Chapter 31 31. Suddenly ripe barley
After waking up the next morning, Croya felt that his mental power seemed to have increased a little, and he slept very peacefully.
Although he usually slowly increases his magic power and mental power, this time it was obviously improved a lot.
One night is at least equivalent to three days of normal improvement.
He glanced at his room strangely, paused for a moment on the essential oil lamp hanging from the ceiling, and then looked at the crescent-shaped fruit.
"You must be the weird one, are you playing some role?"
Cloya stood up and took the crescent moon fruit and looked at it again and again, but never found it. What's weird? I was confused and decided to go to bed later tonight and check it out.
In order to avoid any problems with this thing when he left, he simply put it into the storage magic weapon given by the mermaid and took it with him.
Then he got dressed, took his staff and left the room after finishing tidying up, and reached the first floor of the castle.
At this time, there were two girls in white clothes waiting on the other side of the stairs. When they found him coming down, they immediately bowed respectfully.
"Master Mage!"
"Do you need a meal now?"
They have obviously been trained, and their behavior and movements are no different from the maids trained by the Mage Association in the capital. What's the difference? At most, it's just a bit unfamiliar.
But generally speaking, it was okay. I didn’t look around, and I didn’t show any inappropriate thoughts or actions. There are many maids in the royal capital who have unclear relationships with magicians.
To be honest, Croya appreciates people who want to make progress, but the prerequisite is that you need to show your own value. If you have the ability, of course he doesn't mind giving some resources to train him.
The premise is that you have the ability.
"Let's eat now." He said this and walked towards the restaurant.
Soon, today’s breakfast was served by the maids.
It turned out to be milk and brown bread and a grilled fish fillet.
The bread looked fluffy and smelled sweet with milk, which surprised Chloe a little.
The bread seems to be baked well today.
The main food in this world is bread. As a lord, of course he can eat white bread. But to be honest, the bread made some time ago was quite exaggerated, neither fluffy nor soft.
Compared to the bread before time travel, it is completely different.
But it was also white. Why did it become black today? No, it was a little brown?
He picked it up and took a bite in confusion.
“Huh?”
The bread this time turned out to be unexpectedly delicious. It was soft in the mouth and sweet in taste. It was just right when paired with the slightly salty and spicy grilled fish fillet. .
It tastes better than bread made from refined white flour. It is obviously the difference in raw materials.
He was quite satisfied with this meal.
This staple food does taste a little more satisfying than simply eating seafood.
After he finished eating the bread and drank the milk, he took the napkin handed by the maid, wiped his mouth, and asked with satisfaction: "Has the chef changed today?"
The little maid hurriedly paid respect. Replied: "Master Mage, today I am using the bread made from the Poseidon barley you brought."
Poseidon barley?
I’ve been here for just over a month, but I’m so sure it’s mature. Why don’t I know?
"Go and call Rob." He did not continue to ask the little maid any more questions, intending to ask Rob directly.
"Okay." The little maid immediately turned and left.
After a while, Rob came over, saluted and said with a smile: "Lord Cloya, the Poseidon barley you brought is growing very well, and for some unknown reason, the first crop has matured.
I tried some methods of drying overnight and there was no problem, so I baked bread for you today.”
“Drying overnight...is not the way to go. Did that guy Sesu sell the low-level magic scroll?"
"Yes, you should enjoy it." Robb bowed slightly.
The drying scroll is a relatively common scroll spell. Because it is easy to make, it comes out a lot. It's not uncommon for Sesul to have it in his hands.
Chloë didn’t pay too much attention, but said strangely:
“I don’t know why?”
He frowned : "If I prepared the magic potion, it should mature quickly, but I didn't interfere... Forget it, I'll go take a look."
Looking at Rob's behavior, you can tell that he doesn't understand either. What's going on?
It’s better to go and see for yourself.
Robert felt the same way. The barley was found to be ripe yesterday. After checking that it was not poisonous, it was hurriedly ground into flour and made into bread today.
This kind of barley brought from the royal capital is indeed different from ordinary barley. The baked bread is fluffy and soft, which is completely different from ordinary bread.
I gave Cro Adam breakfast as soon as possible.
He knew that Croya was suffering from the unpalatable food on the island during this period.
Before leaving, Croya also ordered the three teenagers from last night to follow him. Rob was a little surprised when he heard this, and felt a little emotional that those three people were lucky.
If they can catch Croya's eyes, they might become a master on Hanjiao Island in the future - of course, the premise is that they can keep Croya satisfied.
......
In this way,
a group of five people arrived at the place where Poseidon Barley is planted, which is a silver-white beach on the seaside.
The sun is shining, and the silvery white and light blue are intertwined, which is very beautiful.
The reefs are densely covered, and those reefs form a barrier similar to a fence. At night, the seawater will be poured in due to high tide, and during the day, it will block the seawater.
Ensure that the sea water in that area always maintains an average line.
Soaked in the sea water, lush barley that is half a person tall and has a bluish appearance grows.
The ears of wheat hang down heavily, almost plump to the naked eye, and it hardly looks like they have grown for just a month.
Theoretically speaking, Poseidon barley cultivated by a mage takes sixty days - which is half the time for ordinary barley to mature.
It’s only been a month now.
The result is already mature?
Kloya was very puzzled, so he simply walked into the wheat field and used magic power and astral body engraving techniques to feel the condition of the barley.
As a result, he found that the growth of these barley was very natural, with no signs of being ripened by magic power, and the astral body was also very stable.
The only strange thing is that the natural magic power inside is a little full. It stands to reason that this kind of ordinary crop that has not even reached the magic plant should not have much natural magic power.
Everything goes wrong for a reason.
He has sensed the sea and land here. There is no overflowing natural magic, so only man-made factors are left.
He returned to the shore and said to Robert: "Who usually takes care of these barley?"
The latter quickly said: "I have checked. Russell and the Okros family usually take care of them. Before they came to the island, they were said to have farmed land for a viscount."
" Let them come over, remember, the whole family will come over." Croya patted his clothes and sat on the flat stone beside him with a calm expression.
As a lord, his demands are naturally absolute.
So without much effort, eight farm servants with somewhat frightened expressions were brought over. Only four were adults, and the others were seven or eight-year-old children as well as teenagers.
They hurriedly knelt down and saluted Croya, their bodies trembling terribly, as if they were about to go to the gallows.
They didn’t know what Croya wanted them to do, but the mage’s moodiness was really deeply rooted in people’s hearts.
I am afraid that in their eyes, if Croya, the mage lord, wants to embarrass them, he can make their whole family disappear into the sea with just a few words.
Cloya didn't pay attention to their expressions. He just focused his magic power on his eyes and squinted to look carefully. Finally, his eyes rested on a little girl with her head lowered but her hair was golden.
Her hair... is not ordinary blonde.
But like the waves of rice ears and wheat in autumn, it represents the golden color of the harvest, and he had heard of this golden color in the Mage Association.
(End of chapter)