Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 207 - 169: The Magical Construction Site of Tear Lake Valley_1

Chapter 207: Chapter 169: The Magical Construction Site of Tear Lake Valley_1

Seeing how serious the other party was, Gaven couldn’t help but laugh and said, "Overall, our plan was a success. We at least managed to eradicate three of the Foul Giants’ rotten souls. They must have been desperate to flood in such a powerful force all at once, undoubtedly bringing their forces from reality into this. That’s equivalent to forcibly binding a portion of their combat power. We can think differently, launching an attack on them from the Material Plane."

"Don’t oversimplify things," Lord Virginia shook her head and said, "Though the Foul Giants don’t worship the gods, they have their own priests, the Necromancer Shamans. They possess unique resurrection methods that can send these rotten souls back to their bodies."

"There’s such a thing? It seems I still know too little about the Foul Giants. When you have time, my lord, please give me a detailed briefing to avoid making unnecessary errors." Gaven felt that he had underestimated the race of Foul Giants after having recently slaughtered several of their spirits.

They had been competing with the four Great Courts in the Fairy Wilderness for countless years; they must have their unique strengths.

Lord Virginia didn’t waste words. She simply reached out and touched Gaven’s forehead, allowing a flood of knowledge to directly pour into his brain. This included not just common knowledge about the Foul Giants but also practical knowledge about the use of spells.

After more than twenty days of constant companionship, the current Lord Virginia was no longer as reticent as she initially had been, no longer avoiding Gaven at every turn, especially avoiding soul contact.

Now, quite the contrary, she didn’t want to waste words wherever soul contact could be used.

Efficiency was one reason, but both of them partook with a bit of infatuation, enjoying the intimate and unifying sensation at the soul level.

There’s no denying that this method was extremely efficient.

It was a pity that it couldn’t be widely disseminated.

This situation was more than mere soul contact; it was a blending of souls.

No one would indulge in this kind of soul melding unless they were in an absolutely intimate relationship.

Not just Lord Virginia but also Gaven wouldn’t use this with others, especially with the same gender. To him, this matter was more private, deeper, and more intoxicating than the act of passion between men and women, making it hard to resist and quit.

Lord Virginia’s willingness to engage in this with Gaven spoke volumes.

After receiving the full set of information about the Foul Giants in the Fairy Wilderness from Lord Virginia, Gaven couldn’t help but inhale sharply.

It wasn’t just a severe underestimation of the Foul Giants – he hadn’t seen the full picture at all.

In the Fairy Wilderness, Foul Giants had their own kingdoms, not just one but many. Some were entrenched in the Dark Domain, and some had already extended their claws to the surface.

The Foul Giants entrenched in the Black Forest were part of a kingdom called Black Mirror.

Putting everything else aside and just considering the size of the Black Forest, it was no smaller than Spring Bud Forest. Not to mention that the main body of the Black Mirror Kingdom was located in the Dark Domain. The number of Foul Giants alone ran into the hundreds. Then, there were the Cyclopes, the Bansha Spirits, and other vassal races numbering in the thousands. As for Dark Servants, they were simply innumerable.

Luckily, Spring Bud Forest wasn’t facing this threat alone. On the other side of the Black Forest was the territory of one of the four Great Courts of the Fairy Wilderness, the Court of Summer.

The Foul Giants had concentrated their forces mainly in that direction.

What they were facing now was, at best, an advance team from the Black Mirror Kingdom.

Their war with the Foul Giants was just beginning.

At this moment, Gaven felt somewhat manipulated by Lord Virginia, who had been intentionally drawing him into this grand war.

But if he had to choose again, he would still gladly accept this manipulation. After all, he was nearly devouring her whole, serving as the co-master of Spring Bud Forest; entering a war for one’s own territory could hardly be considered a loss.

To Gaven, who was bothered by so many lice that a few bites didn’t concern him, getting involved in this sort of battle was nothing compared to stopping the Arcane Catastrophe.

Sighing deeply, Lord Virginia said, "The trouble we need to face is not just this. There are complications on the curtain side as well. I need you to come with me."

"What trouble?" Gaven couldn’t help his eyelids twitching involuntarily, a sense of foreboding creeping over him. "It’s not another attack by the Monster Tribe, is it?"

"If the news is true, it might be even more troublesome than that. As for the specifics, you will understand once we get there and meet a certain person," Lord Virginia didn’t elaborate any further.

In the midst of their conversation, they had reached Tear Lake Valley.

"If we keep this up, I will become more and more dependent on you," Gaven couldn’t restrain himself from feeling deeply.

Teleportation was just too convenient.

A journey of hundreds of kilometers wasn’t a problem at all; in the blink of an eye, they were there.

It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

Thinking back, he had traveled for nearly two months from Thacel to the Rocklands. If he had a Teleportation Spell, it would have taken less than two days, and if there were direct teleportation gates, it would have been instantaneous.

Ever since he had Aivensa, the young dragon, Gaven rarely traveled on foot.

Now, with Lord Virginia, Aivensa was often neglected.

"Hmph." Lord Virginia gave a soft grunt and her beautiful face, which was like snow, was covered in the red glow of the sunset, spreading all the way down to the base of her neck.

Gaven then realized that his last statement was highly ambiguous, especially considering the unclear nature of their relationship.

Seeing that Lord Virginia only showed a touch of shyness without any sign of anger, Gaven naturally didn’t want to kill the mood by explaining, assuming her implicit agreement.

Having spent a long time together, Gaven was no longer solely captivated by her beauty or lusting after her body; instead, feelings had slowly begun to grow.

From the first meeting, Gaven found his interactions with Lord Virginia very comfortable.

Back then, he harbored too many secrets and did not want others to peer into his thoughts and heart. He was very averse to the passive skill "Spring’s Erosion" of the Yaling Lord and deliberately kept his distance.

But once that threshold was crossed, being with her was truly like basking in the warmth of spring, like living in a spring day under the warm sun where the temperature and humidity were just right, making one feel lazily content.

It couldn’t be helped.

Although Lord Virginia’s Spring’s Erosion didn’t directly pry into the depths of one’s soul, it did pick up on surface needs, transmitting them to her even before her companion expressed them.

In short.

When Gaven wanted tea, not only was it steeped on the other side, but it was also at the perfect temperature, just ready to be picked up and sipped.

When Gaven wanted to eat, a tableful of his favorite dishes, the ones he yearned to eat, was already prepared; all that was left was to take up the chopsticks and start eating.

When Gaven wanted to sleep, the soft bed on the other side was already made, with bedding that had just been sunned, radiating the fresh scent of sunshine.

The above are only analogies.

Lord Virginia didn’t become Gaven’s personal nanny, doing the work of serving tea and water.

The feeling of cooperation between the two was just like what was described above, extremely comfortable and in sync.

Who wouldn’t love a stunning exemplar of a good wife and wise mother?

As the chief planner of the Dragon Oak Dream Realm, Gaven’s ideas were infused with many bizarre objects from Zhang You’s past life, which would probably confound anyone else who listened.

Lord Virginia almost never needed him to repeat himself, not only understanding him intuitively but also directly grasping the core of Gaven’s thoughts and bringing them to life in magical ways.

Without Gaven, the Dragon Oak Dream Realm certainly couldn’t have come into being.

But without Lord Virginia, the Dragon Oak Dream Realm would remain nothing but one of Gaven’s fantasies—even if Gaven later achieved over a dozen Mage Professional Levels, he couldn’t have achieved what was done now, because her power relied on not just that of a Mage, but more importantly, her status as the Fairy Wilderness Lord.

Lord Virginia’s faithfulness to her feelings also earned Gaven’s respect; there are few who wouldn’t readily give up, even with altered memories.

In comparison, Gaven felt like a despicable thief.

Being a bit jealous of her constancy to her late husband was natural.

But thinking about it from another angle, if he could find his way into her heart, she would treat him with the same attitude and sentiment, and that was what was truly precious.

Therefore, Gaven now changed his approach with Lord Virginia, no longer driven by lust, eager to take her body, but rather, he aimed to find ways into her heart, to fully replace that other figure. This was the foolproof plan.

The situation in Tear Lake Valley completely took Gaven by surprise.

Unbeknownst to him, it had also become a massive construction site.

The progress of the build was faster than that of Dragon Oak Dragon Nest, and not slower.

The fantastical scene was stronger, not weaker.

Dozens of Treants were moving with slow, powerful steps, dragging and hoisting huge stones into the necessary positions.

Swarms of Pikespirits, Little Fairies, Flower Spirits, and other Fae Races of tiny size flew around, planting seeds one by one, then with utmost Concentration, they watched over them. Before long, sprouts of green tender buds shot up from the ground.

Countless colorful Fairy Dragons and Fairy Dragons fluttered and darted through the air, appearing and disappearing, as real and illusory objects were being set into place.

The Yalings were there in the midst of it all, gracefully blinking in and out, supervising those overly lively construction members, channeling their enthusiasm into the work and not just play and pleasure.

It’s no wonder that when Gaven originally suggested to Lord Virginia to send the Gnolls to assist the Yalings in building Tear Lake Valley,

Lord Virginia just smiled and remained silent, and afterward, there was no further discussion.

It seems I was peering through a narrow tube and underestimated them.

The Yalings’ numbers might not be great, but the issue is, they’re only part of Spring Bud Forest, and within their territory lies a vast array of various fantastical species.

Annoyed and somewhat embarrassed, Gaven glared at Lord Virginia and said, "Since you had the ability to build Tear Lake Valley yourselves, why didn’t you just say so last time? Are you just trying to make fun of me?"

"Causing a guest to feel let down is not the way of hospitality," Lord Virginia answered innocently, "Moreover, my Lord, you were completely well-intentioned. It was after your suggestion that Tear Lake Valley has become what it is now."

Although her face was full of innocence, Gaven still detected a hint of amusement in her eyes; the bad woman, and to think he had just been praising her to the heavens in his mind.

It seems that deep down, she is very bad indeed.

Unable to help it, Gaven ground his teeth and said, "Come clean. What else are you hiding from me? Waiting to laugh at me later?"

After considering seriously for a moment, Lord Virginia replied, "I can’t think of anything."

"You can’t think of anything?" Gaven’s voice rose involuntarily, "So there are other things then?"

"As a man, you shouldn’t be so petty," Lord Virginia said with a smile, "At that time, we didn’t sign any alliance, so how could I possibly reveal all my cards to you? Besides, do you dare to ensure that you haven’t kept any secrets from me? Have you told me all your secrets?"

There was an implied meaning in her words, a subtext to glean.

Over the past twenty days, the contact and mingling of their souls had become a daily occurrence.

Though each time, only the core knowledge they chose to transfer was shared, such encounters and blending would inevitably touch upon some other matters.

Gaven’s Soul Consciousness gave off an impression to Lord Virginia that was far from that of a young man not yet twenty.

Or rather, unless she made a conscious effort to remember, she would often forget his age and regard him as a peer.

Everything about him was too mature and ruthless, with some things deeply buried in his soul.

Now, Lord Virginia had reason to suspect that Gaven was a reincarnated soul who had gained a new young body through the Reincarnation Spell.

But there was one point she couldn’t explain.