Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 589 - 464: Reaching the Peak Half a Day After Debut_3

Chapter 589: Chapter 464: Reaching the Peak Half a Day After Debut_3

The crowd dispersed, the Deer Horn Pot Tavern closed its doors, and Gaven, who had been mixing drinks for a good five or six hours, was brimming with energy, showing not a hint of fatigue; in fact, he seemed more spirited than ever.

The female servers, on the other hand, looked as if they were about to collapse from exhaustion, sprawled over the bar, refusing to move an inch.

As for the six female mages, they had returned to their family estates to report back not long after nightfall. They had tasks to attend to and had only stolen a brief respite earlier.

By now, they had basically confirmed the authenticity of Gaven’s identity. His intention to purchase a large number of horses was not mere boasting or joking; it could very well be true.

This matter must be reported to the elders of their families as soon as possible, so they could take the initiative. Such opportunities needed to be seized quickly, as the Ancasla Family was not the only one raising horses in Anfield Village; they were just one of the most well-known.

The Ancasla Family, Yilzimer Family, Jans Kzel Family, and Tam Family all owned large horse farms in the area, along with several medium and small independent horse farm owners. The horse market competition here was intense.

In this matter, they had stumbled upon an advantage and must now extend it. Should this deal come to fruition, there was no doubt that they would be well-compensated.

"Thank you all for your selfless help today. To show my gratitude, let me mix a special ’Water of Life’ for you. Luna, infuse it with the utmost Natural Blessing," said Gaven as he pushed a glass of water toward Luna.

"Okay," Luna said, her enthusiasm evident as she channeled the Natural Power within her body into the water continuously.

She too had been tailing the female servers, busy for half a day, but she did not show the slightest sign of weariness. On the contrary, she was full of vigor.

Apart from her different constitution, the most important reason was the continuous flow of Natural Power within her body that nurtured and sustained her.

As long as the flow of Natural Power remained uninterrupted, she could go without food, drink, or rest. This was a Special Ability granted to her by her plant-like characteristics.

With a deft move, Gaven took the glass filled with Natural Power and poured it into the cocktail shaker as the main ingredient. Following the movement of his arms, various ingredients were seamlessly added, finishing with a touch of wine.

In less than a minute, seven cocktails were arranged in front of them. The liquid was green, sparkling and translucent, emitting a faint fruity aroma that immediately refreshed one’s spirit at the mere sniff.

The seven didn’t hesitate to pick up their drinks and gulp them down. Their eyes brightened instantly as a burst of energy exploded in their bellies. With the quick absorption of the drink, the fatigue on their bodies dissipated greatly, especially for the six female servers, who felt the effect most profoundly.

One after another, they couldn’t help but stretch lazily and exclaim, "Ah, I feel like I’ve come back to life. If I could have such a cocktail after a busy day, that would be the ultimate pleasure."

"What did Mr. Gaven just call it?"

"Water of Life."

"That name is perfect; it lives up to it."

"Congratulations, Mr. Gaven. Your mixing is not at the beginner level, but ready to graduate. You’ve managed to quickly learn and apply your knowledge to create your own signature cocktail, setting the record for the fastest time to do so. It’s unmatched."

"Ah, I used to think I was a prodigy, but compared to Mr. Gaven, we’re just a bunch of country bumpkins who’ve never seen the world."

"Haha... you’re only realizing now? I told you, in this world, we’re just making up the numbers, serving as the background for geniuses like Mr. Gaven."

By the end, the female servers couldn’t hide the self-deprecation in their voices.

They had no choice; they had been thoroughly overshadowed by Gaven.

Ten years of hard training had brought them nothing, while he reached the peak in just half a day.

Gaven, the person in question, couldn’t offer any comfort in this situation. All he could do was shift their attention, respectfully said to Krewen, "Thank you, Teacher, for your guidance and assistance. I think I have found my bartending path. All that’s left is to continue exploring and refining it."

He was smart enough to understand the deeper meaning behind Krewen’s gifting of free drinks previously. It wasn’t just about making a profit; it was also about strengthening his reputation and drawing him closer to the residents of Anfield Village.

From now on, he would no longer be just a stranger in Anfield Village but Krewen’s disciple, a generous and promising young man. Whatever he wanted to do here would be much more convenient.

Although this master-apprentice relationship had come about hastily, the genuine desire to teach and uplift from the other side was heartfelt.

Such benevolence was not rare in Felen, yet it was still exceptional.

"In my seventy-six years of life, I’ve never seen such growth. From beginning to end, I haven’t actually taught you much. You’ve learned it all by yourself. I’m a little embarrassed to be called your teacher," Krewen spoke genuinely.

At first, he was simply curious and wanted to support a younger generation. Little did he expect that this casual act of support would reveal a supreme talent.

He was made a teacher in the afternoon and his disciple graduated by evening.

This apprenticeship felt both fulfilled and utterly unfulfilled.

The mix of awkwardness he felt was indescribable.

"Teacher, please don’t say that," Gaven quickly said. "I’ve merely developed my own views on the path ahead, and my techniques are based on imitation. But beyond that, there’s still so much I don’t know. I’ll need to learn from you about the categorization of drinks, their applications, and the preparation methods of established cocktails."

After hearing Gaven’s response, Krewen looked much more pleased. At least he had not been completely useless. Smiling, he said, "If you want to learn more, just come to the Hanging Deer and find me. I’m usually here. It’s getting late today; I’ll have Ella arrange two rooms for you to rest for the night. We can talk about anything else tomorrow."

"I appreciate that, Teacher," Gaven said without any objection.

Though taverns primarily dealt in the sale of drinks, they usually had a few rooms available for unexpected guests, and the Deer Horn Pot Tavern was no exception.

The progress of his trip to Anfield Village had been phenomenally fast. He had managed to gain a foothold on the same day, far surpassing his original plan. The rest could be attended to leisurely, as he had allowed himself ample time for this visit.