisurely, saw this scene and couldn't help but say, "It's been so long since we last met, and you are still so skilled in weaving. He is really a good teacher."

Kleha retorted: "It's obvious that I learned it better, Ring of Glory... Come on, let's weave it together."

"You need to call me Miya now."

"..." A hint of surprise flashed across the goddess' eyes, and she said readily: "Master Miya, please come."

Mia nodded, walked over and joined in the weaving work.

His weaving skills and speed were not slower than those of the goddess of the underworld. His skill was so incomprehensible that the goddess could not help but ask, "How can you make something like this?"

Miya answered Him calmly: "When I lived here, I not only knitted bracelets, but also knitted sweaters."

Kleha: "???"

Sweater? Are you sure you're not lying to me?
The goddess of the underworld became more and more confused and curiously asked about the daily life of her friend, Hui Zhihuan. The answer she got was:

"I will have breakfast with the elves during the day, then bask in the sun and listen to the beautiful piano music. At night, I will knit a sweater in front of the fireplace, and go to bed when I feel tired."

"..."

The goddess felt that it was already strange that she could come to the main plane so smoothly, but she didn't expect to encounter even stranger things.

So He remained silent and focused on weaving, and He said no more.

Soon, four bracelets with knots were woven by the goddess of the underworld, Chloe and Mia.

The goddess waved to the girl, then casually pulled the hesitant souls behind her and put the bracelets on their slender wrists.

The moment the knot was put on, their originally illusory souls like mist immediately became solid. Although they had no physical body, at least they looked no different from humans from the outside.

That is a special bracelet woven by the God of the Underworld, a Ring of Glory, and a being with solar magic power. To call it a divine artifact would be an understatement.

"Wow!"

When the girl saw her friend standing there so "alive", she exclaimed and her face turned red with excitement.

Her companions were equally excited. They had never thought that they could actually sense the wind and light that belonged to the world of the living.

"Okay." Croa said to the ecstatic girl, "Next you will join the Northern Territory Management Department. With the help of four partners, you will definitely be able to do something.

This is what I wrote for you, are you satisfied? "

"Thank you! You are such a good person!" The little girl and her friends bowed to Cloya to express their gratitude.

Croa waved her hand for them to leave.

The children immediately chased each other away happily.

After continuing this chapter of the fairy tale, Kloya was in a good mood and smiled at the goddess of the underworld: "You once promised me that you would let my apprentices walk in the world of the living, so I would like to trouble you and Teacher Miya to help me continue making bracelets."

Hearing this, the goddess asked disapprovingly: "How many people? Can your power guarantee the integrity of their souls?"

Chloe blinked and backed away slowly.

Before leaving, he reported a number - a number that made the goddess of the underworld stunned.

By the time the goddess of the underworld came to her senses from this number, Kloya's figure had already disappeared from this small dimension.

He couldn't help but complain to the Ring of Glory, just like he had long ago: "How did he keep so many souls in this world? I thought most of the souls had dissipated!"

Mia waved her hand and called over a large field of wool grass, motioning for the goddess to start weaving, before she slowly replied, "That's my apprentice."

There was obvious joy and relief on his face.

It was only at this time that the goddess of the underworld understood what he meant and asked in shock, "Really an apprentice?"

"What else?" Mia glanced at the goddess: "The Ark also needs to be anchored, and the sun's light is enough to dispel the haze on the Ark.

After all, the sun was once the source of energy for the Ark."

"That's great."

The goddess of the underworld was delighted with Him and sat with her old friend by the flowing River Styx, calling for more water from the Styx to grow wool grass while weaving bracelets with Him.

Yishen and Yizhou were chatting casually, and it seemed that the huge number of bracelets was not so difficult to accept.

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(End of this chapter)