Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 593 - 466 Mother Gao Ser Joy Hall_1

Chapter 593: Chapter 466 Mother Gao Ser Joy Hall_1

This deal was originally concocted by those female mages.

In this regard, the Roinhein Clan held a greater advantage, even though their move now seemed a bit late. It was all about whether they could find some way to obtain their quotation from the Roinhein Clan, which would benefit their own comparison.

For a time, Anfield Village was set into a secretive flurry by Gaven’s offer, something beyond his expectations. Even if he knew, he didn’t care. The more fiercely they fought, the more he would benefit in the end.

After sending all the horse farm owners away, Gaven looked at Oliela and asked, "Lady, don’t you need to go on your patrol duties today?"

"Thanks to Mr. Thacel, from now on, the six of us sisters will take turns daily, with five going on patrol duties while the remaining one keeps you company, as per our bet yesterday. I’m lucky, having drawn the first turn," Oliela replied, of course not mentioning she also carried the task of gathering intelligence, instead citing the playful bet from the day before as an excuse.

"That works well. You can take me around Anfield Village, especially to look at the properties for sale. The kind that can accommodate a large number of people. Our horse trade is likely to last a while, and many people from my end will need to settle in Anfield Village," Gaven began to slowly approach his goal, all the groundwork having been laid.

Without a second thought, Oliela answered, "You wouldn’t believe it, but there really is a property in the village that fits Mr. Gaven’s requirements. Look, that building there," she said.

Gaven followed the direction of Oliela’s slender finger and saw the dark, multi-story building located behind Joy Hall, across the Malande Intersection—one of his other targets for this trip.

Without waiting for Gaven to inquire further, Oliela explained, "That used to be an inn named Laughing Bandit Inn. Three years ago, a spell battle erupted here between a dark-skinned, mysterious masked mage and Mage Thacel Sarat* Tarn. The blaze ignited by their spells almost reduced it to ruins. Fortunately, the main structure, made of stone, remained relatively intact. After repairs, it could easily accommodate a small army, fully meeting your needs, sir."

"Oh?" said Gaven, showing interest, "Then why wasn’t the inn rebuilt? It’s located right by Longroad; surely it shouldn’t lack for guests."

Oliela glanced at the gloomy, pitch-black construction and involuntarily lowered her voice, "Because it’s haunted. Even before the fire, business wasn’t good. Traders would rather camp at Malande Intersection than stay at the inn. If nobody wished to take it over, Mr. Hank and his family would have moved away long ago. They wouldn’t have met with such misfortune. It’s said that the inn is cursed, and anyone who takes it over will suffer misfortunes, so nobody is willing to take the risk."

"You mean the innkeeper’s whole family perished? Then from whom should I acquire the ownership of this inn?" Gaven asked another question.

Oliela looked genuinely surprised, "You’re not really considering buying that inn, are you? It’s genuinely haunted. There’s a ghost known as The Weeping Witch that haunts it. It’s said that the inn’s destruction wasn’t solely due to the spell battle but also the doings of this ghost. The inn’s infamy now precedes it, and any investment you make into fixing it up, well, you’re unlikely to see a return anytime soon..."

There might be some who were avid fans of spiritual bodies, but only a very small minority. After all, undead were a real presence in Felen, and actively seeking them out was akin to courting death, likely ending up joining their ranks.

Especially for traveling merchants and adventurers, such places were treated with respect but best kept at a distance.

The haunted house business at Weizemay Manor had long been suspended by Gaven.

Not only was the revenue generated limited, but they had also found better directions to expand this business, making it unnecessary to continue wasting energy on it.

"The issues you’re talking about, for me, they’re not issues," Gaven responded with a smile, countering, "Firstly, I’m not buying the inn for business, but as lodging for my people. Secondly, given that you already know my real identity, then you should have heard that Weizemay Manor also goes by another name, Ghost Manor. I have many unconventional methods of dealing with ghosts. If ordinary means are ineffective, I have a few powerful friends among the Holy Warriors in the valley who could help, and it wouldn’t be a difficult task. So, thank you for your concern, Lady Oliela, but I know what I am doing."

This excuse was perfectly impeccable.

At least, it was so to Oliela. She couldn’t help but pat her smooth forehead, laughing, "Sorry, sorry, how could I forget the way Mr. Gaven obtained the Ghost Grape Wine? You cleansed a notorious haunted manor, thwarted the plans of the Goddess of Undead Vengeance, and this musical drama, I’ve seen it several times."

"What’s a baffling problem for the average person is something you can manage with ease," she said.

The female mage even recalled how the previous night, Gaven’s use of negative energy was indeed beyond reasoning and far exceeded her understanding of it.