Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 323 - 264: Treasure Among the Refugees_1

Chapter 323: Chapter 264: Treasure Among the Refugees_1

As they were about to arrive at the Thacel Refugee Camp, Gaven pulled the reins and confirmed once more, "You mean that, regardless of whether it’s related to the good fortune of the Mage Tower, we need to explore this Mage Tower?"

Regina helplessly spread her hands and said, "This is the only valid clue we currently have, we can only start from this direction, unless you can provide a more appropriate one."

"If that’s the case, then I must summon an ally to help," Gaven decided firmly.

The ally he referred to was naturally the Dog Demon who had been following him like a bodyguard.

It was a choice made out of necessity, he intended to utilize the Devil’s powerful tracking ability to see if he could find a new breakthrough.

Unless absolutely necessary,

Gaven was not willing to explore a Mage Tower, especially an ancient and ownerless one.

Because such a thing was too dangerous.

No one knew what kind of defense spells were still active in this Mage Tower.

In one’s own Mage Tower, preparing Disintegration Traps, Edict of Death Traps, Teleport to Hell, or Teleport to the Abyssal Traps was not uncommon for mage lunatics.

Being caught by any one of these traps could be deadly.

Even if the exploration was successful, the magic items and even the spells obtained from inside could not be easily used or learned, who knows what fatal traps were hidden within them.

When it comes to magic, there is no trifling matter.

As for Regina’s attitude when facing a high-ranking Devil in a moment.

Having dealt with her several times, Gaven had some idea in his heart.

The one before him was a typical pragmatist who considered anything useful to herself as good; concerns of good and evil alignments were relatively secondary.

If described in terms of alignment, it would be chaotically neutral good.

"Ally? What ally?" While Regina curiously asked, she turned her head to look around, but she didn’t see anyone in sight.

"My ally is a bit unusual, just wait a second, and don’t be too shocked," Gaven said, preparing them in advance, "See, isn’t he coming now?"

With the casting spell conveying the summoning message, the Dog Demon rushed over upon receiving the news, not from behind them, but from the wilderness to their side; it had been pacing alongside Gaven and his group the entire time.

"A Devil, this is the breath of a Devil, a powerful one at that."

"It’s a Dog Demon, a Dog Demon with the Gnawing ability that can completely kill sentient lives."

"Such a powerful Dog Demon is rare; how many souls has this creature devoured to have grown to this extent?"

Even though Gaven had forewarned them, when the Dog Demon appeared, it still caused the horses to neigh nervously.

The Dog Demon could shrink its size, but the strong aura of the Devil emanating from it could not be contained.

Especially the horses, which were more spiritually sensitive animals, reacted quite strongly to this kind of aura.

Luckily, those present were all skilled riders and quickly calmed their horses.

Regina managed to maintain her composure, but the Moon Elf cavalry she had brought did not stay as composed, drawing their weapons reflexively.

After taking a deep breath, Regina sighed, "Mr. Darnell’s perception wasn’t wrong, indeed, there’s been a Devil following you, but what he didn’t realize is that this Devil wasn’t targeting you, it was your subordinate. It seems that the exorcism he painstakingly prepared for you is doomed to fail."

"Exorcism?" Gaven said, surprised and slightly ashamed, "I fall far short of Mr. Darnell in being a decent person. He was completely looking out for my best interest, while I, for the sake of my own selfish desires, carefully hid and protected my secret. Ah, if it’s as you say, I don’t even know how to explain this to Mr. Darnell when we meet next time."

"The simplest method is to tell the truth," Regina suggested with a smile, "Mr. Darnell is not as conservative as you think. As long as the Devil is under your control, does not commit evil, and perhaps even acts for good, he probably won’t care. After all, he’s a follower of the God of Just and wouldn’t initiate judgment without reason. However, once evil deeds are done, it’s not just the Devil who will face judgment."

Gaven nodded in agreement, "If I want to continue developing my relationship with Mr. Darnell, indeed, that’s the wisest and most appropriate way. Next time we meet, I will tell him in detail about the special situation at Weizemay Manor, as well as about this Devil."

There was no choice.

Weizemay Manor was careening down the path to becoming an Undead Creature lair.

Although Estelle and her daughter could materialize and the Soul Prison could hide in the Black Nanmu, the Dwarves Shadow had neither a place to hide nor escape.

The moment Darnell got serious,

It would be difficult for Estelle and her daughter to escape his discerning eye.

It was better to come clean voluntarily, seeking leniency for being frank and strictness for resistance.

Whether Darnell could accept it was his business, no longer Gaven’s.

If he could accept it, everyone would be overjoyed.

If he couldn’t, Gaven couldn’t ruin Weizemay Manor over his faith and convictions.

"Weizemay Manor has other special situations?" Regina asked with a surprised look.

With a sigh, Gaven said, "At that time, fearing that Mr. Darnell and the others would react too strongly, there was one thing I did not dare to tell the truth about. The realm of Undead Vengeance has inflicted permanent damage on Estelle and her daughter. Although they were resurrected, they are forever trapped in Weizemay Manor, becoming its Earthbound Spirits."

Regina’s beautiful eyes widened in shock as she exclaimed, "Does that mean Weizemay Manor has actually become a Ghost Manor?"

"It wasn’t originally, but now it is. A few days ago, the Dwarves Elf Acolytes of the Undead Vengeance Goddess came for revenge, and all were left in the manor by me, transformed into Earthbound Wraiths. Fortunately, they are under the control of Estelle and her daughter, now serving as the manor’s ghost maids." Since he had started, Gaven simply laid out everything about Weizemay Manor that could not be concealed.

Regina’s thought process was far more bizarre than Gaven had anticipated. Her shock slowly turned to excitement as she said, "Why didn’t you mention this sooner? If you had, I would have directly worked it into the opera, added it to the advertisements — Ghost Manor and Ghost Grape Wine are simply a perfect match. If we throw in ghost maids, I bet it could draw many wealthy magnates from Sambia to personally experience life at Weizemay Manor. By then, with them around, would we ever worry about the price of Ghost Grape Wine being low?"

Now it was Gaven’s turn to reveal an expression of disbelief: "There are people actually interested in ghosts? What kind of peculiar taste is that?"

"What’s so strange about that?" Regina replied with a look that suggested Gaven was too inexperienced. "There are those who love corpses, objects, wines — what’s so odd about adding ghosts to the list? Especially a controllable Ghost Manor, with non-malevolent, non-evil ghosts, isn’t that a huge temptation for such people?

You don’t need many, just three or five will suffice. By then, who knows, they might offer a sky-high price to buy your Weizemay Manor, millions of Gold Coins, without even blinking an eye."

Gaven had no doubts about that.

Wealth distribution was unequal in any world.

In a Magic World like Felen, it was even more extreme.

Ordinary people lived like flies and dogs all their lives, probably saving no more than a few hundred Gold Coins.

Those at the pinnacle of the world — Mages, Giant Dragons, and the wealthy — could easily spend thousands of Gold Coins on a drink, and their treasuries were piled high with Gold Coins and Magic Items like mountains.

Flush with enthusiasm, Regina began to calculate, counting on her fingers, "There’s still time. Once I’m done with things here, I’ll add it in. The main promotion should be in Sambia; there are more perverted magnates over there."

"I think, let’s forget about this matter," Gaven said apprehensively. "If it causes too much commotion, I’m afraid I won’t live to see tomorrow’s sun as the manor could be taken by force."

"Trust me, those magnates in Sambia won’t resort to other illegal measures without first trying to crush you with Gold Coins. After all, this is Battle Valley, not Sambia." Regina’s smooth, beautiful face radiated a confidence that did not stem from her foster father, Lord Ilmet.

It came from the Harpist.

The Harpists contained several Archmages renowned across the world.

As for the sparse legal system of the Valley, the Valley Council structure.

How on Earth did it manage to survive so many years, so serenely between the expansive powers of the Santarin Association and Sambia?

The Harpist was an undeniable factor.

Once he understood this, Gaven suddenly felt reassured and smiled as he said, "In this matter, you’re the expert. I’ll follow your arrangements. But if they red their eyes and send Legendary fighters to seize it, you’ll have to take responsibility."

"Haha... your worry is a bit redundant. Between the Valley and Sambia, there’s an unwritten agreement that neither side will use Legendary or greater Strength. So far, no one has dared to break this agreement, especially the Sambian magnates — they are more afraid of breaking it than we are," Regina said, unable to hide her pride.

Upon hearing this, Gaven immediately understood what was going on.

This was a typical case of the barefoot not being afraid of wearing shoes.

The political system of the valley was rotten enough that finding a proper lord was not an easy task.

Take Battle Valley as an example, even if you kill Lord Ilmet, you’re just killing a nominal lord with no real impact on the operations; on the contrary, it would provoke the hatred of the entire Battle Valley.

Sambia was different, they were ruled by a wealthy oligarchy, and the ruling class consisted of those well-known and wealthy magnates. Killing any one of them could cause severe shockwaves.

Most importantly, these magnates were afraid of death, especially of being targeted by the inventive Legendary Mages. Once dead, they often had no chance of resurrection.

Therefore, they were more afraid of triggering high-end wars compared to the valley.

"I think we should head over now, our greeters have arrived," said Gaven, pointing to a group of riders who were spurring their horses and racing towards them.

They had been delayed here a bit too long, and the people in the Tesser Refugee Camp had probably noticed them and sent out a welcoming party.

At a glance, they were unmistakably Tesser People.

This distinction was not in appearance but in demeanor.

Years of warlord conflict had made a strong military culture prevalent in Thacel, with the military bearing evident even in their posture and movements.

Meanwhile, the valley, having been distant from war for many years, had a loose atmosphere, and their behavior and actions exuded a certain laziness.

Leading them was a middle-aged to elderly man with some gray in his hair. He was over fifty, with a solid build and dark complexion, a stern face, not prone to smiles or frivolous talk. Even a fool could see the military air about him.

Without over twenty years of military experience, one simply couldn’t cultivate such an aura.

The cavalrymen behind him were equally disciplined, showing signs of being well-trained.

From a distance, the middle-aged man called out, "I thank Miss Regina for extending a helping hand. Whether or not my villagers can be rescued, I, Kopofiel, will remember this kindness. Should you ever call upon me, I will come without hesitation, even if it means death."

"Kopofiel?" Before Regina could respond, Gaven exclaimed in surprise, "The captain of the Watcher’s Call, General Kopofiel, known as the last Watcher? Weren’t you attacked by pirate fleets from the Islands of Nelanser and forced into the Storm’s Eye, where you and a dozen pirate ships were supposedly lost? "

Kopofiel was taken aback and, eyeing Gaven, asked in confusion, "How do you know me?"

"I don’t think there’s anyone from Thacel who wouldn’t recognize you," Gaven’s smile almost split his face.

He never imagined that by taking in a group of Thacel refugees, he’d stumble upon a treasure.