Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 307 - 250 Reduction Analysis_1

Chapter 307: Chapter 250 Reduction Analysis_1

"I need you to allocate ten cargo ships," Gaven said. "I’ve reached a deal with Mr. Darnell, and land transportation is just too cumbersome. I want to go directly across the Ashaba River to the Dun Hills." Gaven had planned to complete the trade with the Monastery of the Hammer of Justice via the Ashaba River from the start.

Initially worried about the number of cargo ships, he hadn’t expected a demi-human fleet to willingly come to their doorstep.

Though the demi-humans’ cargo ships were a bit small and had a lower cargo capacity per ship,

there were plenty of them, and it would just mean making a few more trips.

"And here I thought it was something serious," the demi-human Leader said, revealing a relaxed smile. "This is simple, we can not only allocate the cargo ships but also provide the best sailors to assist you, my Lord."

"Then we have a deal," Gaven replied.

"It’s settled then," affirmed the Leader.

Gaven’s gaze shifted, landing on the half-person’s clothing. "Mr. Avery, if it’s not too much trouble, could you please take off your coat and let me have a look?" he asked.

This odd request startled the demi-human Leader, yet he cheerfully obliged, taking off his vest and handing it over to Gaven, saying, "My Lord, please have a look."

Indeed.

The surge of delight in Gaven’s heart upon receiving it could not be contained, no matter how he tried.

When he got the chance, even if he didn’t build a Temple of Tymora himself, he had to go there and worship.

His luck had been too good lately, getting whatever he wished for.

When hungry, someone brought food.

Sleepy, someone provided a pillow.

Just yesterday, he was pondering textiles, and just as he thought of denim, today someone brought something similar.

"The canvas used for your ship’s sails is made from the same material as this jacket," stated Gaven, not as a question, but as an affirmation.

"Does the Lord have knowledge of fabrics too?" Avery exclaimed in surprise, "Correct, it’s made from old sailcloth, hardwearing but a bit rough around the edges."

"What do you think of this fabric? If the weaving process were slightly improved to make the stitching finer, wouldn’t it be an excellent choice for making work clothes?" Gaven inquired, tilting his head slightly.

The demi-human Leader was about to respond but caught himself, his eyes involuntarily widening as they remained fixed on Gaven’s shoulder. A fae? A pikespirit?

What was the background of this Half-Elf? Not only did he have treants to guard his home, but he also had a fae race invisibly following him. Could he be the illegitimate son of an elf lord, or perhaps a child of nature?

On Gaven’s shoulder, of course, was Nicole.

Facing a group of strangers, her disposition leaned toward shyness, but just like a cat, her curiosity got the better of her. She was very interested in what demi-humans, the legendary beings, really looked like, so she had turned invisible and hidden on Gaven’s shoulder.

But the moment the conversation touched upon her area of expertise, she could hardly contain herself and appeared.

With a wave of her little hand, fairy dust sprinkled, touching the demi-human’s small vest, as a faint phantom image emerged from it.

It was a dazzling and rapid display.

The little vest was shown, step by step, how it had been cut from an old sail to its current form.

It depicted how the old sail had been woven bit by bit.

The threads used in weaving it were also shown being twisted and stretched bit by bit.

The cotton and flax fibers that made those threads were shown how they were produced bit by bit.

This was a reverse playback of a documentary, faithfully recording the entire history of the vest’s production.

Others were none the wiser, but Gaven saw everything clearly, surely the work of the Pikespirit girl.

Gaven could hardly hide his astonishment, "What ability is this? Do Creators have such a power?"

Nicole, with her little round face, couldn’t hide a smug smile as she explained, "This isn’t a professional ability, it’s a special ability, a reward for when my perception reached Transcendent levels."

As she spoke, she showed Gaven her attributes.

Class: 1st Level Psychic Sorcerer (Creator)

Hit Points: 3 (Life Dice 1D4-1)

Size: Tiny

Psychic Power Points: 3

Special Abilities: Minor Psychic Craft, Stellar Construction

Attributes: Strength 3, Dexterity 19, Constitution 8, Intelligence 15, Perception 20, Charisma 20

Analysis (Special Ability): A reward for Transcendent Perception, capable of deconstructing and restoring the essence of objects. Regular items can be analyzed and restored with one hundred percent accuracy; magic items only have a chance, and the higher the grade of the magic item, the lower the chance of successful analysis, with no chance for items above demigods’ artifacts.

Blind Beauty (Supernatural): A reward for Transcendent Charisma, this ability constantly takes effect. Any humanoid creature within eighteen meters is affected. If they look directly at the target and fail their Fortitude Saving Throw, they will be permanently blinded as if by a blinding spell. One can suppress or activate this ability at will.

Gaven felt somewhat overwhelmed after viewing the Pikespirit girl’s class template.

Comparisons are odious.

After struggling through three lifetimes, he had only managed one Transcendent attribute.

She had just started her class template and already had two Transcendent attributes, not to mention an uncanny increase in perception and a slight boost in intelligence.

Could it be due to her own growth?

The special ability of restoration analysis was unheard of.

It was likely a custom ability, exclusively tailored due to some of Nicole’s own powers.

Never doubt the Magic Network’s ability to keep up with the times and its omnipotence.

The might of this ability spoke for itself.

As long as there was a finished product, the picky sprite girl could reverse-engineer the entire production process through the memory of the item.

This was simply an overpowered skill for imitation.

Pfft!

It should be said that it was an overpowered skill for emulation.

Setting other considerations aside, at the very least, there was no problem in emulating the half-elf’s canvas work.

Feeling the subtle change in Gaven’s expression, the pride in the picky sprite girl’s heart could no longer be concealed. She had wanted to show off to Gaven for a long time, but unfortunately, he had been too busy, and they had not met for a long time. Now that she had the chance, she naturally wanted to display her skill to its fullest, "Just now was only half of what this skill can do. It can not only restore but also optimize analysis."

As she spoke, the previously frozen frame started moving again.

But this time, it was playing forward, showing the process from cotton and flax becoming silk thread, then canvas, and finally a vest.

The entire process looked very similar to the one before, but with subtle differences.

For example, the silk thread spun from the cotton and flax was finer and more uniform; the canvas woven was of a tighter weave; the stitches on the vest were more meticulous, and thus, the finished product was naturally more attractive, bearing a sixty to seventy percent similarity to modern industrial replicas.

Gaven was just about to praise the picky sprite girl when he noticed she had plopped down on his shoulder, her little face pale and her expression listless.

No need to ask, this was the result of excessive spiritual energy depletion.

This optimization analysis required much more spiritual energy than restoration analysis.

Using both together far exceeded Nicole’s capability range.

Concerned, Gaven put aside any further discussion and said gently, "What’s the rush? We’re not in a hurry to emulate. Go right back and rest."

"I’m fine, I’ll recover after some rest." Nicole forced herself to appear energetic—she was still in high spirits.

Gaven didn’t give her a chance to say anything more. He scooped her up and handed her to Estelle, "Take Miss Nicole back to her room to rest, lock the doors and windows, and she’s not to come out until she’s slept for eight hours."

"ε=(´ο｀*))) Ahh... it’s midday now, who can sleep for eight hours for a nap," the picky sprite girl muttered weakly.

"As ordered," Estelle took Nicole, who was like a Barbie doll, carefully cradling her in her hands, afraid to harm her even by accident.

She now obeyed Gaven’s commands without question—if he said to lock up for eight hours, she would lock up for exactly eight hours, not a minute more, not a minute less.

After seeing them off, Gaven finally apologized with the canvas vest in hand and said to the Half-Person Chief, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I got carried away with the excitement of the hunt and neglected our guests. The manor is reopening, and there are many things to prepare, including uniforms for the workers, but the textile quality on the market is worrying, and we have been looking for suitable textile products."

Gaven briefly explained to the several Demi-Humans and leaned in slightly, asking, "If it’s convenient to ask, is this canvas woven by yourselves, or did you purchase it from somewhere else?"

Of course, this was something that needed to be clearly ascertained.

If these Demi-Humans had the ability to weave canvas, he would procure the corresponding weaving technology directly from them and make improvements.

After all, a reputation for taking without asking was not a good one.

Especially when establishing a long-term cooperative relationship with the aggrieved parties.

Mr. Avery, while pulling the canvas vest back on, shook his head and said, "If we had that technology, it would be wonderful, but this is a special product of Feather Wing Valley, which has the largest cotton plantation in the valley and produces the best cotton in the entire valley.

At the end of every summer and beginning of autumn, our fleet gathers there to help the farmers of Feather Wing Valley with cotton picking and hemp cutting, and they use this canvas as payment.

This is something you can’t buy even with money, and not only the sails used by the ships on the Ashaba River but also many sea ships in Giant Dragon Bay and the Sea of Fallen Stars, use sails produced by Feather Wing Valley."

"I see," Gaven quickly marked a few notes on the mental map of the valley in his mind—a crucial piece of information.

The Battle Valley and Feather Wing Valley were neighbors, the very close kind. There was absolute convenience in reaching there from the Three Rivers Region, which was simply following the current downstream of the Ashaba River, with Feather Wing Valley mainly concentrated on the northern bank of the river.

"How far is it from here to Feather Wing Valley, and is the journey challenging?" Since the subject came up, Gaven naturally wanted to seize the opportunity to collect more information.

As a wandering village that roamed up and down the Ashaba River throughout the year, Anbao Boat Village would definitely be thoroughly familiar with both banks of the river—an area in which he was lacking information.

"From Yewen Pond to Black Feather Bridge, just right, two hundred kilometers, and to Feather Falls in Feather Wing Valley, you’ll need to add another one hundred and forty kilometers," the Half-Person Chief Mr. Avery explained without any intention of withholding secrets, "These three hundred forty kilometers are the easiest to navigate, with appropriate river flow speed and a gentle terrain without steep slopes. Even with a full cargo, floating downstream only takes two days.

If you are going upstream against the current, and the wind is favorable, it will take twice the time. If the wind is unfavorable, relying solely on manpower, then it would take three to four times as much time and effort.

Past Feather Falls is Scar Gorge, where the river waters are turbulent, and the terrain is more complex. Although it is only one hundred sixty kilometers to Giant Dragon Bay, the difficulty of that stretch equals that of the previous three hundred forty kilometers, especially since Feather Falls is a nigh insurmountable natural barrier.

We stop at Feather Falls, and we are not very familiar with the area beyond it."

"That’s sufficient," Gaven said with a smile, "This information will be a great help to me."

"This is essential knowledge for a boatman on the Ashaba River, anyone who regularly plies these waters would know it. It’s really nothing special," Mr. Avery hesitated for a moment before adding, "Actually, we also have something for which we’d like to ask our Lord’s assistance."

"If there’s anything you need help with, just say it. As long as I’m able, I will surely help," Gaven said generously.

"One important reason for our summer stay each year is that many houseboats have suffered damage, more or less, especially the parts under the water. They must be lifted out of the water to be repaired. Given our small stature, this is undoubtedly a significant project..."

The Half-Person Chief had only just begun speaking, and Gaven had already guessed what they wanted, "You want to borrow Thornspike to lift the houseboats out of the water or to directly lift them onto the shore?"