Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 615 - 473: Amazing Progress_2

Chapter 615: Chapter 473: Amazing Progress_2

"Hey, what’s a problem for others, is a piece of cake for Mr. Gaven. With money, what can’t be bought? Timber from Winterhold, furniture from Thacel, carpets from Karinshan... Tsk..."

"Ha, I taste jealousy--wanna go have a look?"

"Let’s skip it. From what I heard, last night, there wasn’t just crying coming from inside, but also some eerie, spine-chilling music. Several people got so scared they nearly peed themselves. Who knows what The Weeping Witch is thinking with the hotel reconstruction. If you ask me, we’d better stay away from here for a while."

"Absolutely. Although Mr. Gaven is kind-hearted, The Weeping Witch is beyond his control. We better keep our distance wisely."

Soon, the outside of the hotel was crowded with people looking for a spectacle.

A magical renovation of this scale was a rare sight, and its ultra-fast speed amazed the villagers.

Unanimously, all spectators gathered on the opposite side of Longroad, not daring to get too close, let alone enter. A few daring bare-bottomed kids who wanted a closer look were dragged away by their parents and received several sharp slaps on their behinds, crying their hearts out. Their parents, far from sympathetic, took the opportunity to warn that if they dared go near the hotel again, their behinds would be spanked even harder.

The Weeping Witch still held quite a deterrent force in Anfield Village, especially after Mr. Gaven’s antics last night with the ghostly movie screening. Whether the ghosts were frightened or not, he didn’t know, but the villagers who overheard were definitely scared. Rumors spread, and even fewer wanted to approach.

But there were brave ones too. Mother Gao Ser was one of them; she yawned repeatedly as she walked out from the back door of Joy Hall straight to the side of the hotel.

Barely a small alley separated the two buildings, which would make them close neighbors in the future.

Roused from her sleep by the commotion, Mother Gao Ser was, as Mr. Gaven first saw her, in a loosely fitting white chiffon nightgown, with her petite and delightful figure vaguely visible beneath it, igniting guesses whether she was, like before, battling the elements sans undergarments.

Her hair, long enough to reach the ground, was messily spread out, her steps surprisingly light, like gliding, and unbelievably swift; in a flash, she crossed the alley and slipped into the hotel.

Many villagers only caught a glimpse of a white figure, not getting a clear view of Mother Gao Ser.

"Ghost!"

"Specter!"

"The Weeping Witch! The Weeping Witch!"

Several of the more timid onlookers screamed out loud, causing quite a commotion among the crowd.

Quite a few got slapped on the spot, met with incessant scolding.

"Ghost, my foot, it’s broad daylight, where would a ghost come from? That was clearly Mother Gao Ser just now. When have you ever seen a ghost so enchanting?"

"Getting startled at nothing, you’ll scare someone to death with your screams."

"I wasn’t scared by Mother Gao Ser, but your yelling gave me quite the fright."

"With such a faint heart, why come watch the excitement? Better run on home."

Mr. Gaven paid no attention to the crowd outside, as curiosity was human nature, unstoppable. Once the novelty wore off, they wouldn’t want to waste time here anymore.

The Weeping Witch served as an excellent shield, keeping most prying eyes outside the hotel.

But for someone like Mother Gao Ser, that trick clearly didn’t work. Given their current relationship, he couldn’t just turn her away; after all, her heartbeat with good intentions.

Then again, a sharp woman like Mother Gao Ser knew how to avoid suspicion. While she did look around with some curiosity, she didn’t nosily peer about but came straight to him.

Without waiting for Mother Gao Ser to speak, Mr. Gaven sincerely thanked her, "Last night, I owe you and your companions my thanks. Without you, the banquet wouldn’t have been such a success. When I have the chance, I’ll treat you to a good drink, as a token of my gratitude."

"That’s a promise you’re making. Those girls are all eager to taste your Heart-Viewing Cocktail," said Mother Gao Ser, holding back a yawn.

"You were up so late last night, Mother Gao Ser. Why not sleep a bit longer? Lack of sleep is a woman’s worst enemy; it accelerates aging," Mr. Gaven teased.

Even Mother Gao Ser, who was broader-minded than most men, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but pull out a makeup mirror. She observed carefully, incessantly stroking the faint crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes with a frown, lamenting, "You’re not wrong, another one really has appeared. Alas, time really does fly. In the blink of an eye, the good times will pass. I envy those of you with Elf Bloodlines, living many times longer than me yet looking a good ten plus years younger."

Truthfully, in terms of age, Mother Gao Ser was not considered too old, and belonged to the best years for a human female.

She possessed everything a mature woman should have but had not yet faced real aging.

However, limited by racial traits, this prime stage of life for humans was excessively brief. In less than a decade, signs of decline would begin to show.

In this regard, the Elves and Fae race had a distinct advantage. Time seemed to stand still on them, allowing their most beautiful state to persist for centuries without change.

Mr. Gaven couldn’t help but ask, "If you care so much about your looks, why not try to take care of them? I’ve heard of a Magic Serpent Oil that, when applied to the skin, causes shedding like that of a snake. With every shed, one can look a year younger..."