Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 603 - 469: Beneficial without Cost_2

Chapter 603: Chapter 469: Beneficial without Cost_2

So, after the first batch of gnolls took their places, Gaven set up a free stall––a free repair stall––with Anna at the Malande intersection, in front of Great Sharan’s obsidian horse carving.

"Come and see, come and have a look, there are gnolls at Malande intersection, Dragon Vein Gnolls, offering free repairs for pots, pans, ladles, scissors, knives, tables, and chairs."

"Valley’s great wine merchant, Mr. Gaven Nort, in order to benefit the villagers of Anfield Village, has brought his Dragon Vein Gnoll subordinates to provide free repairs for everyone. If you have items that need a touch-up, hurry over. The number of repairs per day is limited; first come, first served, hurry up now."

"Passing by, don’t miss out on the rare sight of magic repair in action, everyone hurry and see for yourselves."

With just a few dozen apples, Gaven had hired the best errand runners and little loudspeakers in Anfield Village—those kids with runny noses and bare little bums.

In just a few short minutes, they had spread the message he wanted to convey throughout the streets and alleyways of Anfield Village.

Most people did not really believe the words of these little rascals.

But Anfield Village was only so big and when their attention was drawn to Malande intersection, many could directly see the situation there. Seeing it packed with people inside and out, many couldn’t help but move their feet to come and take a look. Once they saw what was happening inside, their eyes were rooted in place, following with rounds of surprised "ohs" and gasps.

Great Sharan.

The always colorful obsidian horse sculpture had been completely rejuvenated, including its male signs that had been vandalized, boldly presented to the crowd as the horse reared and neighed, seamlessly restored as if it had never been lost, as though it had just been freshly carved.

Below the obsidian horse carving sat a group of people.

In the very center was the village’s greatest celebrity of the last few days, Mr. Gaven Nort. His string of titles was so well known that even those bare-bummed kids could recite it from memory—it need not be mentioned further.

To his right sat a very tall and slender woman with long, straight legs. Even sitting, she was taller than most; her hair contained three colors, and she had peculiar horse ears. She was Luna, Mr. Gaven’s partner and mount, said to be a druid.

To his left sat a girl with a round face and crescent-moon eyes that arched when she smiled, radiating an instantaneous cordiality, as if she were the girl next door.

Then to their left and right, four gnolls each took their seats. These eight gnolls seemed a bit different from those in the stories; they were too tall and robust, towering over the older children, with clear muscular contours visible beneath their smooth scales. Weren’t gnolls supposed to be the size of small dogs, only capable of yapping away?

Their demeanor was also very serene, their every move not like that of wild beasts, but more like well-educated humans, polite and proper.

No, many humans couldn’t even achieve their level of decorum; surely these gnolls had undergone professional training.

This feeling was strange, like seeing a monkey behaving more seriously than humans in their conduct.

But undeniably, the fear and rejection weren’t as strong as with other monster races.

Especially after watching what they were doing right now.

Upon each worn-out item touched by the magic glow in their hands, it immediately came out looking brand new, as if it had just come off the production line.

Each repair elicited involuntary "ohs" from the surrounding crowd, and several faces couldn’t help but reveal expressions of delight.

In Anfield Village, the use of magic wasn’t too uncommon. After all, it backed onto the continent’s largest city. Although rural, it wasn’t completely out in the sticks. For instance, on Gaven’s first day here, he encountered groups of female mages.

It wasn’t unique to the Roinhein Clan. The other clans had their own aerial mage patrols, it was just that the stables Gaven arrived at belonged to the Roinhein Clan, so he encountered the six sisters. If he had come to Anfield from another direction, he would have encountered other families and their stables.

At the entrance to Mother Gao Ser’s Joy Hall hung a magical neon sign that flickered in multiple colors. At night, it would light up, not only displaying vibrant colors but also conjuring a life-size seductive phantom at the door, coquettishly inviting passersby to enter Joy Hall.

This was the latest in magic technology from the City of Brilliance; Mother Gao Ser had paid a hefty sum for it. At that time, it had caused quite a stir in Anfield Village. Come nightfall, the place would be packed with people who stayed for hours.

But as the years passed, the villagers had grown accustomed to it and barely glanced at it, whereas traders who saw this magic device for the first time would stop in awe. The villagers would involuntarily curl their lips and quietly scoff at the country bumpkins.

The use of Demon Cultivation in the horse training process differed from one stable to another, each with their own trade secrets.

However, to apply magic in mending everyday items as they were doing now was exceedingly rare.

Ordinary people couldn’t do it, and spellcasters didn’t have time for such trivial matters.