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

Chapter 109 109. The Flying Baron

Being a test subject is a very common life for Mir, and he has no room to refuse Cloya's request.

Having been in the circus for so long, he has long learned to read people's expressions, otherwise he would not have lived so long.

He immediately said very straightforwardly: "As long as I don't die, you can experiment as you please!"

Cloya nodded with satisfaction.

"Then you go to another room first, I will ask someone to send hot water and food.

Have a good rest, I will call you later."

"Thank you for your kindness!"

Mir bowed happily and followed the Phantom Wing Cloud Snake away.

The remaining Cloya first put the cage into the shell, then tidied the room, and asked King Mu Yao Qu Teng to call the baron over.

He decided to deal with the baron's matter first, and the research on Mir might take a lot of time.

Not long after he instructed King Mu Yao Qu Teng, Baron Kemoye walked in.

"It's been a while since I last saw you. You're still so powerful."

The baron spoke first, and after praising him, he couldn't wait to say, "Master Croa, have you succeeded in making it?"

"Yes." Croa nodded.

He took away the white cloth covering the table, and a pair of wings and a clay tablet scroll immediately appeared underneath.

"It's done."

"Now all you need is to activate them with your own power, and it will be a complete success."

"Ah!" The baron came over, sighed with satisfaction, and stroked the wings and clay tablet with his hands: "I have only seen these treasures in the family's oil paintings. Thank you so much for bringing them back to the world."

Since he specifically asked for these things at the time, he must have read and understood them carefully. He may not be able to make them, but he will definitely use them.

The baron cut his finger with the dagger he carried with him without hesitation, and blood immediately "dripping" on the wings.

At the same time, he was chanting: "The Light-Praying Spirit from the Light, make a contract with me..."

"...Uh." Kloya frowned.

There is something wrong with the words of this contract.

As he spoke, the Light-Praying Fire flowing in the wings suddenly gathered towards the wound on his fingertips, and the wings themselves melted in the flames.

The golden and white liquids all poured directly into his wounds.

The baron's body was trembling.

Obviously, the feeling of these metals and flames pouring into the body was not very pleasant. His veins were bulging and sweat was dripping on his face.

"..." Really using this method.

Kloya watched from the side, with a solemn look in his eyes.

There are actually two different ways to use the Light-Praying Wings. The first is to install it directly on the back and stimulate the Light-Praying Fire through one's own power.

This method can be taken off at any time.

It is to simply use it as a magic weapon.

The second way is what the baron is doing now - passing the liquid holy white iron and the Light-Praying Fire through his blood vessels and finally gathering them on the back.

The wings of the Light of Prayer will form lines on his back, and will open directly when needed.

If this is done, it will be equivalent to the wings growing out of his own body, which will greatly improve his control ability.

But.

Even if this thing is already a brand new sacred metal, it must be very painful to flow through the blood vessels like this and be burned by the Light of Prayer Fire.

Just thinking about it, Kloya felt pain.

I didn't expect to use this method.

'What a ruthless person, but speaking of it, doesn't he have a method to practice the Holy Light Fighting Qi? "

Kroya stared at the baron, and suddenly felt a hot air rising from his body, and then a bulge suddenly appeared on his back.

With a "sizzle" sound of clothes breaking.

Iron wings burning with golden flames in silver-white appeared on his back and spread out directly. There were flames and blood residues between the feathers, which were still dripping slowly.

After spreading out, it was about three meters long, occupying most of the room.

Each feather was trembling, as if announcing its arrival.

It really looked like an angel spreading his wings. These wings were made of iron, and there was an extra touch of regular beauty.

"Oh~" Seeing this scene, Kroya couldn't help clapping his hands: "Mr. Baron, you are really cruel to yourself.

Awesome, let me help you. "

As he spoke, he grasped a piece of Water Essence placed in the magic crystal in his hand, and a blue magic pattern appeared at the base of his thumb.

Water drops like a rain curtain sprayed out from it, slowly falling on the baron's back, and his bloody back flesh showed obvious signs of healing between the water drops.

This is the Water Restoration Technique in Water Magic.

Baron Kemoye felt that the tearing pain in his back was relieved a lot under the water drops, and he panted and thanked: "Thank you, Master Cloya."

"You're welcome." Cloya smiled: "Your will makes me feel emotional, but let me ask... You should have light fighting spirit in your body, right?"

When asking this question, Cloya's eyes were fixed on the baron's back, where the wings grew out.

There were not only water drops of the Water Restoration Technique flowing there, but also a very tiny sacred halo flowing.

Although it is weak, its quality is really good. Even without the help of water recovery, it should be able to help the baron recover quickly.

Yes, his ancestors were pioneer knights of the Church. How could there be no cultivation methods left behind?

You should know that the battles faced by those pioneer knights were much more complicated than now. It is said that there were traces of orcs in the North at that time.

Not only did they have to face the harsh natural environment, but they also had to deal with the harassment of magic beasts, magic plants and orcs.

If they were not strong in combat, they would have died without a bone left.

"Huh..." The baron took a few deep breaths, tried to control his wings, and replied: "That's right, my ancestor did have bright fighting spirit at that time, and also left fighting spirit seeds.

But I haven't practiced it, so it only has the ability to protect me."

"I see." Kloya nodded, stretched out his hand and used magic to open the door: "You should also want to try the feeling of flying in the sky, right?"

"Please, I also want to see how the magic weapon I made is."

"Of course." The baron reluctantly took a step, but with expectation on his face, he walked outside the Lotus Guest House.

He leaned over and looked up at the vast night sky, adapting and flapping his wings, and golden flames burned in the silver-white wings.

Gradually lifted into the air during the flapping process.

The speed was very slow and firm.

In the process of flying, there was flame and blood spilled.

Successfully hovered in the air, and then flew away, from unfamiliar to proficient, and the last wing spread could fly more than ten meters away.

"Well, it flies pretty fast." Croa looked at the baron from below, actually thinking about what magic to use to deal with such a flying target in the air.

After thinking about it, he found that this flying speed was very slow for Croa. If he wanted, he could use simple spells such as fireballs and ice cones to block his way.

Although the air is an advantage, the wings of the light can also mobilize the fire of the light. It is not a particularly easy thing to perfectly control the wings of the light and the fire of the light inside.

At least there is no threat to Croa.

But it is really beautiful.

"Should you arrange one for your subordinates, use the water sword as a weapon, and the wings of the light as flying and defense..."

"Make a set."

Croa pounded his palm like this, and then waited patiently for the baron to land, and admired the clear starry sky at the seaside.

As expected, he did not find any familiar constellations in it. These stars were shining in the sky, but they were full of strangeness and deep mystery.

After looking for a while, he shook his head and retracted his gaze.

...

Ten minutes later.

The baron, who had received the Prayer Light Wings on his back, followed Cloya back into the house. Although he was still twitching from time to time due to the pain, his expression was quite excited.

The desire to fly is innate in everyone.

Flying with wings like this, the feeling is really indescribable. If he hadn't felt that his physical strength had reached the limit, he would probably continue.

"Master Cloya, this feeling is really great!"

He couldn't help sharing his joy: "The magic weapon you made seems to be better than what my ancestors recorded.

I actually flew for so long on my first flight."

"That's good." Cloya smiled: "Come on, get this scroll done, and go to rest."

"Okay." The baron nodded, walked to the front of the clay tablet, and cut his finger again.

Drops of blood fell on the center of the clay tablet, where there was no pattern.

After a faint flash of light, the clay tablet automatically flew up, shrank and stuck directly on the back of his hand.

It turned into a small pattern and gradually disappeared.

So far, the three magic tools he ordered from Croa have been completed.

Baron Kemoye thanked Croa again and turned to leave, still staggering.

Obviously, he lost too much blood and consumed a lot of physical energy.

It is estimated that he will have to rest for a while to fully recover and then control the wings of light.

Having completed one thing, Croa felt in a good mood and said to the King of Mu Yao Qu Teng: "Give him a bottle of potion when he wakes up."

"Okay, master."

The new Morning Coconut potion has a very good effect on this situation. When he really can't do without the potion and convenience provided by Croa, it's time to close the net.

...

After completely solving this matter, Croa took Mir and Huanling Yunshe, who had simply washed their bodies and changed into clean clothes, into the laboratory.

Speaking of controlling and exploring magic, the Orpheus Swan Recorder Tree is definitely the best.

And it has a little spirituality and is easy to control.

"Stand in front of it."

Pointing at the Orpheus Swan Recorder Tree, Kloya ordered.

Mir stood in front of the recorder tree obediently, and then he felt the sound of music, and at the same time, something drilled into his wound.

As the thing went deeper, Kloya, who had been paying attention to the star spirit of the Orpheus Swan Recorder Tree, became more and more serious.

"How... How is it possible."

In the end, he even rubbed his eyes, a little doubting whether he had seen it wrong.