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

Chapter 69 69. Coconut trees with the same hobbies (please read later)

There is darkness in the distance, but there is light above the head and the sun is shining - this feeling is actually very wonderful. The strong contrast between darkness and sunlight makes the sky like a colorful painting.

It is truly magnificent.

He sat on the rocks by the sea, gazing silently into the distance.

I didn't have anything in my mind. I was just sitting here staring at the scenery of the sea and sky.

It took a long time before I came back to my senses.

"Have you been overworked lately?"

Croa muttered to himself, "I actually don't want to leave after sitting here. It seems that I am really anxious and tired."

The cool sea breeze brushed across his cheeks, and the moisture in the air brought by the storm gathered in the air, and a colorful rainbow bridge could be seen hanging in the sky.

It stands to reason that the bright sunshine and the lingering magic brought by the heavy rain are very suitable for meditation.

But he just didn't feel like meditating.

He just casually fiddled with his own magic power, resonating with the three chapters of the Scarlet Song that he had just practiced, and the resonating magic power formed pleasant music.

Echoing all around.

He was immersed in the pleasure of releasing his own magic power wantonly. To be honest, this feeling was really refreshing. He released his magic power without any scruples or reservations.

The Red Song was originally a poem praising the sun. It seemed to be in its element in such an environment. The music even resonated with the magic of the surrounding sunlight.

The red halo burned and flickered in the sunlight like a flame, as if it had life and self-awareness.

As the sound of the music spread farther and farther, the crimson halo also spread farther and farther, covering a larger and larger area, and finally even covering the entire island and the surrounding sky above the sunlit sea.

The magnificent flames can be seen just by looking up.

It was as if a legendary wizard was casting a spell.

This situation lasted for about five minutes, and it finally ended when Croa's magic power was exhausted.

“So, I have to sing.”

Croa thought thoughtfully that he had always regarded the Rainbow Poem as some special meditation method and means, but ignored that it was a poem that could be chanted.

And after this chant, he always felt as if something was missing...

"Well."

After thinking about it carefully, he found that he was missing an instrument, an instrument exclusive to bards.

If there was a musical instrument that could channel magical power, it would probably be much easier for me to study the Scarlet Song and even other chapters in the future.

The first thing that came to his mind was, of course, the musical instrument that the original owner's grandfather had used - the harp.

The harp is one of the common musical instruments used by bards. In a sense, the playing of the strings and the resonance of magic are actually related.

Now that he had practiced this special meditation method, he needed a special magical instrument. The standard staff issued to him by the Royal Capital Mage Association was no longer of his liking.

"We can go back and ask the Shengquan Chamber of Commerce, or buy the materials and make it ourselves."

He had a vague idea in his mind - wouldn't it be better if he made a harp with living magical plants that could continue to grow, and then engraved some spell marks on it?
It’s just like those “natal magic weapons” and “spiritual magic weapons” that you saw in your previous life.

To be honest, there is actually something very suitable right now.

Thirsty sea fluorescent algae.

That thing highly resonated with his magic power, and was also engraved with the Crimson Song, but how could the properties of the fluorescent algae be used to make it into a suitable magical tool?
Strings?

Can those algae be made into musical instrument strings?

There is definitely no need to think about the body of the piano, because it also needs to be engraved with some magic patterns that amplify magic power and mental strength.

After thinking for a while, Cloya didn't think any further. If he wanted to make a harp himself, he needed to buy the corresponding production guide.

Now the materials are not complete, so it’s useless to think about it.

He stood up and planned to inspect his territory.

……

The first place he came to was the coconut tree. To be honest, he was looking forward to it.

When he arrived here, he found an apprentice there, carefully cleaning up the dead branches and leaves brought by the storm.

This person seemed to be one of the three apprentices at that time.

It seems to be called...

"Jamie," he said aloud, "how long have you been here?"

The apprentice who was working with his head down heard his voice and saluted quickly, "Master Mage! I have been here for a while."

"Yeah, it's pretty good."

Croa asked casually, "I asked the three of you to take care of these coconut trees with Bartos, why are you the only one here?"

Hearing the Master Mage's question, Jamie's face flashed with a trace of struggle, but he still answered honestly: "They went home first."

Go home.

It is actually normal to go home after a storm.

"Oh." Kloya nodded without any change in his expression, and suddenly asked curiously: "What about you? Why don't you go home?"

"I...I have no home anymore." Jerome looked a little lost.

There is obviously a very sad story here, and it is probably one of thousands of sad stories.

Cloya was in a good mood today, so he didn't want to listen to these stories that might affect his mood, because even if he listened to them, it wouldn't change anything.

So he just pointed at the coconut tree and said: "It's about to become a magic plant. Since they are not here, you can take a good look at it. Learning magic and cultivating magic plants are your future business."

After saying this, he looked at the coconut trees carefully.

Jamie's face was filled with joy - he already knew what Chloë meant.

It turned out that the coconut tree did not disappoint his expectations.

Except for the coconut tree that was grown into a magical plant by Cloya using the essence of water, the barks of the remaining fourteen coconut trees also tended to turn white.

Although their branches and leaves were obviously damaged after experiencing the strong winds and heavy rains, they appeared to be in better spirits.

The slimes are carrying rainwater that has not yet completely seeped into the ground and watering them diligently.

As an elemental creature, slime is naturally able to gather magic power in its own jelly-like body, so it is actually very good at moving magic power.

Watching them diligently carrying water, Kloya slowly walked forward and carefully observed the coconut trees that were about to transform and evolve into magic plants.

He could see through his astral body that the largest coconut tree in the center seemed to be emitting an invisible wave that spread in all directions.

When the coconut tree comes into contact with this kind of fluctuation, its originally dim star spirit will lighten up a little, as if the fire has been reignited.

Very peculiar.

Kloya had previously observed the advancement process of the Pure White Sea Coconuts. They seemed to have degenerated from magical plants into ordinary plants—their astral bodies were not reconstructed, but re-lit.

As time passes by.

The bark of the coconut trees is getting brighter and brighter.

In the end, it completely turned into a texture like white jade.

They became demonic plants.

And after they turned into magic plants, Kloya immediately felt the consciousness they desired -

"Big brother has someone to serve him!"

"We want it too!"

"Slime, slime!"

Kloya blinked and immediately became interested - just as he thought, there was a magic plant guiding them, and they really wanted to learn summoning.

It seems that his own army of summoned creatures is just around the corner.

(End of this chapter)