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

Chapter 295 295. Withering Messenger, my music

After the bonfire party, the mermaid lady in charge of developing this area found Croya.

She didn't hide it even when there were no outsiders, and she respected Croana quite a lot - the man in front of her was the godfather of the next king of the mermaid tribe.

Who allowed the current king and princess to give birth to such a single child? The succession of royal power of this extraordinary race is actually better than that of the human kingdom. After all, it is based on blood.

Treydon has the bloodline of the King of Mermaids. Even if he is soaked in the sea every day as a salted fish, he can become a legend after a thousand years, and he will still be a legend blessed by the gods.

Cloya was silent for a long time after knowing this, and finally just sighed deeply.

This evil bloodline!

"Lord," Miss Mermaid asked cautiously, "Do you want to arrange those drinks yourself? I have sealed them with magic."

"Ah?" Croya wondered: "Why should it be sealed up? I plan to use it."

"..."

At this time, Miss Mermaid was about to cry.

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

She really doesn't dare to do things without clear instructions. Although she doesn't have any credit, she won't be at fault at least.

But Croya also understood that he didn't make it clear.

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

By the way...

The Rock Ape tribe is actually very good at farming. If possible, recruit them to help with farming.

After all, they are natives of the Western Mountains and know a lot about this land. I suspect that there are some special beings in this stretch of mountains.

Call for support promptly if needed. "

"OK!"

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

Because she noticed a figure approaching not far away.

Now that Croya wants to continue to work as a worker, she certainly won't be stupid enough to expose it.

"Quite smart."

After watching her leave, Croya said something and looked aside. He raised his voice and said, "Why don't you attend the bonfire party over there?"

The visitor, the warrior Lopas, looked a little strange at the moment. He seemed to be cautious and had a somewhat frightened expression on his face.

Croya: "???"

He felt more and more strange, and then he heard Lopas say: "Master Yalok, when I was working during the day, I heard that there is a ghost here!"

When he said this, he looked left and right, his frightened expression becoming more and more obvious.

"..."

ghost?

For a moment, Croya felt confused and didn't know what to say.

You are a warrior. You are full of blood. You can kill a few ghosts casually. How can you still be afraid?

But I don’t know if fear is actually contagious.

Just after Lopas said this, Croya suddenly felt that the darkness around him seemed to become deeper. The plants growing in the mountains were swaying in the wind, and their branches and leaves looked like ghostly limbs.

The fog in the mountains is getting hazier, and there seems to be a chilling chill in the air.

"Um?"

He frowned and looked around.

In his magic perception, there was actually a strange soul approaching, with such intensity that even he was surprised.

What kind of top-notch crow mouth are you? When you say this, something strange really appears.

"Let's go quickly!" Lopas was already panicking.

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

It was a slender figure.

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

It's really weird, and it's the kind of thing that makes people feel uncomfortable even among dead creatures.

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

"You, you, you, you!" Lopas suddenly pulled out his sword, which was an ordinary stainless steel sword.

He stood tremblingly in front of Croya - it was normal for warriors to stand in front of "weak" bards and mages.

But when facing a real undead creature, the unenchanted long sword in his hand would probably be less painful than tickling it.

He lowered his voice: "If you don't run away first, someone will come and save me later!"

"fine."

Croya was not nervous. He quickly identified the type of undead. It was an undead creature called the "Wither Merchant".

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

According to legend, it is the favored one of the God of the Underworld. It can cross the barrier between the world of the living and the dead at will, and exchange the special products of the underworld for items in the world of the living.

Even this "wither merchant" is a beneficial undead creature in a sense. Many magicians look forward to encountering them so that they can obtain materials unique to the underworld.

However, I heard that this kind of thing will choose the "appropriate" object for trading. So far, no one can explain their trading logic.

Why did it suddenly appear here?

Is there anyone here who is suitable for its trade?

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

"Human."

"Please trade with me."

Oh? It was a trade with Robas.

This was indeed something Cloya had not expected. It was rare that the protagonist was not himself.

So he looked at the thing in the merchant's hand curiously - 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 heard your wish. You want to control the huge golem. You want to get a higher status... This rib can satisfy you.

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

Control the golem?

Cloya was more and more puzzled. His golem control system used the magic pattern structure of the Ark and the encryption algorithm of the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce. Could this thing be linked to it?

Ropas looked at the crystal-like ribs and swallowed his saliva. He really expected to get this treasure and drive the golem more skillfully.

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

"What do I have to pay?" He was not afraid at this moment. The expectation and desire for the future made him no longer afraid.

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

"Take your ribs and exchange them with me." It said so.

"..."Ropas hesitated for a short time, and actually took off his clothes, thrust the sword into his chest, blood splattered, and a rib was cut off.

"!!!"

He was so fast and decisive that even Cloya didn't 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 it.

'This is really a ruthless person, cutting his own ribs? ' Cloya couldn't help but be amazed.

Robas was already pale with pain, his lips trembling constantly, and his forehead was full of sweat even in the cold wind. He handed the fresh rib to the withered merchant.

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

I look forward to continuing to trade with you."

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

In the brilliance of magic, the crystal rib immediately merged into the latter's body, and the white cloth covered the wound.

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 Kloya's pupils shrink slightly. He was too familiar with this pattern. Wasn't it the splicing of broken limbs that he often used?

This magic of the Church of Light, the secret of the Salt Mountain Knights, and the magic from the Goddess of Life... It doesn't seem to be related to the undead.

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

But I don't know if it felt something.

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

Kloya missed the opportunity and was relieved.

The main reason was that this thing was too special. Even he didn't want to have any connection with the kingdom of death.

Especially... his Hall of Heroes was actually violating the laws of the underworld and forcibly fixing the dead souls in the world of the living.

Facing these special existences that might be related to the goddess of the underworld, he still felt a little guilty.

So Cloya watched it disappear completely, then stretched out his hand to play his harp, and threw a ball of green light containing life force to Robas.

It is normal for a bard to know some healing magic.

With his healing magic, Robas's face quickly turned from pale to ruddy, and the young warrior smiled: "Thank you, Master Yalok. Can you please not tell anyone about my incident this time?"

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

That kind of thing is an unknown creation. Will there be any problems if you embed it into your body like this?"

Ropas's joyful voice answered him: "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 look. What is casual to you is my future."

"Sorry, I deceived you... In fact, I not only want to listen to your music, but also want to be friends with you."

"..."

Cloya was stunned.

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

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

Perhaps for Lopas, this is really a shortcut - and the same goes for making friends with this unusual-looking bard.

Shortcuts for ordinary people.

"Why bother talking about this."

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

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

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

Croya admired his frankness, and of course he didn't care about his actions. After all, he did mean it sincerely.

If it's pleasing to the eye, you don't have to think about it so much.

Hearing Croya's words, Lopas' eyes lit up: "Then I'll go back and rest right now. Thank you, Master Yaloc!"

He waved and ran away. Although it could still be seen that the posture was a bit unnatural, the smile on his face was very bright, even suppressing the pain caused by the wound.

After watching him leave, Croya ordered the Miyao Qudeng King next to him: "Find an apprentice of the Engineering Golem to come over tomorrow."

The green vines swayed slightly, passing the news to the tower spirit, who would make arrangements immediately.

After giving the instructions, Croya simply sat down on the ground, and the grass became soft.

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

"What are these withered merchants..."

"It can actually splice broken limbs, and it should be quite good at seeing the fluctuations of magic power. Is there a relationship between the goddess of life and the god of death?"

After thinking for a while, he shook his head helplessly, threw the complicated thoughts behind, and started playing with his harp.

The music unfolds gently like a scroll.

There are people waiting on the train to rush to work in the early morning, people busy in the West, the mixed sounds of nature and engineering, the leisure and joy of the bonfire party, to the shadow of the Witherbringer behind and the determination of Lopas...

The whole song is composed of four major chapters: "The Journey of the Morning Sun", "The Sound of Engineering in the West", "The Joy of Leisure Moments", and "The Man Who Makes a Deal with the Dead".

For Croya nowadays, it is very easy to come up with a piece of music at random, not to mention that this piece cannot even be said to be any kind of musical magic, it is just a tune he played at random.

But the power from Croya still gives it special power——

What this force does is give determination.

Simply put, people who hear this piece of music are able to make decisions more quickly and move forward with more determination.

It's a pretty useful musical magic, after all, it's hard to make a decision.

"But I always feel like there's still something missing."

Croya looked at the starry sky and thought for a while, and suddenly an idea came to him: "By the way, we still need to 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, returned to the frontline base through the still open portal, and returned to his dormitory.

sleep! Just sleep when you say sleep!

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the cute yellow duck sleeping soundly on the sofa, with its big belly exposed and the down on its body smooth and soft.

"Gah?"

The fish-tailed sea duck king felt someone coming in. He was about to get up and say hello to Croya when he felt himself being picked up.

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

Fish-tailed Sea Duck King: "???"

It didn't respond.

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

The sound of wind coming from the window, the green plants on the table mixed with his slight breathing, plucked the strings of the harp, and added the last soft movement——

"The Starry Rest."

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