Chapter 351: Chapter 0348: I Need to Lie Down a Bit Longer (Second Update)
 

Not long after the birth of the Apple Bug, Liszt’s eighteenth Elf Bug was also about to arrive. The yellowing leaves in the wheat field had finally recovered to lush green under the meticulous care of the serfs, and among them, a tall wheat seedling stood out with its exceptional growth.

It had condensed Magic Power, becoming a Cordyceps.

The Smoke Mission, too, had conveniently changed: “Complete the mission, reward: one Little Wheat Elf Bug.”

Liszt was very pleased with the birth of the Little Wheat Bug, for wheat was among the most important of grain crops. A Little Wheat Bug, capable of increasing wheat yield, generally commanded a price of over four thousand Gold Coins on the market.

“Before the festival season, it took me nearly half a year to harvest five Elf Bugs: Peanut Bug, Dragon Hollyhock Bug, Tomato Bug, Fragrant Coconut Bug, and Corn Grass Bug; after the festival season, in less than half that time, I’ve already harvested nine Elf Bugs: Little Wheat Bug, Apple Bug, three Rubber Bugs, and four Serpent Blood Fruit Bugs.”

Although the variety might not be rich, the quantity was certainly plenty, especially the Rubber Bugs and Serpent Blood Fruit Bugs, which came in droves.

Just a few days ago, the Rubber Bug exerted Tri-Phase Force for the second time, restoring the nearby Rubber Trees in the rubber plantation to their optimal state, greatly enhancing both the speed and amount of rubber harvested.

The Port Town had already begun using liquid rubber to construct houses and roads.

This would be the first modern town under Liszt’s rule.

The Smoke in front of him slowly drifted, forming new Serpent Script content: “Mission: Perhaps in your hasty search, you have not discovered the significance of the Silver Coin Pendant, it is no mere common silver coin, it has received the blessing of Magic Power, and perhaps it can awaken a magician in a coma. Reward: A down-on-his-luck Magician.”

A light brightened before his eyes.

Without hesitation, Liszt went to visit the comatose Magician in the town.

“Stay outside the door, do not disturb me while I heal the Magician.” After dismissing the manservant and Retainer Knights, he went straight to the bedside, looking at Chris, who was being meticulously cared for by several women.

When she was first pulled up, her complexion was pale without a trace of color, like a dead person.

Now, however, she was quite rosy, although her looks were still of ordinary rank, with Liszt only able to rate her a passing score of 6 out of 10.

The Silver Coin Pendant was still around her neck.

When he had previously examined it, he had noticed nothing unusual about the silver coin, other than perhaps that it was made from a particularly unusual material, possibly the feather-light Magic Metal Mithril. Now that the Smoke Mission had mentioned it, he used his Eye of Magic to scrutinize it carefully and attempted to infuse it with Dou Qi.

The moment Dou Qi was infused, a few runes of Magic Power flashed brightly on the silver coin.

Subsequently, a Magician’s chanting sound began, akin to celestial music, yet he couldn’t understand the content of the song, which was merely a repetition of a few syllables.

“Is this the Moon Language?” Liszt tried to capture the melody, “According to several Magic Books, Magicians from the Ancient Moon Empire were all able to perform blessing spells. Could this melody be one such blessing spell?”

The Moon Empire was the “source” of all civilizations in the nations.

Magicians also took pleasure in uncovering magic from the era of the Moon Empire, delighting in studying the Moon Language and advocating that all national languages were inherited from it, with many words being variants of the Moon Language.

Now, the blessing spell in Moon Language began to resonate.

It indeed sounded very pleasant.

Liszt found himself somewhat entranced, but he continued to observe the Silver Coin with the Eye of Magic, its Magic Power runes acting like the strings of a musical instrument, with each vibration producing a tone of the Moon Language. Gradually, the Magic Power in the air seemed to respond to the blessing spell, rippling and converging like water waves.

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Eventually, the converging magic power began to wash over the unconscious magician.

A long while later.

The blessing spell dissipated, and the luster of the silver coin also faded gradually. Despite Liszt’s efforts to inject Dou Qi, he couldn’t trigger a new blessing spell. At that moment, the magician, who had been unconscious for over a week, let out a light cough.

“Cough, cough.”

She hadn’t woken up yet, but her eyelids were fluttering.

Liszt straightened his Flack·Abaie and displayed an appropriately noble smile, thinking to himself, “Though using the magician I already had in my possession as a reward for the Smoke Mission is a bit sly, being able to awaken Chris quickly is still quite good.”

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The dim world had no end.

She felt her body was full of fatigue, her head as if it had been struck by a hammer, unable to concentrate, weak, uncomfortable, exhausted, and dizzy.

With no escape, she could only keep wandering in the dimness, growing more tired and helpless with each passing moment.

Just then, a faint voice reached her ears. It was like a spring of clear water pouring over her body, drenching her completely, seeping through her from head to toe. Her clouded consciousness also began to clear, and a lamp suddenly lit up in the dark world, marking the exit.

She ran with all her might toward the exit’s light, using every ounce of her strength.

No longer wishing to sink into the boundless gloom, she finally reached the exit, where the light was bright enough to dazzle her, making her involuntarily close her eyes.

But still, she rushed through without a second thought.

A brand new world unfolded before her eyes – a simple wooden hut. There were no extra decorations, yet there was a handsome man with eyes as blue as gemstones, wearing the highest form of a smile, gazing at her faintly. Their eyes met, as if seeing into each other’s souls.

“Ah…” She made a sound, but her voice was terribly hoarse.

“You’re awake,” the handsome man said with a slightly magnetic, pleasant voice, questioning her.

Such elegant demeanor, such tender voice, and eyes that saw through to the soul, it was like a dream, making her feel as if she had escaped a nightmare and entered a spring dream: “I…” Her voice was still very raspy and unable to convey a complete thought.

In fact, her entire being was still in a daze, not fully conscious.

“I’m pleased you’ve woken up. You might still be unclear about what happened, but after I rescued you from the sea, you’ve been unconscious for almost a week now,” the handsome man said with a smile that seemed to clear the gloom away. “You don’t seem to be completely recovered yet. I’ll have someone take care of you, and we’ll talk more when you’re alert.”

Then, he turned and left. Shortly after, a few women dressed as commoners came in.

They roughly helped her up, one of them vigorously wiping her face with a towel and asking, “Magician miss, are you feeling better now?”

Another was braiding her hair with enough force to pull it out, while also speaking, “When the great and benevolent Lord Landlord rescued you, your hair was a mess. I’m not sure how you usually do your hair, so I just tied it into a ponytail for now.”

“I…” She was truly at a loss for words from being fussed over so much but finally gritted her teeth and managed to say, “Can I lie down a bit longer? I’m feeling a bit dizzy.”