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

Chapter 80 80. Owl Olive Crown

As he thought, the owl flew faster and faster.

"Cuckoo!"

Seeing that it almost turned into a circle of light around him, Croya helplessly stretched out his fingers, and a ball of orange magic power gathered on his fingertips.

"Here, give it to you."

After seeing this ball of magic power, the owl immediately stopped, stared at it with both eyes, and then stretched out its head to take a sip.

"Woo~"

He raised his neck and swallowed the magic power directly.

As soon as it was swallowed, the magic power soaked its body, and its originally stable white soul was dyed orange by the magic power.

From a white owl to an orange owl.

"Cuckoo!"

More excited voices came.

It flapped its wings and screamed with joy.

After hovering in mid-air, it suddenly flew towards Croya's head.

During the flight, the body gradually changed, and finally turned into an extremely exquisite crown made of olive branches.

"Oh?" Croya didn't stop it.

This ghost owl looks very special, but in fact the magic power in its body is not very strong. Its spontaneous magic shield can withstand all the opponent's attacks.

He wanted to see what the owl was going to do.

The delicate crown made of olive branches gently fell about three centimeters above Croya's head, and wisps of light fell gently.

The moment the halo fell on his head, Croya suddenly felt that his thoughts became calm and distant.

Everything in front of me seemed to have calmed down. There was no longer any disturbance or turmoil in the world. Everything seemed to have slowed down.

This feeling is very strange.

You must know that as a third-level mage, Croya's thinking speed is very fast, otherwise it would not be possible to form a complete spell model in an instant.

But after putting on the olive branch crown, he suddenly felt that it would be good to slow down. Those complicated thoughts and complicated magic flowed by like a calm stream.

It's like the data flow flowing on a high-speed computer slows down, so you can see it more clearly.

Every magic pattern, spell model, spell, spell-casting gesture...

"Take a break."

This was a great opportunity for other mages, but Croya did not start to remember it, but chose to enjoy the peace and comfort of this moment.

Point your finger slightly downward.

Immediately, the soil rose up and turned into a chair with armrests. He sat on it, crossed his legs and slowly stared at the sky.

Just unconsciously looking at the clouds in the sky.

I quickly became addicted.

Rob looked at Croya who suddenly came down leisurely, a little confused, but he could feel... his master seemed to be more powerful.

He didn't dare to move, just waiting for Croya to come to his senses.

…

About five minutes later, the crown on her head turned into an owl again, and Croya woke up from such a comfortable and peaceful state.

"Gugu~"

The owl landed lightly on his shoulder and wanted to rub its head against Croya's face, but was stopped by magic.

This was not Croya's intention, but an instinctive reaction. The magic power in his body was resisting the direct contact of the death magic power.

It... after all, is no longer the warm and soft feathers it used to be when it was alive. It's okay if there are clothes between them, but if they come into direct contact, it will become very troublesome.

The dead and the living are two worlds after all.

When it didn't hit Croya as expected, it seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then pretended to be nonchalant and used its beak to comb its feathers that would never fall out of place.

But no matter how you look at it, you feel a little lost and at a loss.

Just like people scratch their hair and make small movements when they are embarrassed.

"..."

I don't know what happened, but a flash of pity flashed in Croya's heart. He gathered his magic power on his hand to form a protection, and then touched it gently.

The touch of orange magic is like sunlight shining on your body.

Warm and cozy.

The owl cooed and enjoyed it peacefully.

While stroking it, Croya took a look at its astral body and found that its olive branch seemed a little whiter and a little longer.

That is to say, only the extremely precise observation method of the astral body engraving technique can detect it. If you look at it with the naked eye, you will never find that it has grown longer.

Is it because of absorbing emotions?

Or was it his magic that worked?

Croya decided to observe further.

Now is the time for him to check out his harvest—the long-awaited harvest.

"How many things are there in total this time?"

He stood up from the chair, returned the chair to the ground, and asked as he walked into the warehouse.

Rob took a few steps forward, pushed open the door of the warehouse, and replied: "There are ten second-level monsters, blue sheep, twenty first-level monsters, black-feathered chickens, twenty first-level monsters, kabamon, and two One first-level magic plant crystal apple tree, ten first-level magic plant luminous grass, ten first-level magic plant black lavender..."

He had just compiled these data, so the report was very smooth, without any hesitation.

"There are quite a lot of them." Croya had already seen the situation inside the warehouse - some sheep with rock-gray wool were slowly eating fodder, and there were chickens with black feathers pecking at the ground next to them.

On the other side, there are wrapped apple trees, light white grass, and black lavender.

At first glance, there are not many, but the variety is indeed very rich.

These magic beasts and magic plants are common in Hanhai County, and Cloya naturally knows their functions-

The milk of rock goats is extremely effective for the development of children. Long-term consumption can make the body stronger; clothes made of its wool can become as hard as rock after being soaked in magic.

Black-feathered chickens can lay eggs twice a day. Although the eggs are small, they taste delicious and the nutritional value is certainly not bad.

Needless to say, the Kaba beast is what Cloya specifically asked for. When the time comes, it will be directly handed over to the Kaba beast tribe over there and let them take care of it. It will be a self-propelled refining furnace again.

The crystal apple tree can absorb the magic power of the corresponding area and grow fruits with different properties. After a little processing, it can be used to refine magic potions.

The night-shining grass is a magic plant that can glow at night. Its light has a certain effect of dispelling evil. If it is gathered together, it can even be used as a magic circle.

The last black lavender...its effect is to calm the nerves and help sleep, which is a little bit overlapped with the effect of calming lily of the valley.

But it doesn't matter, one is high-level and the other is low-level.

In general, the value of this batch of goods is definitely far more than the value of refined holy white iron. Mr. Baron really bleeds a lot.

It seems that he really cares about the lives of himself and his men.

Kloya took a slow step and carefully observed these magic beasts and magic plants, trying to find some special guys.

As a result, he really found them.

There was a black-feathered chicken that looked ordinary and followed its fellows to peck at the ground. Its consciousness was captured by Kloya.

"I'm not a chicken..."

"I can't be discovered..."

"Hey, where are my fellows?"

Along with the consciousness, there was also a hint after identification-

Phantom Feather Cloud Snake.

Kloya blinked.

Oh.

Something wrong has mixed into the chicken flock!

He first observed the astral body of the phantom feather cloud snake. This is the most intuitive existence and will not change because of its appearance.

What you can see is a snake that looks like it is formed by white clouds. It has some feathers on its body, which looks a little sacred.

‘Don’t even think about running away once you’re in my hands. ’

Kloya walked over calmly, stretched out his hand and grabbed the chicken’s feathers, and it immediately made a panicked “cluck cluck” sound.

It looks no different from an ordinary chicken.

The surrounding chickens gathered together in panic after it called them like this, and their eyes were full of tension, staring at Kloya and trembling.

Although Kloya did not deliberately show any magic power now, the magic power emanating from the magic shield that formed spontaneously on his body was enough to scare and terrify these first-level monsters.

After capturing the phantom feather cloud snake, he told Robert: "Go to the back mountain to plant what needs to be planted, and take the Kabamon to the back mountain. I have other arrangements for the mountain goat and the black-feathered chicken."

After that, Kloya left the warehouse with the chicken.

Very quickly, he cast a magical blessing and quickly came to an uninhabited area.

"Is it time for you to return to your original state?"

He threw the trembling chicken to the ground.

He said with sharp eyes: "Phantom feather cloud snake?"

After the observation just now, he was sure that this chicken had a very perfect wisdom, even higher than the sunflower that gave birth to a soul.

How was such a being captured, and whether there was any intention, he needed to figure it out.

"Black-feathered chicken" was stunned when he heard his voice.

"What? Can a human find me?"

The astral body conveyed such consciousness.

It looked directly at Kloya with its eyes, and a wisp of white magic of clouds began to flash on its body. As the mist rose, it changed from a dark chicken to a snake with a straight body.

White feathers grew on its body, like clouds and mist.

Its body was also translucent and transparent, like a white gem, but you couldn't see any internal organs in it.

Elemental creature.

Another elemental creature.

It hissed and spit out its tongue, and the voice formed by the resonance of magic sounded: "You... are not an ordinary magician."

"I have already hidden it very well..."

Before he finished speaking, the owl that had been squatting on Cloya's shoulder tilted its head, and then flapped its wings and rushed down.

With lightning speed, it caught the phantom feather cloud snake.

The sharp beak went straight to the snake's head.

If this bite was strong, the death magic and elemental magic would inevitably collide, and the result... I'm afraid both sides would be injured.

Cloya: "..."

How could I forget that owls eat snakes!

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