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

Chapter 297 297. The exchange of suffering, the kindness of the goddess of the underworld

"Gah!"

Before Croa could react, the fish-tailed sea duck king beside him was wrapped in the blue ocean light and rushed directly to the source of the sound.

Although he looked silly and cute, he was as brave as a warrior at this moment.

Although the fish-tailed sea ducks were the oldest in Croa's forces, their potential was not high. They could forcibly stack themselves to the fourth level of magic power under such circumstances.

Its combat power was certainly very strong.

When it rushed over, the waves and storms that rolled up forcibly knocked down the surrounding trees, and the shadow in the center was a little shaken.

But unfortunately, that was all.

As the favored one of the goddess of the underworld, the withering messenger was certainly not a mere monster that could resist. Her arms flew like strips of cloth, and instantly wrapped the fish-tailed sea duck king like a dumpling.

The poor sea duck king struggled hard, but like a bug falling into a spider web, there was no room for resistance.

"Quack quack!"

- If it was just him, it would be miserable.

But its owner was still beside him.

Kloya gently stroked the strings: "Miss Witch, you sneaked in like this and bullied my pet. It's really too much."

A bright light appeared beside him in an instant, and the halo that was already close to the rainbow flickered and fell directly on Miss Witch's arms, neck and ankles.

This method comes from the Ark's space jump and confinement magic. You must know that the latter is used to confine the power of gods.

It is equivalent to a special attack enhancement for gods.

In addition, the light of his "Rainbow Poem" is a bit incompatible with death, and it also has a restraining effect, so even the Withering Messenger was easily controlled by him.

If it weren't for the inability to mobilize the light of the constellations, Croa really wanted to give her a spark of fire from the sky, so that she could enjoy the consequences of being a riddler and bullying her pet.

After escaping from the trap, the fishtail sea duck king ran to Croa pitifully, hugged the latter's thigh with his hands, and there seemed to be tears in his big eyes.

Croa was amused and rubbed the sea duck king's head: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

The sea duck king immediately hugged tighter and rubbed several times.

"..."

The withering messenger in the distance didn't expect that he could be trapped.

She had the blessing of the goddess of the underworld, and could travel between the world of the living and the dead, which was equivalent to the top-level space-type blessings.

Now she was suddenly in a dilemma-should she tell everything, or simply die once and return to the river of the underworld to be reborn?

The witch lady, who usually relied on her own blessings, felt the bitter taste for the first time.

"Witch sister!" Agatha was shocked.

In the blink of an eye, she didn't react at all, and thought that it was because she gave the picture to Cloya that this consequence occurred.

When had the girl ever seen such a scene before? She was a little panicked for a while.

"Don't worry." Cloya comforted her: "I just want to chat with this witch lady..."

As he said this, he took out an exquisite little house from the space magic ring and threw it gently into the distance.

The house began to grow larger when it landed, and eventually became a three-story mansion, with bright windows, wooden walls, and lifelike metal flower beds made with extremely exquisite craftsmanship.

"Wow!" Agatha's attention was immediately attracted by the mansion.

Not to mention her, it is estimated that even some low-level extraordinary people have no chance to see such a mansion, this thing is too expensive.

However, this is what Cloya carved casually when he was bored.

No matter how much the mansion technique of the elves can't be compared with the space folding technology of the Sky Ark, so with the same materials, the area of ​​this mansion is twice as large as that made by the elves.

It is a full 300 square meters, and the interior is all made according to his ideal intelligent home. It can be said that after entering, you only need to move around, and everything else is handled by the intelligent module.

After the mansion was fully unfolded, he used his strength to pull the Withering Messenger, and then took Agatha and the Sea Duck King directly into the mansion.

After entering the door, the lights in the house slowly lit up, accompanied by the brilliance of magic and a voice: "Welcome back, master."

"I will process it for you now..."

"Start the magic binding array..."

A special magic pattern slowly lit up on the floor, which directly isolated the space inside the mansion from the outside world. After seeing the magic pattern take shape, Cloya also loosened the restraint on the Withering Messenger.

He sat on the soft sofa, first motioned Agatha to go to another room, then hugged the Sea Duck King: "You can't escape now, Miss Witch.

Tell me, what is the so-called equivalent exchange?"

The Withering Messenger was of course aware of her current situation. She thought about it again and again, and said helplessly: "Mr. Sun, in the extraordinary world, the more you know, the more dangerous it is."

She tried to dispel Cloya's idea in this way. The goddess did not explicitly say that she could tell Cloya, and she really didn't dare to say it.

However, Cloya smiled indifferently: "Since the thing has already happened, I don't care whether I know more or less."

Although he is still cautious now, he is not so cautious. He always needs to understand things so that he can deal with them better.

With his power, he doesn't need to care and be careful so much. He can see the reality of the world whenever he wants.

"..." The Wither Messenger's face without features "stared" at Croya, and finally chose to say what he could.

She made a voice and said: "That is the legendary tree of life that the goddess of Hades, whom I believe in, got from the star realm."

"It is one of the most primitive alchemical systems, and most of the transactions we make are built around it."

"That is, exchange of equal value."

She slowly stretched out six soft arms like strips of cloth and traced them in the void. They immediately formed an upside-down tree, flickering in front of Croya.

"You only need to pay the price to get the gift. The higher the price, the more precious the gift you get."

Croya looked at the tree flashing in front of him, "Haha, isn't that just a sacrifice? You sacrifice and then get a gift. This tree... is not only from the astral world, but also the power of the gods outside the stars, right?"

"I'm curious, are you related to Keleha?"

——Kleha is the former goddess of life.

"!!!" The Wither Messenger was shocked, and his face without facial features suddenly turned pale. "How do you know the name of the goddess?"

There was another sentence she didn't say. Croya actually knew that it was the power of the starry sky alien god...

No wonder she was so shocked. God's real name is actually considered advanced mystical knowledge. Reciting God's name can directly create a certain connection with God.

Generally speaking, gods do not reveal their true names.

Not to mention the name Keleha...

"Haha, I just know." Croya acted very relaxed and comfortable: "I also know that you are a remnant of Northampria."

"..."

"!!!"

The Witherbringer no longer knew how to answer. Fortunately, she had no facial features, otherwise she would have been twisted into a pile by now.

This, who is this Sun Mage? He actually knows these secret things. Will there be any problems if the goddess asks her to come to the western border of Norant Kingdom to conduct transactions?

Sensing something strange in the mental fluctuations of the Wither Messenger, Croya knew that he had guessed correctly. The goddess of the underworld was indeed the former goddess of life.

As for the remnants of Northampria, Croya just tried to ask, but to his surprise, he actually got them out.

I just don’t know what He has experienced from life to Hades, which is in charge of the dead, and what does He want to do now?

He opened his mouth and wanted to continue asking.

But the Wither Messenger interrupted him directly: "Neither my goddess nor I have any ill intentions. The crystal skeleton will bring benefits to your territory, Mr. Sun. This was decided upon by the goddess and a knight.

Even if you kill me now, I can't tell you more. "

After saying that, she just stayed there quietly, as if she didn't care whether she wanted to kill him or not.

Anyway, you can be reborn in the underworld after death.

"Mr. Knight? Could it be..." Croya thought thoughtfully, then glanced at the Witherbringer who was waiting for death, and did not continue to ask.

But he can also be sure that this should be considered a good thing. Anyway, no matter what those gods think, as long as it can benefit him, he won't care so much. "So, the power of the crystal skeleton..."

This time he still didn't finish speaking. The Wither Messenger couldn't wait to say: "Crystal skeleton is a special magic plant system. Each of the 206 bones represents a magic plant."

"Summoned?"

"That's right."

"What's the price?"

"..." The Wither Messenger hesitated: "Suffering, take that girl Agatha, she experienced unimaginable suffering in the first half of her life.

That's why she was able to get the finger bones of this fanged rice tree, which was equivalent to her suffering in exchange for the opportunity to not worry about food in the future. "

Croya was surprised: "Suffering?"

This is indeed what he did not expect. The suffering he suffered in the past can actually be exchanged for such a special treasure. Then...how many people suffer in this world?

If all of them could be exchanged for treasures, how much could be exchanged for them?

The Wither Messenger could see what Croya was thinking and reminded: "Some people live in suffering throughout their lives, but the value of this equivalent exchange can only be measured when the suffering is completely ended."

Croya understood what she meant: Now that he is carrying out such large-scale construction projects in the Western Region, it is actually a profound change for the aboriginal people, and of course it completely separates them from their previous life.

That is how suffering can be ended and exchanged.

But other people on the mainland may not have such an opportunity in their lifetime. The suffering will last until the last moment of their lives, and there will be no chance of exchange at all.

This was indeed something that Croya had never heard of.

"Then what's the use of all this suffering?" He became more and more curious: "Since you think it is an equal exchange, it must be equal, right?"

"That's right."

"To the goddess, it is indeed equivalent."

"He has seen too many souls at the end of the river of the underworld who have experienced a lifetime of numbness and pain. If they cannot enjoy real happiness for one day, they will continue to suffer in the next life.

So He was eager to help those people get rid of their suffering. In the entire Semrio continent, only you, Mr. Sun, did it. "

The Withering Messenger waved his arm and showed a picture - it was a deep black river, with numb souls floating in the river, and their souls were even darker than the river water.

It seemed... gradually dyeing the river black.

This scene surprised Kroya: "I heard that the river of the underworld is black, isn't it originally black?"

"Yes. The river of the underworld was not originally such a dark color, but there were more wailing and painful souls, so it became like this. "

I don't know if he was really happy, the Withering Messenger revealed more secrets: "The souls of the living will pass through the river of the underworld and wash away everything that belongs to the world of the living, but suffering is the heaviest and the most difficult to wash away.

The goddess once said that the purification ability of the river of the underworld is getting worse and worse, and suffering will exist forever with the soul, and in the end it is likely to be completely dragged down by heavy suffering.

At that time, even the goddess will not be able to keep the soul normal, and the world will go to suffering and desolation. "

"..."

This is really the first time to hear such a secret thing. Cloya thought about it carefully and suddenly found that it seemed to be true.

It has been nearly ten years since he came to this world. Every time he looked out, he saw people struggling in suffering. Of course, this is due to the world structure system.

But more, it seems that they are born in pain.

Now he can understand a little.

"So you still have to thank me. I helped so many people get rid of suffering. This should be a great help to your goddess, right?"

"You are right, so I am willing to trade with more people in your territory..."

"Preach by the way?" Cloya interrupted her with a smile: "You specially let Agatha get the picture, is there really no faith flowing to your goddess? ”

He had actually sensed that there was an extremely special magic in the picture, the kind of power that could transfer and transmit regardless of distance, and the ability to absorb faith.

If this continues for a long time, perhaps a "Tree of Life Sect" would be formed, taking root and sprouting in the land of the Western Territory and growing into a big tree.

"..." The Withering Messenger laughed awkwardly, obviously guessed by Cloya. Her goddess wanted to break free from the shackles of the world and must have the help of external forces.

This "Tree of Life" is the helper chosen by the goddess, which can help Him break free from the cage of the world and enter the astral world to become a true great god.

Cloya is indeed considering whether to accept the kindness of the goddess of the underworld.

To be honest, there are indeed many sects that want to develop in his direction. A peaceful, comfortable and prosperous area is helpful for most churches to preach.

Instead of letting Those who come in with bad intentions might as well cooperate with the goddess of the underworld - the church of this goddess is actually very domineering. After all, it involves death, and other churches dare not have too much contact with them.

Moreover, he also heard a lot of information about the goddess of life, Kleha, from Mia. She is a rare kind god.

It is better to be able to come with such a barely known person than those strange gods, and he has the upper hand in this relationship.

The goddess of the underworld needs his ability to eliminate suffering from life in order to better repair the river of the underworld.

To be frank, in the entire Semrio continent, absolutely no one can do better than him.

Thinking of this, he said to the messenger of withering: "I can ignore your preaching, but if I find that you are praising suffering, or have bad guidance...

I will catch all of you and expose you to the sun. "

Kroya's smile was still warm, like the morning sun.

But in the eyes of the Withering Messenger, it was more terrifying than the demons and devils in hell and the abyss - let them bask in the sun? What a cruel punishment!

She trembled and assured: "You can rest assured that all our actions are in accordance with the guidance of the goddess and Mr. Theodore, even our current communication is under their supervision. "

"Hmm? "Kloya blinked, stretched out her hand and scattered a piece of scale powder floating in the void. The dust seemed to have its own life and quickly rushed in a certain direction.

Then...

The space seemed to be eroded, gradually revealing the scene of the goddess of the underworld, Kleha and Theodore, who were watching this place through believers in a very far distance.

Kleha: "..."

Theodore: "..."

The two were chatting in the garden with black and gold flowers in full bloom. They didn't expect that someone would find them through divine power. The degree of surprise was definitely no less than seeing the netizens they were chatting with find them through the Internet cable.

For a moment, a god and a legendary knight seemed a little dazed.

It was the knight with gray hair who reacted first and waved to Kloya: "Hello! "

Theodore was spotted by the legendary wizard Ilister when he was alive, and was able to enter the eyes of the goddess of the underworld so quickly after his death. Of course, there must be something special about him.

Even though it was such a gloomy place, he waved his hand and smiled, giving people a very sunny and heroic spirit. No wonder he was so popular with people (gods).

What a ghost!

Kloya's face was gloomy. He really hated the feeling of being watched. No wonder he felt something was wrong just now. It turned out that someone was really spying on him.

"Goddess."

"I hate being spied on the most."

He warned seriously: "If you do this again, I will make you and your church pay the price."

This is of course not just a threat.

The underworld is actually surrounded by the astral world. Theodore has his rock notes on him, so he can find it so quickly, and of course he can also launch a remote attack on the kingdom of the goddess of the underworld.

What will happen when the power of the sun comes into contact with death? He is actually quite curious.

The goddess wrapped in black fog did not expect that she would be threatened, but she was really worried that the mage who could so quickly cross the barriers between reality and the underworld to find her...

Forget it, I can't afford to offend him.

So He laughed: "My followers cannot decide such important matters, so I am watching here.

Mage of the Sun, to express my apology.

I will give you an authority.

An authority that can make the dead stay in the world forever, you must need it."

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