Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 601 - 468 The Weeping Witch_3

Chapter 601: Chapter 468 The Weeping Witch_3

"Thank you for the advice, ma’am. I understand what I should do now," Gaven bowed in thanks.

The old are truly wise, Mother Gao Ser’s method not only comforts the departed but also silences the living. By offering them a bit more kindness in the future and creating some employment opportunities for them, no one will criticize him for occupying the ruins of the inn. He could then use the pretext of repairs to dig around for what he wanted.

"Now that we’ve finished discussing your matter, isn’t it time we talked about ours?" Mother Gao Ser seized the opportunity, starting to play her own little game.

"A hundred bottles of Ghost Grape Wine is the most I can spare for you. After the new wine is released, I can reserve an additional five hundred bottles for you, all at the market price in the City of Brilliance," Gaven, of course, knew what she wanted and directly put forth his offer.

That’s the advantage of having a monopoly, people buy your goods with money and then owe you a favor in return.

At this rate, before the new wine even came out of the kiln, he would have exchanged it all for favors.

If there were any problems with the brewing of the new wine, his troubles would be immense.

No, the Ghost Grape Wine had now become a strategic resource. He needed to tell Estelle to keep a close watch on it day and night, making sure nothing went wrong.

"What about the mixing of drinks?" Mother Gao Ser’s beautiful face blossomed with a smile so sweet it could almost drip honey.

A hundred bottles of Ghost Grape Wine, the entire City of Brilliance probably didn’t have that many.

It was a resource that, with her social connections in the City of Brilliance, she could turn around to exchange for a pile of things that money normally couldn’t buy.

Not to mention the subsequent five hundred bottles of Ghost Grape Wine.

This young man before her was indeed a veritable gold mine.

"If you wish to taste the wine yourself, I am available whenever I am free. However, if it’s to be served to guests, a maximum of three cups a day is the limit, provided that you collect the relevant information on these people for me," Gaven thought for a moment and then added, "No rollover."

Watching people drink is interesting, but only occasionally. Once it becomes a job, it gets dull, and he simply didn’t have that much time.

"Scarcity brings value," Mother Gao Ser said as if it were obvious, "If one can drink it every day, even the rarest things become like plain water. It’s better to entrust this to me than to that old fool Krewen. I guarantee you’ll get the chance to meet more important people and gain more social favors and connections."

Right!

How could he have forgotten this?

What an excellent opportunity to build connections!

He didn’t want to get involved with Waterdeep City right now simply because his foundation was unstable and he couldn’t control it. The capitalist sharks would gobble him up whole, skin and bones. But that didn’t mean he never wanted to get involved there.

Previously, there hadn’t been an opportunity, but now, the person before me, the one from Deer Horn Pot Tavern, including everyone in Anfield Village who had ties with the City of Brilliance, could all become my connections there, especially Krewen and Mother Gao Ser. I’d already established a basic rapport with these two; the rest was all about using that rope of relationship to turn their networks into mine.

And bartending was an excellent opportunity to showcase myself.

Having realized this, Gaven immediately changed his tone and said, "Normally, I don’t mix drinks for strangers more than three times, and even if the inn starts up, I won’t be mixing drinks there on my own. Everything will be arranged by the lady here. If there are special needs, it’s not that there’s no room for negotiation, but I suggest such a precedent should not be set if it can be avoided."

"Good, good, good," Mother Gao Ser said in approval, "Since you’ve given me such a generous gift, I must give something in return. Set a time, and I will sell this old face of mine to invite all the renowned people of Anfield Village to bear witness for you, to make you the new owner of this inn."

Gaven was immediately elated. A person like Mother Gao Ser, who was well-versed in networking, probably knew everyone in Anfield Village. There were hardly any people she had conflicts with. With her taking the lead, the matter became much simpler. The rest was a matter of preparation. He carefully asked, "Is today possible?"

"Today? How could that be?" Mother Gao Ser glared at Gaven with annoyance, "Why are you so impatient? Even if I manage to contact everyone for you, what about the banquet? How do you arrange the visit to the former inn owner’s grave? You can’t invite the living before paying respects to the dead, can you? At the earliest, it will take three days, and that’s if the girls drop everything else they’re doing."

"Then could you please prepare it as quickly as possible, madam? All expenses are on me," Gaven said with an embarrassed smile, feeling he might have been a bit too eager.

I’d only arrived in Anfield Village last night, and today I wanted to achieve my goal, something that seemed unfathomable before I came; three days was far beyond my planning.

"You think we’re short of that little money? We’re going to be neighbors in the future. There’s plenty of helping each other out to do. Consider this a welcoming gift from me," Mother Gao Ser said generously, "When the time comes, you just need to make your appearance."

"Then I am in your debt, madam," Gaven said, no longer insisting, knowing that the tasks ahead were not to be achieved all at once, and that there would probably be many more interactions with her in the future.

Taking over the inn was merely the beginning; finding the Spellbook of The Weeping Witch was the key.

If this Spellbook were so easy to find, would it have waited until now? Would it have waited for me to come?

Gaven had reason to suspect that the magical conflict three years ago was very much related to this Spellbook and The Weeping Witch.

If that was the case, it meant others, besides myself, were also coveting this Spellbook.

When the inn was still a ruin, untouched, it was one thing, but once someone started meddling, it became an easy target.

After discussing some finer details with Mother Gao Ser, he left the Joy Hall. Accompanied by Oliela, he took a round inside and outside Anfield Village to get a good understanding of the situation. He also quietly noted a few points of interest before bidding farewell to Oliela and returned to his room in the Deer Horn Pot Tavern. He activated the Tower of Dominion Teleportation and went back to Mesnoel, starting to deploy his forces.

He now had a home and a business. How could he possibly rely solely on his own hands and feet to conquer the world?

Traveling to Anfield Village alone on horseback was merely for reconnaissance, to establish a foothold.

First, he had Veranika send him back to Weizemay Manor. Using Ghost Grape Wine, he filled the Portable Dimensional Hole almost to the brim. From now on, this ware would likely hold a place in the Portable Dimensional Hole; it would be his diplomatic ace in the hole.