Chapter 348 I Need to Lie Down for a While

The apple bug had only recently emerged, and Liszt's eighteenth spirit bug was also about to arrive. The yellowing wheat leaves had finally returned to a vibrant green under the meticulous care of the serfs. One tall wheat seedling among them showed a distinctively different growth.

It had already condensed magic power, becoming a spirit bug.

The smoke mission also changed at just the right moment: "Complete the mission, reward one wheat spirit bug."

Liszt was very pleased with the birth of the wheat bug, as wheat was the most important type of grain crop. Wheat bugs that could increase yield were generally valued at over 4,000 gold coins on the market.

"Before the year-end festival, it took me almost half a year to harvest only five spirit bugs: peanut bug, nightshade bug, tomato bug, coconut bug, and corn grass insect. After the year-end festival, in less than half a year, I've already harvested nine spirit bugs: wheat bug, apple bug, three rubber bugs, and four snake blood fruit bugs."

Although the variety might not be rich, the quantity was certainly abundant, especially the rubber bugs and snake blood fruit bugs, which came in droves.

Just a few days ago, the rubber bugs used the Three Phase Power again, restoring the rubber trees nearby to their optimal state, greatly increasing the speed and quantity of rubber collection.

The port town was already using rubber water to construct houses and roads.

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

The smoke before him slowly drifted, forming new serpentine script: "Mission: Perhaps in your hasty search, you didn’t discover the true nature of the silver coin pendant. It is far from an ordinary coin; it has been blessed by magic power and might be able to awaken the mage in a coma. Reward: Stranded mage."

His interest was piqued.

Without much hesitation, Liszt headed to the town to visit the comatose mage.

"Stay outside and don't disturb me while I treat the mage," he dismissed the footmen and squire knight, walking straight to the bedside, looking at Cris, who had been carefully tended by several women.

When she was first pulled out of the water, her face was pale with no trace of blood, like a dead person.

But now her complexion was quite rosy, though her appearance was still rather ordinary. On a scale of 10, Liszt could only give her a passing 6.

The silver coin pendant was still around her neck.

When he had examined the coin before, he hadn't noticed anything unusual about it, except that the material was somewhat special, possibly made from the lightest magical metal, mithril. Now, reminded by the smoke mission, he used the Magic Eye to observe it closely and attempted to inject mana.

The moment mana was injected, several magic runes suddenly appeared on the coin.

Then, the mage's chanting followed, like a heavenly melody, though the words were unintelligible, just repetitions of a few syllables.

"Is it the language of the moon?" Liszt tried to catch the melody, "According to several magic books, the mages of the ancient Moon Empire could perform blessing spells. Is this melody now a blessing spell?"

The Moon Empire was the "source" of all civilizations in various countries.

Mages also enjoyed digging into the magic of the Moon Empire period, fond of deciphering the language of the moon and claiming that many words in modern languages were derived from it.

Now, the blessing spell of the language of the moon was being chanted.

It did sound very pleasant.

Liszt found himself entranced but continued to observe the silver coin with the Magic Eye. The magic runes on the coin resembled strings of a musical instrument, each vibration producing a note of the language of the moon. Gradually, the magic in the air began to converge like rippling water.

Eventually, this gathered magic began to wash over the comatose mage.

After a while.

The blessing spell dissipated, and the silver coin's glow faded; Liszt tried again, but the coin no longer responded to his mana. The mage, who had been in a coma for over a week, suddenly coughed lightly.

"Cough, cough."

She hadn't awakened yet, but her eyelids were trembling. After over a week in a coma, the mage let out a soft cough.

Liszt adjusted his frac Abé, revealing a perfectly appropriate noble smile. He thought to himself, "Although it feels a bit underhanded to use a magician who was already in my possession as the reward for the smoke mission, it’s still great that we can wake Cris up quickly."

　……

The dim world seemed endless.

Her body felt like lead, her head pounding as if struck by a hammer. Weak, uncomfortable, drowsy, and dizzy, she was unable to focus on anything.

There was nowhere to run, no way out. She wandered endlessly in the dimness, growing more exhausted and helpless with each step.

Just then, a faint voice reached her ears. The voice was like a cool breeze, refreshing and invigorating, clearing her foggy mind and illuminating the path ahead.

She ran with all her might toward the light of the exit.

No longer wanting to sink in the boundless dimness, she finally reached the exit. The light was so bright it hurt her eyes, and she was forced to close them.

But she rushed forward without hesitation.

Suddenly, a new world came into view—a simple wooden house, unadorned but welcoming. Inside stood a handsome man with striking blue eyes, like gemstones, smiling at her with an air of nobility. Their eyes met, and it felt like he could see right through her.

"Ah..." she croaked, her throat terribly hoarse.

"You're awake," the handsome man said with a slightly magnetic, pleasant voice. "I'm very glad to see you've regained consciousness. You’ve been unconscious for over a week since we rescued you from the sea." His smile was like sunlight breaking through clouds. "You don’t look fully recovered yet. I’ll have someone take care of you, and we can talk once you’re fully awake."

With that, he turned and left. Soon after, several commoner-dressed women entered.

They roughly helped her sit up, and one of the women scrubbed her face with a towel, asking, “Are you feeling any better, Miss Magician?”

Another woman braided her hair with more enthusiasm than skill, tugging at it so hard it felt like it might come out by the roots. "When the great and benevolent Lord rescued you, your hair was all tangled and messy. I didn’t know how you usually style it, so I just put it in a ponytail for now."

"I..." She was at a loss for words from the ordeal, finally managing to say, "Could I please lie down for a little longer? I’m still feeling quite dizzy."