Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 580 - 461 The World-Renowned Ghost Grape Wine_3

Chapter 580: Chapter 461 The World-Renowned Ghost Grape Wine_3

If the person was truly the owner of Weizemay Manor, the producer of Ghost Grape Wine, his previous doubts would no longer exist, and the prior topic could be continued. The impact and change that facilitating such a major deal could have on their standing within the family were unimaginable.

At the very least, they wouldn’t need to repeat the same daily inspections in the remote countryside.

"I never expected those wine merchants to act so swiftly, bringing Ghost Grape Wine to the City of Radiance so quickly," Gaven exclaimed sincerely.

He hadn’t anticipated that Ghost Grape Wine’s fame had risen so high, revealing his identity with a single bottle.

But from the very beginning, he hadn’t meant to hide or deny it. He had no enemies to avoid here, and in fact, this presented an opportunity to extend his influence. The purchase of warhorses could also proceed more smoothly.

"Not to boast, but our City of Radiance does have some influence in the Northern Lands. Once anything novel hits the market here, within ten days, news of it will spread north to Luskan, south to Baldur’s Gate, east to Silvermoon City, and west to Moonshadow Isle," Krewen said with a smile, "which is why many shrewd traders bring their unique goods to Waterdeep City first to test the waters. Ghost Grape Wine is no exception."

"I’ve learned something new. There really is so much to know about doing business; my own experience is rather shallow," Gaven admitted with genuine humility. He indeed was still a novice in this area, primarily concerned with the top of the supply chain.

"Ha ha... I’m just talking, and you’re just listening. Don’t take it too seriously. If you end up losing your shirt over it, don’t come to me. Look at me, an old man guarding this small bar at my age; I’m no businessman, otherwise, I would’ve retired in the expensive City of Radiance long ago," Krewen laughed at himself.

"I think this place is quite nice. Not only does it have a group of warm-hearted and kind people, but most importantly, it’s accompanied by a host of beautiful ladies. I’m seriously considering setting up a new business here," Gaven added with ulterior motives in his last sentence.

"Young man, you’ve got a way with words. With half the charm I had when I was young, it’s no wonder the young ladies like you," Krewen laughed heartily, "I don’t object to you setting up a business, just don’t start a bar or my own will have to close down."

"Since the old gentleman has said as much, I can’t start a bar business here," Gaven was quick to follow up, ’"I wonder if there are any properties for sale in the village? Preferably with a larger area."

Now it was Krewen’s turn to be taken aback, "Young man, no jokes now; are you really looking to set up a business in Anfield Village?"

"No joke," Gaven said earnestly, "actually, my main purpose for coming here was to buy horses. We need a large number of horses and want to establish long-term trade relations. For that, we need a foothold here. I’ve already mentioned this briefly to Miss Oliela; as a newcomer, I don’t have many acquaintances, so I’m counting on your support."

"Young man, you’ve got ambition," Krewen said, giving Gaven a thumbs-up, "but your level of trading really is average at best. Rashly charging into the source of goods, aren’t you afraid of running headlong into a den of thieves?"

"Although it’s my first time in Anfield Village, my merchant friends have already informed me well about the situation here. Otherwise, I wouldn’t dare to come just the two of us," Gaven made clear he had come prepared.

"No wonder, I was just being overly concerned," Krewen encouraged gently, "There are suitable properties, but as someone who has been through it, I advise you not to rush. First, secure the deal you came for. Once you find you really need a property here, then it’s not too late to buy. After all, gold coins don’t blow in on the wind, right?"

Gaven accepted the advice graciously, "The senior speaks the truth; I was too impatient."

He himself felt he had been overly eager, giving the impression of having ulterior motives, although he did indeed have them.

"We’ve strayed from the topic. If you trust me with this bottle of Ghost Grape Wine, I assure you that you will taste something extraordinary today," Krewen said, his interest fully piqued.

Before Gaven could reply, the female mages were already clamoring excitedly. Oliela whispered to Gaven beside him, "Father Krewen’s skills in mixing drinks are among the top three in the City of Radiance. Many from the nobility travel hundreds of miles to Anfield just to experience his craft. But getting him to serve depends entirely on his mood; even money can’t buy his service."

If this had occurred with ordinary people, it would most likely be self-aggrandizement.

But coming from a Quasi-Legendary former adventurer, it was true character.

Gaven certainly had no reason to decline, responding with a smile, "It would be our honor."

"Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go," the female mages tugged at Gaven, crowding around the bar instead of returning to their private room, all to taste Ghost Grape Wine as prepared by Krewen.

Not just them, but other patrons of the bar had already gathered around as well.

But the timing was off. It was past noon and not yet afternoon; aside from a few old drunks soaked in alcohol, the rest were all service staff of the bar, all of them as young and beautiful as Ella.

In a moment, Gaven found himself surrounded by a bevy of chatty women, their excited conversation filling the air, their glances frequently drifting his way. Without asking, Gaven knew the content of their whispers was mostly about him.

How had he suddenly found himself in the midst of a nest of women?

Dealing with six women was already headache-inducing enough, and now another six appeared, especially the latter six who looked at him as if he were a mountain of gold, as if they wanted to engulf him whole.