Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 321 - 262 Professional Hype_1

Chapter 321: Chapter 262 Professional Hype_1

When Felen arrived at Good Fortune Village, he realized his concerns had been unnecessary.

People like Regina, no matter where they go, always form a beautiful part of the scene, becoming the center of local attention.

This occasion was no exception.

When Felen arrived at Good Fortune Village with the merchant caravan, a musical drama was being performed.

The name of the musical drama was "Heather Leaf Knocking at the Window".

It was none other than the ghostly tragedy of Weizemay Manor.

After further adaptation, the story became fuller and more touching, Felen’s character even more radiant, and the inserted advertising even more prominent.

Regina made a dazzling entrance as an angel and declared loudly, "Ghost Grape Wine allows you to experience death, embrace sorrow, and with a brighter heart, face the life of tomorrow. On the first of next month, Weizemay Manor will hold the Ghost Grape Wine Auction, and we welcome all friends to come for a visit.

We’re now onto the last item, the lucky audience draw. Please pay attention to the numbers in your hands. The ten lucky winners drawn will come on stage to taste this rare magic grape wine for free. Number five... Who has number five?"

"Me... me... me..." A farmer in his thirties or forties, with a set of yellow, rotting teeth, held up his wooden tag high and responded loudly.

As numerous envious gazes fell upon him, his dark face flushed with a blackish-red hue.

In all his life, he had never been the focus of so many people and so much attention.

When he heard Miss Regina’s gentle voice inviting him on stage, he felt as if he was in a dream, with a light-headed sensation, the wine not yet tasted making him drunk already.

"Let’s draw the next viewer, number forty-nine... Who has number forty-nine?"

"Me... it’s with me..."

...

"Three hundred twenty-three, who has number three hundred twenty-three?"

Felen felt the number tag in his hand warm slightly and couldn’t help but lift it to see - wasn’t it three hundred twenty-three?

He immediately looked up, just as Regina happened to look toward him, and he could clearly feel the mischief deep in her eyes.

So be it.

This act of randomly drawing lucky audience members wasn’t random at all but carefully selected.

What was peculiar was that the number tags in hand were not simple wooden tags but were imbued with magic power.

Although very weak, it was enough for a Druid to sense and feel the numbers on someone else’s tag.

This was simply a show.

The nine lucky ones chosen earlier, although not specially arranged actors, were almost the same.

Half of them were farmers who hadn’t seen much of the world, several of them appearing destitute by their clothes, for whom the best wine they had probably ever tasted was likely barley beer, even just the dregs.

Not to mention being given a rare glass of wine, even if it was watered-down and of poor quality, in such a setting they would still praise loudly and boast about it for life.

The other half were merchants, guards, adventurers and the like, who were the real connoisseurs and the main channels for future sales and information distribution.

As for including Felen, it was probably a spur-of-the-moment decision; Felen had no idea what kind of mischief Regina was up to but still cooperated and went up. Since there was no rehearsal, he could only stand with a straight face, posing as expressionless and stern.

"Oh... oh... oh..." Regina drew out the sound with an exaggerated expression and tone, "Look, let us take a look, blessed by Her Highness Tymora, our final lucky one turns out to be one of the stars of our musical play.

The breaker of the endless cycle night at Weizemay Manor, the new Lord of Gryphon Hill, the owner of Ghost Grape Wine, the sponsor of this free tasting event, Mr. Gaven Nort. Let us welcome him with warm applause, welcome our hero, welcome our generous sponsor, and have him say a few words."

From the beginning when Regina started to bestow titles upon herself, Felen knew what she wanted to do; she was clearly taking the opportunity to boost his profile, and he immediately put on his most standard eight-teeth-baring smile.

This kind of toothy smile isn’t something everyone in Felen dares to have.

For instance, the first farmer who came on stage, when he smiled showing teeth, would have been better off not smiling at all - once he did, it was just a bunch of uneven yellow teeth that instantly lowered his facial appeal and image.

With a round of fervent applause, all eyes turned to Felen.

Curiosity, scrutiny, doubt, envy, admiration, incredulity and more - the emotions were varied and plentiful.

He was the most famous young man in Battle Valley and the surrounding valleys over the past twenty days, second to none.

Many were well-informed about him.

Entertainment in Felen was relatively scarce, after all.

Even if they had seen a musical play several times, they’d watch it if it was performed again, even if it was mixed with embedded advertising, they’d enjoy it avidly.

Not to mention the free lucky taste testing event at the end.

Many believed they were the lucky ones.

Since Regina had already paved the way for him, Felen naturally wouldn’t miss this golden opportunity and took the chance to speak, "Considering my status, I’ll waive my right to the lucky tasting event. In a moment, I’ll ask Miss Regina to draw another lucky one to replace me.

"Resolving the issues at Weizemay Manor wasn’t solely my doing. Mr. Darnell and his two apprentices, Dick and Mr. David, played pivotal roles. They are merely virtuous and uninterested in fame, choosing to cast all the glory upon me.

"Starting on the first of next month, auctioning the Ghost Grape Wine is just the beginning.

"Weizemay Manor will be rebuilt, Weizemay Winery Workshop will be reopened, and I will require a large number of workers and settlers.

"If anyone wishes to seek a new life at Weizemay Manor, I promise to help them construct houses and cultivate land, ensuring their safety."

No sooner had Felen finished speaking than someone in the audience began to clamor with a question, "How is the tax calculated for cultivating land in your territory?"

Tax exemption.

The words reached the brink of his lips, but Felen swallowed them back down.

If I set the conditions too low from the start, not only will no one believe them, but they’ll also suspect I’m making empty promises or engaging in human trafficking.

After some consideration, he finally replied, "The first three years are tax-exempt. After three years, we will implement a tax rate of one-eleventh, which can be paid in labor. After residing for ten years, the house will become the personal property of the resident."

"How can you ensure the safety of the territory? I’ve heard that in the Three Rivers Region, river flooding is common during the rainy season, and there are beasts, magical beasts, and beastmen everywhere."

"Hearing is false, seeing is believing. Before settling, you can visit the Three Rivers Region. Starting from the first of next month, there will be demi-human ships at Black Feather Bridge, specifically for travelling to the Three Rivers Region. You may take them free of charge and arrange for one night’s stay, but you must bring your own food." Gaven quickly formulated an entirely new policy to attract migrants.

No matter what, the first step was to draw people to the Three Rivers Region, to Weizemay Manor.

Regina, not giving the crowd an opportunity to ask further questions, took control of the conversation and said, "Since Mr. Gaven is being so generous, let’s draw one more lucky member of the audience to officially start today’s tasting event. Let’s invite number thirty-two to the stage, please."

The holder of number thirty-two was a large woman whose height surpassed Gaven and whose arms were thicker than his thighs, giving the illusion that the earth trembled with every step she took. She excitedly made her way to the stage.

As she passed by Gaven, she even threw him a flirtatious wink, clearly thanking him for giving up such a precious spot for her to have a taste.

This kind of ’blessing’ was a bit too much for Gaven to handle, leaving him with goosebumps all over.

Although it was just a tasting, Regina didn’t skimp and use a tiny cup the size of a thumb. Instead, she used a medium-sized mug that could hold about a hundred grams, enough for a good swig.

Regina personally poured the wine and, before doing so, emphasized again, "Ghost Grape Wine is unlike ordinary wines. When you taste it, make sure to sip carefully, not to drink it all in one gulp, or you’re on your own if anything happens."

Despite her repeated warnings, an old drunkard dressed like a farmer took the wine and gulped it down without a second thought.

The big gulp immediately changed the old drunkard’s complexion.

The drink in his mouth was very cold and the chill grew stronger as he swallowed, especially painful around his decaying teeth.

But he couldn’t bear to spit it out, because behind the icy sensation was a rich, incredibly unique aroma.

He had no choice but to steadfastly swallow the cold liquid.

This coldness was similar to ice water but was distinctly different.

Ordinary ice water warms up slightly after being held in the mouth for a while, especially now in early summer.

However, Ghost Grape Wine was not like this as if it contained a source of chill, it continuously emitted a coldness that spread from the throat to the belly, and then throughout the body with the blood circulation.

The old drunkard involuntarily shivered all over, which reminded him of a harsh winter ten years ago when he had been thrown out of a tavern wearing only a thin shirt. He was just like this at that time, and that night he came closest to death, almost becoming a ghost himself.

Ghost Grape Wine was truly deserving of its name, like the embrace and kiss of a ghost.

Regina and her team clearly had an abundance of experience dealing with such situations. An actor rushed up with a thick cloak and a bag of warm water, stuffing them into the old drunkard’s arms, not forgetting to ask, "How’s the taste of the wine?"

"Fantastic! Truly... truly fantastic... In my life... I’ve never had such... such delicious wine... even if it turns me into a ghost... I’d be willing..." the old drunkard chattered, hardly coherent, "may I have another cup... This time, I’ll... drink slowly... drink slowly..."

"Sorry, this wine is in limited supply, so it’s one cup per person."

"I have money... I have money... I can pay for it... How much for a cup... How much..."

"Sorry, we only have a limited amount of wine for tasting, not for sale. If you want to taste more Ghost Grape Wine, please visit Weizemay Manor on the first of next month to buy it, or wait for other merchants to transport it."

"Next month is so far away, I... can hardly wait to... have another cup..."

"Sorry..."

With this living example in mind, the remaining nine individuals were much more cautious when drinking the Ghost Grape Wine, daring only to sip it in small bits.

Still, they couldn’t help but shiver uncontrollably.

For ordinary people, the negative energy contained within was anything but ordinary.

Especially for these lucky ones, eight or nine out of ten were carefully chosen.

There were fewer women, and more men who seemed imbalanced, with an excess of internal heat.

The experience was particularly unique; one glass down and a person felt completely refreshed.

"It’s so unusual, truly unusual. I’ve never had wine with such a distinctive taste, not even chilled wine can have this kind of pure, cool, internal chill."

"I like this flavor."

"I love Ghost Grape Wine."

"Hey, hey... I feel lighter and much more comfortable. Did I become more beautiful?"

"You might not have become more beautiful, but you sure have less masculine energy than before."

"Could this be a holy grail product for women’s beauty?"

"I heard drinking this stuff does make women more beautiful, but you shouldn’t drink too much, only one cup a day at most."

"How do you know that?"

"Of course, I heard it."

"But Ghost Grape Wine has just been introduced, who did you hear it from?"

"Of course from those close to Miss Regina. It’s said that Miss Regina now drinks a cup every day at noon. They say it can maintain the skin, regulate the balance of one’s internal heat, and eliminate blemishes and freckles."

"No wonder, no wonder I think Miss Regina is prettier and more charming than the last time I saw her. It’s the result of Ghost Grape Wine."

"You guys keep exaggerating. Is it really so miraculous as you say?"

"Whether it is that miraculous or not, just look at that tomboy and you’ll know. Take a good look, doesn’t she seem more feminine than usual?"

"Ugh... let’s not..."