Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 579 - 461 The World-Renowned Ghost Grape Wine_2

Chapter 579: Chapter 461 The World-Renowned Ghost Grape Wine_2

Not only the women, but also the men were interested, although they generally wouldn’t enjoy it themselves. Instead, they used it as a precious gift to give to the women they admired.

That’s why it’s said that the easiest money to earn in this world is women’s money.

They’re willing to spend on themselves, and those men are also willing to spend on them, especially for beauty’s sake.

"Ella is not mistaken, this is definitely Ghost Grape Wine. Currently, in the whole continent, only Weizemay Manor has it exclusively, and I haven’t heard of any other place that can replicate it," a gentle voice arose from behind the waitress.

Upon hearing this, Gaven looked over. It was an old man with silver-white hair and face etched with the marks of time, not very tall but sturdily built, especially his hands, which had a dwarfish quality, far thicker than ordinary people’s. From within his sleeves, faint glimmers of cold light revealed that he had at least a dozen throwing knives hidden, and the rings on his fingers emitted a dense magic fluctuation, clearly denoting that they were no ordinary items.

Gaven’s gaze lingered on the man’s hands, which did not seem like those of an old man but resembled a young person’s, strong and slender. Two pitch-black iron balls were being spun dexterously in his hands, following complex patterns yet making no sound at all, showcasing a tremendous skill in hand control, surely an evidence of his proficiency.

Information about the old man surged into Gaven’s mind. His name was Krewen Shabulesta, the owner of the Deer Horn Pot Tavern and also an expert in throwing knives, a powerful former adventurer with at least quasi-legendary strength. He had participated in the Crazy Adventure Group and was an old friend of the secret City Lord of Waterdeep City, the debt-collector Mute.

Despite Anfield Village’s small size, it was full of crouching tigers and hidden dragons.

Though he was not the target of Gaven’s trip, establishing a good relationship with him could be of great benefit and no harm.

"Father Krewen."

"I’ve seen the father."

"The father is still as spirited as before."

Whether it was the waitress or those female mages, they all greeted him with respect and warmth, showing that this old man had a great relationship with these young girls.

Krewen smiled at Gaven and said, "Young man, I still don’t know how to address you?"

He had already assessed the young man before him with the eyes of an old thief from a corner of the tavern. His equipment looked unremarkable but was actually quite pricey, especially the dusty-looking breastplate, undoubtedly a luxurious piece of equipment worth more than a hundred thousand gold.

As for the young man’s behavior upon entering the Deer Horn Pot Tavern, it was not that of a naive greenhorn. The first thing he looked at wasn’t the layout of the tavern but the positions of other doors and windows, then he chose a spot most convenient for exiting the establishment.

These were not deliberate actions, but a kind of instinct; such habits are only developed by Combat Profession Practitioners who have experienced countless life and death situations.

He had long noticed Gaven and evaluated his strength but feigned indifference.

In this regard, he was not very convincing, or rather, it was impossible to be convincing, as the instincts he had long cultivated would betray him, and his aura would change with his every move.

An interesting young man, he hadn’t seen such an interesting youth in many years.

"Gaven Nort pays his respects to the elder," Gaven bowed in greeting.

Hearing Gaven’s name, Krewen involuntarily stumbled, then burst into a loud laugh saying, "Ella, hurry up and open this bottle of wine for Mr. Gaven. To others, this wine is extraordinarily precious, but to this gentleman, it’s nothing out of the ordinary, for this kind of wine is produced in his own manor."

"What? Ghost Grape Wine is produced by his family? He’s the new owner of Weizemay Manor?"

"Impossible, right? He’s so young, how can he be the owner of a manor that has sold for millions just with grape wine? Father Krewen, could you be mistaken?"

"Gaven Nort! Now I remember why this name sounded so familiar. It’s from when the wine merchants were promoting Ghost Grape Wine; yes, the new owner of Weizemay Manor does have this name."

"To casually offer Ghost Grape Wine and have the same name as the owner of Weizemay Manor cannot be such a simple coincidence, can it?"

"What you’ve said does not prove his identity. Ghost Grape Wine isn’t impossible to buy in the market, and as for the name, anyone can claim it as their own."

"By saying that, Mr. Gaven has now become a fraudster."

"However, he has not once claimed to be the owner of Weizemay Manor. It was Father Krewen who recognized him."

"And earlier it was us who approached him, stopping him to wager on a horse race, not he who came to us. I think it’s purely a coincidence."

The six female mages whispered among themselves, gazing at the young man they had encountered as if looking at a rare creature.

Making acquaintances with passersby and travelers was not their first time, with some interactions ending displeasingly and some evolving into friendships.

But in terms of fantasy value, this occasion was by far the most extraordinary.

They were already profoundly shocked by his Half-Moon Colt, and now even his identity was a bombshell.

Especially Oliela’s heart was all aflame, as just minutes before, they were discussing a deal involving tens of thousands of warhorses, halted due to doubting the young man’s financial capability.