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

Chapter 102 102. Selling fish

The process of imprinting the Water Sword on the sea shells was quite smooth, and it took only a short time to complete.

After imprinting the Water Sword magic and taking away the original nucleus and replacing it with a new one, they ran away immediately.

They ran really fast, and went directly into the small holes below, as if they were afraid that someone would snatch it from them.

During this period, there was also a scene of you pushing me and I blocking you.

"..."

Kloya was stunned for a second, and then he came back to his senses and realized what was going on - the small hole was considered an area where magic power gathered, and they were going to occupy the territory!

Areas like this where elemental magic power gathered have an increase in the quality of the pearls they breed.

In the past, the only sea shell occupied the best place, and with Kloya's support, they didn't dare to do anything.

But now they can also breed this kind of pearl, of course whoever occupies it first will get it.

Why do all the good things belong to you?

"So this is to let the child win at the starting line?"

He couldn't help laughing, got up and left.

Grab it, roll it.

He wanted to see who would produce the best quality pearls in the end.

...

Left the seabed.

Because he planned to make a different magic weapon, he went to the grass at the bottom of the lake.

There were holy white iron and praying light fireflies there.

There was still a lot of holy white iron left. The baron had left all three thousand kilograms of holy white iron because he was worried that he would lose materials due to unsuccessful production.

Generally speaking, three or more materials are required to make magic weapons. After all, no one can guarantee that the magic weapon can be successful at one time.

Who knew that Cloya was so exaggerated that all the materials were made directly successfully without loss.

So the remaining amount of holy white iron is still very considerable.

Of course, this is also earned by Cloya's ability, why not use it?

He planned to use holy white iron as an auxiliary material, and then mix it with praying light fireflies to make a "flying sword".

Because of the experience of making praying light wings before, it can be said that it is quite easy to make a flying sword this time.

Because he only needed to make a hilt and mix it with the praying light fireflies to be considered a success.

About ten minutes later, he raised a silver-white hilt that looked quite delicate and had feather-patterned magic patterns.

"It's successful, it's quite simple." He said with a little pride, admiring his masterpiece.

The sea pattern pearl was inlaid in the sword guard.

As Cloya used magic to communicate, it quickly formed a blue and shiny sword body like the lightsaber in some science fiction movies.

Because the hilt was made of holy white iron, it had a slight iron heaviness compared to the previous light feel. Not only did it not affect it, but it would be more comfortable to hold.

He tried to swing it a few times, then suddenly let go and threw it.

"Go!"

The long sword did not fall down. The praying light fireflies living in the hilt drove the sword to fly up and quickly returned to Cloya's hand.

Although they have no intelligence, they can't be said to be like the flying swords in the immortal novels that take people's heads thousands of miles away, but they can fly and return to the hands of their owners.

This alone is absolutely enough.

Kloya nodded contentedly and returned to the castle with the Water Sword, which had been restored to a hilt and looked like a work of art.

He called Robert directly.

Last time, Robert had made great contributions to the matter of the Thorns of Justice, so Kloya decided to give him the ownership of the sword.

Let's see what Robert would choose.

Soon Robert came over. He looked at Kloya sitting in the sun and bowed respectfully: "My lord."

"Yes." Kloya nodded and handed him the Water Sword directly: "This is my reward for you. Which knight do you think it should be given to?"

The butler took the silver-white hilt in confusion.

After a brief observation, he asked curiously: "Is this the magic weapon you made, my lord?"

"Yes, you can try to inject your fighting spirit into the pearl on it."

Rob heard this and tried it immediately.

As the fighting spirit was injected, a blue sword blade grew out immediately, but there was no trace of magic power. It existed, and it just existed.

"This..." He was stunned.

Although as a former viscount, Robert had seen some magic weapons made by wizards, but he had never seen such a magic weapon.

Generally speaking, magic weapons are divided into two types: the first type is made of magic metal and enchanted, and the second type is simply enchanted for ordinary weapons.

He had never heard of more advanced weapons like this that were completely made of magic power.

The butler tried to swing the sword. Of course, he also knew martial arts, and it was a family martial arts that was once passed down in the family. The movement of swinging the sword was open and closed.

At the moment the long sword was swung, the sword body passed through the air silently, without any sound at all, which was completely different from ordinary long swords.

Sometimes the sound of wind from swinging a weapon may arouse people's vigilance, and some masters can even sense the changes in magic power and wind sound.

Although this is of little help on the frontal battlefield, what if you are playing assassination and equipping the assassin with such a weapon?

Moreover, he actually discovered that as more fighting spirit was injected into it, the blade of the long sword would also shorten, until it was only as long as a palm, like a dagger!

It can even be used as a meteor hammer, flying out and back again!

After discovering these characteristics, Rob's first thought was not to give knights, but to train dead soldiers for Croya.

This is what every big shot should have, loyal subordinates who are willing to give everything.

He did not hesitate and directly asked: "Sir, have you ever considered training your subordinates?"

"We don't know much about the outside world now. I suggest you train some subordinates and go out to collect information."

Hearing this, Croya blinked.

He smiled and said: "Then what do you recommend me to do, Rob?"

This was a sincere inquiry. Although he had experience in his previous life and was exposed to the era of information explosion, the situation was different now.

Robert was also a former viscount noble, and he must have a complete set of experiences and methods for cultivating dead soldiers.

Croya is not an arrogant person who cannot listen to other people's suggestions. He has existing experience, so why not use it?

At most, it's just a little improvement.

And he suddenly thought of something he had heard in the Mage Association, which was a method commonly used by the nobles of the Kingdom of Saisien who had been wiped out.

He was curious if Rob would mention this method.

"I suggest you find orphans to cultivate. Wandering orphans and beggars are everywhere. They are the best candidates for spying on information."

"good."

I thought it was some kind of special method, but I didn't expect it to be like this, but okay, it's simple but useful.

He nodded and continued: "Then leave it to Rob..."

Before he finished speaking, Rob shook his head very seriously: "My lord, you need to do this yourself. Only in this way will they be loyal to you."

"I know you are a mage and have magical means to control people's hearts, but I hope you can consider my suggestions."

“You are the lord of Hanjiao Island and a powerful mage.

You just have to show them some kindness and compassion and you can be the brightest light in their lives.

You will be their most devout belief and most loyal master. As long as you give an order, they are willing to dedicate their lives to you! "

The butler said this, knelt down, held the exquisite sword hilt and handed it to Croya: "This is the treasure you gave them!"

"You."

Everyone really likes to hear nice words, and when nice words are true, they love to hear them even more.

The corner of Croya's mouth raised, and he reached out and picked up the hilt of the sword: "I was originally going to give you the treasure, but you don't want it, so tell me, what do you want?"

Those who have merit should be rewarded, and those who are guilty should be punished.

He has always kept this principle in mind. His subordinates will all work with you. Honor, wealth and status are what they pursue.

In this process, feelings and some ties may arise due to personal charm, which will make the relationship closer and finally undergo a qualitative change.

Before that, it was a mutually beneficial relationship.

As for how once his domineering aura is revealed, everyone will bow to him... He thinks he doesn't have that ability yet.

Rob hesitated for a moment, "I would like to ask you, sir, to help my son take another magic bath to increase his strength."

"Okay, I promise you."

Croya agreed casually. With his current strength as a third-level mage, he could indeed bathe the knight with deeper magic.

After improving the strength, you will feel more confident when using it.

"Thank you for your kindness and generosity!"

"Go ahead and pay attention to this matter. If you find something suitable, you can send it over and I will arrange it."

Rob bowed again and then withdrew wisely.

Croya was the only one left in the garden looking at the hilt of the sword in his hand, "Sending help in times of need to save suffering... I don't know how much suffering is deliberately arranged?"

According to some rumors I heard in the Mage Association, many nobles would secretly create disasters, destroy their families, and then come as a savior to show so-called "mercy."

Because they understand where suffering comes from and can make orphans cut off all hope, they can use a little bit of tricks to make those orphans who have lost everything serve them wholeheartedly.

"Fortunately, Rob didn't make this suggestion. Although I don't think he is a saint, I won't use such methods."

He thought for a moment and put the sword hilt aside.

If you really want to use this kind of thing to represent honor, then you have to make one at least.

From low to high, you should be rewarded every time you accomplish something, and use this positive feedback and sense of honor to stimulate progress.

He thought for a while and lay back, planning to take a rest.

We haven't finished this matter yet, so let's wait until there is some progress and then put some more thought into it.

…

In the next two days, he first found time to help Joshua upgrade to a second-level knight.

Joshua was naturally grateful and became even more loyal to him.

Then, good news came from the Sea Spirit Dolphins - after several days of catching, the Sea Spirit Dolphins had caught all the nearby devil fish.

The remaining small fish were brought to the air coral base for breeding.

This is truly a massive batch of fish.

When Croya came to the bottom of the sea and saw it, he fell silent on the spot.

Those fish schools were driven together by the dolphins and ducks, and with the help of the Mermaid Song, they were barely able to suppress them.

The densely packed schools of fish, their scales flashing different lights, big fish and small fish... all of them are level one, level two, but not level three.

He silently looked away and rubbed the goose bumps on his arms.

Thank you, I have intensive phobia.

I used to think that I didn't have intensive phobia because there weren't enough of them, but now there are more...

"Calm down, calm down, these are all magic crystals..."

He did some psychological preparation, and after comforting the exhausted sea dolphins and ducks, he stared at the school of fish with shining eyes and began to sort them out.

Originally, he just wanted to have a rough impression of the number. Counting fish is equivalent to counting money. Who doesn't like it?

At first, he still had the patience to sort them out one by one with the magician's hand, but later he made himself dizzy and simply gave up.

"Let's leave this matter to the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce."

Kroya muttered, and decisively took out the Holy Spring Crystal Card. After summoning the Holy Spring at the bottom of the sea, he threw the fish in one by one.

The holy spring spout was like an abyss with no bottom. No matter how big the fish was, it would be sucked in directly when it came to the spout.

After he threw all the fish in, he told them to keep the cutlass fish and sell all the other fish.

The holy spring spout paused for less than 0.1 seconds before giving the answer:

"You sold 310 first-level golden scale fish, 100 second-level dragon tail fish, 230 first-level magic light leaf fish..."

Just like reading a menu, the intellectual female voice spoke for a full minute before clearly stating the number and level of the fish sold.

Then, she gave a quote: "Based on the fish you sold, the total is 11,350 first-level magic crystals. Do you want to trade?"

As if she was afraid that Cloya would not want to trade, she also said: "For your first large-scale transaction of more than 10,000 magic crystals, we will give you a small gift.

And after you sell, you will be promoted to a second-level member.

We will also give you a small gift at that time.

Are you sure about the transaction?"