Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 595 - 466 Mother Gao Ser Joy Hall_3

Chapter 595: Chapter 466 Mother Gao Ser Joy Hall_3

Ms. Delara, although a towering figure with a coarse and husky voice, spoke clearly and persuasively, one point after another.

First, she would flatter, then praise, and finally never forget to pitch her own business.

Gaven even began to suspect whether the Heart-Viewing Cocktail she mentioned was the one he had concocted himself, or some powerful Magic Potion instead?

Oliela feigned anger at her side, "Ms. Delara, that’s not very nice of you. I kindly brought the gentleman to your establishment, and now you’re trying to undermine us. We’ve taken up the exclusive role of accompanying Mister, so please stop coveting this opportunity."

Delara was adept at smoothing things over and immediately turned to apologize to Oliela, "I’m mistaken for not having understood the situation. We will definitely keep Lady Oliela’s kindness in mind. The next time we have a ball or a play, I will make sure to reserve some good seats for you sisters."

Clearly, Joy Hall also served as a public performing venue for Anfield Village. On the third floor near the intersection with Malande, there was a sizable open-air stage for outdoor performances.

"That’s more like it." Oliela’s feigned rage turned into joy instantly.

She wasn’t really looking to hold anyone to account, but rather using this as a way to assert her territory to Delara, as part of their strategy to strengthen their relationship with Gaven, asking her not to interfere in this matter.

"Delara, what’s with the important guest? Worth you making such a ruckus early in the morning? Even if it’s the Lord from the City of Brilliance arriving, it shouldn’t disrupt the girls’ beauty sleep. Don’t you know that lack of sleep is a major enemy of wrinkles?" A petite figure appeared on the second-floor corridor.

For an escort, this person seemed a bit old, her hair long enough to touch the floor and still shiny black. Despite the faint crow’s feet forming around her bright eyes, her skin was well maintained, as white as snow. Even without deliberate grooming, she still possessed astonishing beauty.

Her figure remained immaculate, a loose negligee like a thin veil giving a tantalizing glimpse of her shapely form.

If nothing was amiss, this individual wasn’t an escort but rather the mistress of the house, the Mother Gao Ser mentioned by Delara.

Seeing Gaven, Mother Gao Ser gasped and, with a push of her hands, leaped down from the second floor, landing nimbly and agilely like a cat.

But those downstairs witnessed a blood-pumping scene.

Her loosely fitted negligee flew up with a whoosh, revealing absolutely nothing beneath, going commando—it had to be said, the view was truly beautiful, the contours and proportions surpassing most women, and she was exceptionally good at looking after herself, exuding an air of exquisite charm all over.

Delara seemed nonplussed by it.

Gaven, however, remained unflustered, as if he saw nothing.

Only the Female Mage Oliela, who had never seen such a spectacle, blushed, wanting to remind her but not knowing how to begin.

The person in question, Mother Gao Ser, clearly felt the coolness below, and yet made suggestive gestures at Oliela, causing her to blush even more and look away, unable to meet her eyes.

Such incidents were often more embarrassing for the onlookers who cared the most; the more they cared, the more likely they were to become the subjects of teasing.

Mother Gao Ser, beaming with joy, said to Gaven: "Delara wasn’t wrong, indeed a distinguished guest has arrived. Girls, get up, everyone up! See who’s here. Mr. Gaven, who you were all thinking about last night, has personally come to visit, so hurry up and welcome him."

"Mr. Gaven is here? The one who mixed drinks at Hanging Deer last night?"

"Who else could it be if not him? Is there a second Mr. Gaven?"

"I’ve heard that the Ghost Grape Wine comes straight from his vineyard and possesses beautifying properties that make the complexion glow, delays aging, no, it’s like a ghostly form of youth that lasts forever. The high society ladies of the City of Brilliance would pay a hefty sum to get their hands on it, yet it’s still out of reach. By knowing him, could we perhaps have an exclusive supply of Ghost Grape Wine?"

"In yesterday’s unique cocktail, it was said that Ghost Grape Wine was used. Before that, there were specific cocktails blended with Ghost Grape Wine that we couldn’t taste."

"Oh my... What are we waiting for? Let’s hurry, hurry up. It’s said that Mr. Gaven isn’t just young and wealthy, but also extraordinarily handsome. They say he has the blood of the Silver Elves, making one feel cordial and favorable at first glance, a memory to cherish for life."

"That’s my dress, that’s my dress, give it back to me quickly."

"Hehe, just find another one for yourself, or just go out like this, what’s there to fear?"

"Why don’t you go out like this instead of snatching my dress?"

"Wrong, wrong, those are my shoes."

"Wow, he’s even more handsome than the legends say, truly the man of my dreams."

"Ha, stop drooling, your ’men of dreams’ are a dime a dozen. Are you going to say next that you’ll marry no one but him?"

"Exactly, I will marry no one but him. Who says you can’t change your ’man of dreams’?"

The voice Mother Gao Ser had raised earlier was like poking a hornet’s nest.

With a buzz, the second and third floors were crammed with young and beautiful female companions, no less than twenty or thirty of them, including various skin tones and races, and even two cute and petite Demi-Humans, all of them above average in looks.

Their attire tended to be on the lighter side.

Many, like Mother Gao Ser, wore gauzy and sexy nightgowns, and some had only bikinis on.

A few even wrapped themselves in a thin blanket, and it was obvious they wore nothing underneath.

They giggled and made judgments about Gaven.

If yesterday he fell into a pile of women,

Then today, he was plunging straight into a den of women.

And it was the kind of den where the behavior was bolder and more unrestrained than yesterday. By comparison, the hints from the waitresses last night were modest and subtle.

One of the female companions was so bold that when Gaven’s gaze swept over her, she simply undid her robe and with a pull, faced Gaven head-on, exposing all her glorious assets.

This familiar scene made Gaven instantly think of those exhibitionists from movies and television.

Only, such deeds are generally performed by sleazy old men; a young and beautiful woman doing it, and to him specifically, was somewhat odd.