Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 577 - 460 Anfield Village_3

Chapter 577: Chapter 460 Anfield Village_3

"Mr. Gaven, it’s not that I question your ability, but ten thousand horses, even if they are light draft horses, would cost nearly a million Gold Coins, and since you’ve come empty-handed, it’s really hard to believe." Oliela’s implication was clear—anyone can make grand claims, but the question is whether you have the financial means.

"I’m just here to make preparations, and I never said I would buy them all at once. After all, even if I could produce several million Gold Coins at once, your Anfield Village wouldn’t be able to supply that many warhorses right away, would you?" Gaven said with a smile, "And besides, trust is something that needs to be built up gradually. I’m afraid I’ll have to stay in Anfield Village for a while. Right now, the priority isn’t to talk business, but to invite the six ladies here for a drink. Please take me to the Deer Horn Pot Tavern!"

Gaven’s remark was opportunistic. Ten thousand warhorses were just an arbitrary figure, the actual number to be negotiated depending on the circumstances.

It depends not only on the situation of the horse breeders in Anfield Village, but also on the development of his own situation, which was not a certainty.

Regardless of whether his words were true or false, there would be people taking the initiative to contact him, and at the same time, it would lay a foundation for his next plan.

As soon as he entered Anfield Village, an intense sensation of life hit him—horse manure, the scent of bread, liquor, cooking smoke, and the smell of stewed meat all mixed together.

Lately, having been dealing with Treants, the Fae Race, and various natural races every day, Gaven had almost forgotten this kind of smell.

This humble little village pulled him back to the mundane world, back to humanity.

Actually, there was no need for a guide in Anfield Village, as the settlement was very small. The town centered around an open-air space, with several side roads intersecting here with Longroad—this area was known by locals as the Malande Crossroads, named after a meat shop run by the Malande family that was destroyed by a fire ten years ago.

By taking a turn in the center of the Malande Crossroads, the entirety of Anfield Village came into view.

The Deer Horn Pot Tavern mentioned by Oliela was located directly south of the Malande Crossroads, with its entrance facing Longroad, silently enticing travelers passing by on Longroad to stop for a rest and perhaps have a drink.

Before entering the Deer Horn Pot Tavern, Gaven’s gaze inevitably fell on a huge Obsidian statue to the north, a warhorse standing on one leg. The craftsmanship of the statue maker was superb, bringing it to life as if, in the next moment, it could whinny back to life and run again. The only blemish was that the sign of this warhorse’s majesty had been castrated.

Noticing Gaven’s gaze, Oliela immediately offered an explanation from the side, "The warhorse statue is called Great Sharan, created to commemorate a famous warhorse bred in Anfield Village half a century ago. It’s the symbol of our village."

"Symbol? You have a very unique way of treating your symbols," Gaven couldn’t help but laugh. The Obsidian horse was not only covered with various colors, but a group of children with slings and slingshots were using the birds perched on the stone horse as live targets to practice their aim.

Oliela’s cheeks turned a faint red, and she defensively said, "It’s to prevent birds from landing on the stone horse. People clean it regularly. It’s just that some villagers believe that painting it in unique colors is a way to bless, hoping to ensure the safe birth of foals. So, it quickly ends up looking like this again."

"That custom is quite unique," Gaven said with an amiable smile, choosing not to comment further.

Actually, Oliela had misunderstood him; he wasn’t looking at the statue, but at the opposite side, behind a place named Mother Gao Ser’s Joy Hall, where there was a dark, dilapidated construction that had clearly been damaged by a great fire.

That was another target of Gaven’s visit.

Seeing it in its still-ruined state, a weight lifted from Gaven’s heart—he hadn’t arrived too late, it hadn’t been sold yet, otherwise it would have required extra effort.

"Beautiful ladies, have you finished your patrol duties so early? As usual?" A female server, who appeared to be about the same age as Oliela and the others, greeted them warmly, clearly a familiar face and good acquaintance. She handled greeting familiar customers and didn’t overlook the newcomer Gaven, smiling and saying, "This handsome gentleman must be today’s lucky man, joining our Anfield Village’s six beautiful flowers for a drink is something countless young men from the City of Brilliance dream of."

"The usual," Oliela joked, "Ella, staying at the Hanging Deer seems like such a waste of your talent. You should go to the Joy Hall opposite run by Mother Gao Ser. With your sweet talk, it’s like you’ve smeared yourself with Mother Gao Ser’s honey wine, the customers would even save their wine money."

"I wish I could," the server Ella said with a look of injustice, "Ever since I pinned the hat of a nobleman who tried to touch my leg with a throwing knife, Mother Gao Ser has banned me from getting within three meters of their door. Even if they’re busy now and short of hands, they’re reluctant to ask for help from us sisters."

"Haha..." All the girls couldn’t help but laugh out loud, and one named Pashala added while laughing, "If I were them, I wouldn’t dare let you help out either. What if next time a customer spills honey wine on you girls and you end up pinning throwing knives to their faces?"

"Ah! If you don’t want that to happen, the only way is to tie our hands up, but then we can’t work, can we?" Ella said with a feigned sigh, then turned to Gaven with a sweet smile, "Sir, leave the warhorses to us. We at the Hanging Deer have Anfield’s most spacious stables and the finest horse feed. When you are ready to leave..."