Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 334 - 275 Reinforcements Arrive_1

Chapter 334: Chapter 275 Reinforcements Arrive_1

"What evidence do you have that what you’re saying is true?"

"That’s right, maybe you’re just making all this up to scare us."

"Exactly, I’ve never heard of any ’Legendary Vampire,’ let alone one with the power to create a city of the unknown—these are all lies, stories for scaring children."

Soon, a hysterical wave of doubt swept through the crowd as if by this means they could ward off the fear in their hearts, they could deny the veracity of what Gaven had said.

It seemed that as long as they refused to believe, none of it would be real, none of it would happen.

"I have no evidence to prove to you that what I’m saying is true, nor do I have any obligation to do so. Whether you believe it or not is up to you,"

Gaven spoke calmly, "The purpose of a village, of a collective existence, is not just to share in joy, but more importantly, to share in suffering. Without the protection of a village, you outsiders are nothing but a pack of stray dogs, and even if you were to escape the vampires, survival would nonetheless be incredibly harsh.

If you can stay here and get through this together, I promise, in the name of the Nort family, to lead you in creating a new haven right here, providing you with the stability and prosperity you desire."

The last sentence, Gaven switched to the round-toned Tesser language.

"So the lord is also a Tesser person, no wonder he is willing to extend a helping hand to us."

"The Nort family, I seem to have heard of this family, a Baronial family with a century of heritage."

"No, no, the name Gaven Nort sounds so familiar; I feel like I’ve heard it somewhere."

"Nonsense, of course, you’ve heard it, everyone has; the opera last night, remember? The young Half-Elf hero who reclaimed Ghost Manor and became the new lord of the Weizemay Manor, that’s him, isn’t it?"

"Right, right, that’s him, he’s the one who destroyed the ghosts of Ghost Manor, he must have a way to deal with those undead creatures."

"My goodness, I can’t believe I didn’t make the connection earlier."

A single sentence in their native language instantly bridged the gap between them.

Especially with someone present connecting the dots, the villagers of Tesser Refugee Camp belatedly linked Gaven’s identity with last night’s opera.

This instilled a strong shot of courage into the hearts of these despondent people.

For, in the opera, Gaven had swept through the Ghost Manor, uncovering the Goddess of Revenge’s plot, shattering her realm, and exhibiting extraordinary martial prowess against ghosts.

His current radiant appearance further convinced the people.

Completely forgetting that opera is an exaggerated form of performance that romanticizes its subjects.

And forgetting that ghosts and vampires are not the same; being able to deal with ghosts does not mean being able to deal with vampires.

At such a time, even the most honest people wouldn’t clear up such a misunderstanding.

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, Gaven continued earnestly, "We, of course, know how difficult it is for you to fight against vampires, and we don’t place our hopes on you. We have allies on the way, who should arrive by noon.

We will make appropriate arrangements for you as well.

You won’t need to face even the horrors of last night.

At that time, you will only need to wait for our news in a safe place.

I can’t guarantee we will root out this group of vampires entirely, but I am very confident that we will give them a big fall right here tonight."

"And us as well!" A robust male voice came from outside the village.

"Paladins, they are Paladins, so many Paladins."

"Monastery of the Hammer of Justice, they are Paladins from the Monastery of the Hammer of Justice."

"With so many Paladins, we are saved, we are saved!"

The entire Tesser Refugee Camp instantly erupted.

Gaven’s words, no matter how fancy, were still unsubstantiated promises.

But these Paladins, arriving with the dawn, were as real as it gets.

Especially the Paladins, with their well-known ability to counteract vampires and undead creatures.

Not to mention the Paladins’ spirit of selflessness that comes before anything else.

As long as these Paladins stood before them, the vampires wouldn’t be able to touch them, not in the slightest.

"Mr. Darnell, we have long awaited your arrival." Gaven hurried down, lifting his visor to greet them.

Darnell and his group of five were all Paladins, including his two Apprentices and another Paladin who seemed older than Darnell, with partially graying temples but a larger build than Darnell, almost two meters tall, exuding a divine presence that was no less formidable than Darnell’s.

The last member was a young girl who didn’t appear to be very old, with golden short hair and a well-proportioned build, also clad in Holy Warrior Armor. What was most captivating about her were her eyebrows and eyes.

For a girl, her eyebrows seemed too stern, too fierce, combined with her resolute eyes, it gave her an air of being mature beyond her years.

Initially, Gaven had only glanced at her before focusing his attention on the two leading Paladins.

But those distinctive eyebrows and eyes reminded him of someone, and he couldn’t help but take a few extra glances, feeling more and more certain of the resemblance.

These extra looks immediately caught the attention of the young female Holy Warrior, who raised an eyebrow and asked, "Do you recognize me?"

With that raised eyebrow, coupled with her voice, Gaven was one hundred percent certain—it was the person he knew—Ceylon Anyi.

The Lord of Santiel Fortress, the supreme commander of the Santarin Association’s army, Bozor Cheboray’s sword, the arrogant proxy of the Dark Spirit, and the enemy of all that is good.

That was how she was known after the year 1370.

At the moment, however, Bozor was still only the second-in-command of the Santarin Association, and she had not yet been tempted by the Abyssal demon Ogust into becoming a Dark Guard. She was still a Holy Warrior of Tyr.

Gaven had only known that she was once a Holy Warrior of Tyr, but had no idea that she was also an apprentice at the Monastery of the Hammer of Justice.

She was one of the reasons why Gaven held Hell Power and the forces of the Abyss at arm’s length.

Before and after her submission to the dark powers, she was completely different, moving from one extreme to the other.

Before this, she was the most pure, most extreme Holy Warrior Gaven had ever seen, unable to tolerate the slightest imperfection. Any affiliation with beings like Dog Demons, like his own, was absolutely unacceptable and had to be severed.

As for Estelle and her daughter, they should have been evil beings outright subject to purification. It didn’t matter whether they were evil themselves; their way of existence was evil, and thus they were guilty.

However, her kindness and compassion toward the weak, sick, and disabled made her impossible to truly dislike.

But after embracing the dark powers, she became Bozor’s most ruthless executioner, a supporter of tyranny, the commander of multiple invasions into the Valley. She wouldn’t hesitate to raise her slaughter blade against anyone who blocked her path, including those who had once been aided by her or had helped her.

Nobody knew why she did it, what she was truly thinking. At that time, she was as unyielding as iron.

"No, I don’t recognize you. You just resemble a friend of mine from the past," replied Gaven with a shake of his head and a smile.

Even in a past life, their time as adversaries far outweighed that as friends.

The trajectories of their lives were diametrically opposed.

Gaven was originally forced into darkness, struggling to survive in the mire. Once he became strong enough, he completely broke free, abandoning that lifestyle and seeking the light in his heart.

Ceylon, while also sold into slavery at Santiel Fortress, had a degree of autonomy thanks to her stepfather, Mingde Anyi, and initially devoted herself to the most glorious of professions. Yet, when she became powerful, she embraced the darkness.

"That’s a rather cliché way to strike up a conversation with a girl," commented Ceylon in a piercing manner typical of her past self, utterly indifferent to the current situation and leaving no face for Gaven.

After saying that, she involuntarily examined Gaven from head to toe, especially when looking at Gaven’s shadow, her bewilderment barely concealed.

Powerful Perception.

He detested these Perception-sensitive Holy Warriors who, upon encountering the undead and dark aura, had noses as keen as dogs.

Indeed.

Even in this life, with both parties currently on the side of light, it would be difficult for them to be friends, at least until the sacrifice at Ghost Manor.

The arrival of Black Nanmu would be another troublesome matter, and Gaven only hoped her attitude towards the undead was not inherited from her mentor.

Gaven shifted his attention away from Ceylon and turned to Darnell, saying, "Mr. Darnell, could you please introduce these two..."

Darnell, with a face full of respect, pointed to the tall, sturdy old Holy Warrior and said, "This is my teacher, August, and this young lady is Ceylon, my teacher’s new student. Teacher, this gentleman is..."

Gaven was somewhat surprised by the seniority of the robust old Holy Warrior.

With a voice as deep as a bell, August burst into a hearty laugh, "There’s no need to introduce this one—I’ve almost developed calluses in my ears lately from hearing about the current owner of Ghost Manor in Weizemay, the largest holder of Ghost Grape Wine.

I’ve heard all about you from Darnell— a fine young man with grandeur, cut out for great undertakings.

That Ghost Grape Wine, now that’s quality stuff. Just too bad Darnell brought back so little—I never got to indulge to my heart’s content. I’m still waiting for you to send a few carts over to our monastery; let the old man truly enjoy."

As he spoke, August didn’t stop patting Gaven’s shoulder,

Not only did he have the bearing of a bear, but his strength matched one too.

It was a good thing that Gaven had only taken off his helmet and not his full armor; the thudding against his armor was loud enough, sending half his body down with each pat.

Laughing, Gaven responded, "Everything is already prepared on my side. I initially intended to recruit some hands here at the refugee camp and was planning to personally deliver a batch of wine to the Monastery of the Hammer of Justice. Who would have thought that vampires would be causing trouble here and that we’d need your help. Once the situation here is resolved, although I can’t promise anything else, ensuring that the old gentleman gets his fill of wine will not be an issue."

"Great, great, great! I knew you were a good lad, not bad at all, understanding indeed. I have been waiting for you to say just that," laughed August. "As for other matters, you should talk to Darnell. Though I was once his teacher, he’s now surpassed me, becoming our number one hammer. He’s more of a pro in this area than I am. I’m just here to cheer you on from the back. Of course, I still have quite the strength for any task, just assign it."

The old Holy Warrior had a straightforward and endearing disposition.

After discussing his passions, he swiftly shifted the official matters onto Darnell, leaving no chance for his student to speak, and scampered off toward the refugee camp crowd.

Soon after, his characteristic booming laughter could be heard, obviously consoling the refugees in his own way.

Darnell said somewhat helplessly, "Teacher August has always been like this, never changing. But rest assured, in battle, he is an exceptionally reliable Holy Warrior."

"I have never worried about that," replied Gaven, glancing behind them, especially into the sky, and asking, "What about Miss Regina? Didn’t she come back with you?"