Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 610 - 471: People must save themselves_3

Chapter 610: Chapter 471: People must save themselves_3

Entertaining people with appearances is the only thing I’m good at; if they follow me, that’s naturally the only way they can get a bowl of rice to eat.

What? Do you plan to support them?

If you really have that kind of kindness, I’ll shut down Joy Hall tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Gaven’s face turned dark; it was not a matter of whether he could afford to support them, but a matter of principle.

If he dared to agree, the label of being lecherous would follow him for life, even now, the eyes of the escort girls on him, they all seemed to want to engulf him alive, and by then they wouldn’t leave him dry.

"Ha ha..." Mother Gao Ser laughed out loud, "Look how frightened you are, I’m just joking with you. When I rescued them from the clutches of those demons, I promised them that they could choose their own paths in the future, whether sweet or bitter, and they would have to taste it for themselves.

If you have the heart, give them a chance, a chance to live a normal life.

Whether or not they seize this opportunity is up to them.

One cannot always depend on others for rescue; what’s most important is self-rescue.

Joy Hall will continue to operate until the last girl leaves."

"I understand," said Gaven, as he caught the subtext of Mother Gao Ser’s words.

The escort girls were free to come and go as they pleased here.

As long as he could get their consent, he could hire them at will.

If they were still enamored with this drunken, golden-papered life, she would stay with them here until the day they grew tired.

Throughout it all, she only considered the wellbeing of those girls, never mentioning herself. Despite being in Joy Hall, the word ’mother’ definitely wasn’t derogatory for her.

Gaven highly agreed with Mother Gao Ser’s viewpoint on self-help.

How many people fall into difficulty in this world?

With his own power, how could he possibly rescue them all? That’s something even the gods cannot do.

The only thing he could do was offer them a chance to save themselves; whether they could make it to safety was up to them.

Wasn’t it the same for himself?

After Gaven’s endeavors, most things had been more or less resolved.

The dinner had become optional, just a formality.

But since it was to be done, it ought to be done well.

It seemed like the whole Anfield Village was revolving around him.

Not only did the entire staff of Joy Hall come out in force, but the waitresses from Deer Horn Pot Tavern also participated, and the six female mages from Roinhein Clan would come and help if they were free.

Many hands make light work, and everything was going smoothly.

During this period, Gaven also traded one hundred bottles of Ghost Grape Wine to Deer Horn Pot Tavern.

Whether it was for advertising purposes or to help Gaven, Krewen and Mother Gao Ser not only didn’t keep this transaction confidential, but they went public with it.

As a result, Gaven’s identity was no longer in doubt; only the owner of Weizemay Manor could bring out so much Ghost Grape Wine at once.

The horse farm owners no longer doubted Gaven’s financial power. Ghost Grape Wine in the City of Brilliance market had reached a price of three Gold Coins and two per bottle, and just these two hundred bottles had netted him sixty-five thousand Gold Coins.

While in the City of Brilliance market, a light driving nag was barely a hundred Gold Coins, heavy driving nags were around two hundred and fifty Gold Coins, light warhorses were also only two hundred Gold Coins, and heavy warhorses were five hundred Gold Coins.

Anfield was the place of origin, and since it was a bulk purchase, the price was sure to fluctuate. To be able to sell it at seventy to eighty percent of the price was considered good.

In other words, one bottle of their wine could top several of their nags.

Not to mention, they weren’t just selling wine but also mixing drinks, creating unique Magic Cocktails.

This was even tougher; one cup was worth a light warhorse, and you couldn’t drink it whenever you wanted to; you needed to make a reservation in advance.

Even so, the waitlist for reservations was already ten days out.

Those who had drunk it didn’t feel swindled; they kept praising its worth, and if it weren’t for the rules in place, they would have hated not being able to order another ten or eight cups.

As for the reason not to mix more, it wasn’t for lack of time.

It was because these cocktails were made with emotional engagement, using the drink as a medium to achieve emotional release, which caused a heavy burden on the mixer and could impact the drinker’s emotions. It was advisable not to mix or drink too much of it.

Anyway, it was all very esoteric.

It gave people the impression that the items were rare, and there were reasons for the high prices they charged.

As for the tribute to the original tavern owner, Gaven followed the local custom and let Mother Gao Ser arrange it.

In the end, there was quite a stir; from top to bottom in Anfield, there was no one who didn’t know about it. The process was not complicated, with no need for elaborate rituals like nine bows, just a simple three bows, then expressing the wish to inherit and rebuild the inn, and that was it.

Even in Felen, where real Undead existed, such rituals were not performed for them, but for the living, to show how much he respected the original owner and had obtained his permission.

As for whether the original tavern owner agreed or would turn into a Ghost and cause trouble for Gaven, that was a secondary concern. If need be, they could just be sent back, or sent directly to the gods for reincarnation.

The dinner party went smoothly as scheduled.

Before the sun even set, the junction to Malande was already packed with people, with Joy Hall and Deer Horn Pot Tavern both inside and outside filled to the brim with guests.

Like the residents of other places in Felen, the residents of Anfield Village were equally starved for entertainment.

Banquets and parties were one of the few events everyone could participate in.

They took this opportunity to treat the dinner party as a festival to celebrate, with everything else being relatively secondary.

When Mother Gao Ser and her escort girls danced gracefully on the open-air stage on the third floor of Joy Hall, they pushed the atmosphere of the dinner to a climax.

The lead dancer was none other than the nearly middle-aged Mother Gao Ser, whose dance was graceful and beguiling, with a richly expressive face.

Sometimes she was as holy as a nun or angel, and sometimes as enchanting as a succubi or femme fatale.

Her role transitions were seamless, enchanting all viewers regardless of age and gender.