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

Chapter 81 81. Cutting the Cloud Snake
It looked like a tragedy was about to happen, but the moment the Phantom Cloud Snake was pecked by the sharp bird's beak, its body turned into mist and dissipated.

Floating and appearing not far away.

He straightened up and glared at the owl.

"Fizz!"

The sound was full of threats and warnings.

"Cuckoo~"

The owl did not succeed in pecking the cloud snake, so it did not continue its action. It used its beak to comb its feathers, pretending nothing had happened.

It seemed a bit awkward for the Phantom Feather Cloud Snake to make such a fuss.

Cloya couldn't help laughing: "This owl is really good at playing dumb."

"OK OK."

Having seen enough of the farce, he stretched out his hand and made a virtual grab at the feathered serpent. Two pairs of wizards' hands simultaneously surrounded it from all sides, and the turbulence of magic made it completely unable to escape.

He was grabbed directly.

"You can't just peck at it anymore!"

After teaching the owl a lesson, he looked at the Phantom Wing Cloud Snake:

"Answer my question just now. Why did you sneak into the Black Feather Chicken? Do you have any idea?"

The captured Phantom Cloud Snake sensed the magic power of the two pairs of wizards' hands and immediately calmed down.

It was indeed a level three monster, but facing these two pairs of hands, it had absolutely no ability to resist.

So, it answered honestly: "I escaped from the Stardust Circus. I wanted to avoid them and find my own kind."

"Stardust Circus?" Kloya thought for a moment and found that he didn't remember the name. He asked curiously, "What kind of circus is that?"

Phantom Wing Cloud Snake looked at Cloya strangely and said, "Don't you know? They came here with the Northern Territory Walker to perform magic for the lords."

"You should be a powerful lord."

"..."

Chloë really didn't know about this.

He was a lord sent by the Mage Association, and there was no overlap between him and the kingdom's administrative system. Even if something happened, the other party would deliberately ignore him.

The relationships among the nobles in this kind of place are complicated, but quite exclusive, and it is actually very difficult for outsiders to get involved.

This is also the main reason why he wanted to recruit Baron Kemoyer as his subordinate. He urgently needed someone who could help him gather intelligence within the noble forces.

Otherwise, if you are completely clueless when something happens, you would be really stupid.

Moreover, speaking of traveling in the Northern Territory, the merchant named Seriou had not contacted him for a long time. Some transactions on materials were communicated between the other party's subordinates and Rob.

Last time I gave him the Sea Coconut potion. Could it be that the potion didn't work, or did the potion cause the big shot's illness to worsen and he was arrested?

Or does it have something to do with this Stardust Circus?
"You said they were going to perform magic for the lord?" Kloya asked curiously, "Are there many magicians there?"

If the magician really acted as a clown to perform magic tricks for the lords sent by the kingdom, the Mage Association in the royal capital would be in chaos.

How can a mage, such a noble profession, do such a "lowly" thing?

Let alone the Northern Territory Walker doing such a thing, even if the Grand Duke dared to do so, the Mage Association would come directly to him to seek an explanation.

To be honest, the credibility is really not high.

"..." Phantom Wing Cloud Snake was silent for a moment before answering, "They are not magicians, they are prisoners. All of them are prisoners."

"The one being punished." Croix understood immediately.

If it were them, then it wouldn't be surprising.

The so-called "victims" are actually miners from the Yavana Holy Mine, one of the largest magic crystal mines in the entire Semrio continent.

There would be some strange magical phenomena in that huge magic crystal mine. If you mined the ore for a long time, you would inevitably be infected by the chaotic magical power and your body would mutate.

These mutations allow them to use some basic magic, which is no higher than level 2 and is very rigid.

Being able to control magic sounds good.

But they cannot control the raging magic power, and their bodies will gradually be eroded by the magic power, and eventually they will die completely.

They have mastered magic, but they also have to endure the terrible feeling of being devoured by magic power. This is the origin of the name "the tortured".

When the original body was in the Mage Association, he once saw a prisoner and saw with his own eyes the scars on his body that were caused by the erosion of the chaotic source of magic.

It was blue, like a huge crack on the prisoner's spine, penetrating deep into the bone marrow.

The magic power inside is almost endlessly surging and raging, making people feel chilling.

The mages were extremely wary of this chaotic and contagious source of magic.

It was said that at that time, the Grand Mage of the Mage Association and the Bishop of the Church discussed the matter together but could not come up with a solution.

The attempts were fruitless, and the magic these prisoners could use was very elementary, basically just fireballs and fire circles...

There is really no reason to redeem them.

The erosion from the magic veins born from the earth may be soothed or even calmed by some high-level magic or divine arts.

However, it is obviously impossible to use this level of magic and divine arts on a group of miners.

So he can only become a clown for people's entertainment.

Honestly, it's quite sad, and suddenly performing magic for the lords seems fishy no matter how you think about it.

Although he is far away, he will remain attentive and vigilant to avoid affecting himself.

He put the matter aside for the time being and continued to ask, "How did you escape? I remember that the Mage Association and the Royal Family of the Kingdom monitor prisoners like this almost around the clock.

The existence of this unstable source of magic power is like a time bomb."

"If you were also from the Stardust Circus, it shouldn't be possible for you to escape."

Huanling Cloud Snake replied: "Because among the prisoners there is a fellow who has learned space magic and can walk in the spirit realm."

The sound it produced through magical resonance became muffled:
"He chose to self-destruct his own source of magic power, allowing us and all the other prisoners to escape through the magic of spirit walking. After I left the Stardust Circus, I chose to hide among the chickens to avoid being caught by the men of the North Territory Walk, but I ended up falling into your hands."

"I see."

Since then, Croa has sorted out his thoughts.

Walking in the spirit realm is a very special kind of space magic that can make a person temporarily invisible and ignore most physical means.

It makes sense that he could escape.

To be honest,
He was not worried that any of the prisoners would escape to his territory. Hanjiao Island was isolated overseas, and any stranger who came would probably be watched by the entire island.

The only thing he was worried about was the businessman. He was quite efficient and it would be a pity if he accidentally died because of this incident.

I don’t know what happened to poor Serio.

He sighed for a moment, and then told Huanling Cloud Snake: "There is a fourth-level magic called Inspiration Seeking."

"It can find magical fluctuations that are similar to its own strength through the special resonance of its own blood or magic power."

"You should understand what I mean, right?"

Of course, the Phantom Feather Cloud Snake understood what Kloya meant.

If such magic existed, it would indeed be able to find its own kind, but the problem was...

It shook its head bitterly: "I can't learn human magic."

As a Warcraft that wants to learn human spells, just figuring out the spell model is a very troublesome task, even though it can communicate with Croa normally and seems to be quite smart.

However, no matter how smart a monster is, it still needs to work hard to learn human magic.

The reason why the human race was able to suppress the naturally powerful race of elven dragons and occupy a dominant position on the continent is mainly due to their super powerful learning ability.

Level 4 magic? Might as well kill it.

Croa smiled mysteriously: "I have a way for you to learn it, but what benefit can you bring to me?"

Facing this kind of monster, he didn't intend to beat around the bush.

The benefits are key.

The Phantom Cloud Snake thought about it carefully, and suddenly mist rose from its body. Its body quickly stretched in the mist, like plasticine.

Although the fog obscured the view, Kloya could tell that this guy was probably transforming into a human form, and a rather slender one at that.

He suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

About half a minute later.

The clouds and fog slowly dispersed.

A woman who was dressed... a little too coolly appeared in front of Cloya.

She is tall and fit, not the slender figure we saw just now. She has flesh where it should be, and her whole body is filled with the agile beauty of a female leopard.

But she has drooping white curly hair and her pupils are light pink, which makes her look more gentle and pitiful.

She smiled at Cloya and said in a pretentious voice: "Master Mage, are you satisfied with my transformation?

You...you can make me do anything!"

Croa: “…”

Thank you, that really makes me feel sick.

Warcraft imitates humans... This is simply a disaster, stiff and weird, even the uncanny valley effect has occurred.

His expression didn't change at all, he just stretched out his hand and waved it, and a wave of magic rushed over the woman like a wave.

The magic power immediately washed away piles of mist from her body, and in the blink of an eye she turned from a very beautiful woman back into the somewhat sacred cloud snake.

It immediately felt much better.

"Besides this, don't you have any other skills?" He was a little dissatisfied.

"some!"

Perhaps it heard the dissatisfaction in Cloya's voice, so it quickly said: "I can collect clouds and help you cut and fix them in a certain position!"

"My ability to transform is formed by using magic to create clouds and mist."

"Gathering and cutting clouds?"

Kloya finally showed some interest and said, "Show me."

"Master Mage, please wait a moment."

The Phantom Cloud Snake flapped its wings and flew into the air, then dived directly into the white clouds in the sky. After a while, it came down with a piece of white cloud.

To put it simply, white clouds are just a collection of water vapor and dust, which will be dispersed by the slightest breeze.

However, the white cloud captured by the Phantom Cloud Snake was very stable, and there was no change even when it flew down.

Cloya reached out and touched it. It felt like soft cotton. The water vapor inside seemed to be gathered and fixed by a strange magical power and was not so easy to disperse.

"And so, is this all it's useful for?"

If it's just for fun or as a decoration, then... it's not a bad idea, it's just a little useless.

“It can absorb water magic. If there is enough water in it, through the influence of my magic, it can start raining at a certain fixed location.

The larger the cloud, the more rain it can drop until the water vapor inside it dissipates and it disappears."

"Rain?"

It sounds good.

Kloya suddenly thought of something.

By the way, aren’t there still dark clouds accumulated in the Holy Light Four-Leaf Clover on my side?
If we could use those dark clouds and make them rain in designated locations, wouldn’t that be a fully automatic irrigation machine?

The amount of water stored there must be exaggerated.

(End of this chapter)