Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 622 - 475 Hiring a Female Escort_3

Chapter 622: Chapter 475 Hiring a Female Escort_3

Upon seeing Gaven, the tall and burly Delara immediately greeted him with overflowing enthusiasm, "Mr. Gaven, you truly are a rare cocktail genius. It’s unimaginable that you could create such a unique Heart-Viewing Cocktail after studying mixology for just a few days, even helping me recover my lost memories. I owe you a favor. If you need anything in the future, just let me know."

Recovering lost memories?

The Heart-Viewing Cocktail has that kind of unique effect?

Even Gaven himself was a bit perplexed, yet his expression revealed nothing. "There’s no need to thank me. What I planted in you was merely a seed of emotion. What flower it blooms into, what fruit it bears, that’s all up to you. I suspect that recovering your lost memories was entirely due to you breaking through your mental block and being able to withstand the pain that was previously unbearable, not my doing."

Such things are inherently ambiguous; any explanation could be the right one.

"Regardless, I owe it to your Heart-Viewing Cocktail, sir," Delara insisted stubbornly, attributing the success to the unique cocktail, "I’ll call Mother Gao Ser out for you right away."

"I’m not here to see Miss Goser," Gaven said with a smile, "I came to hire a companion lady, the kind you need for traveling on horseback."

"You’re here to hire a companion lady?" Delara repeated Gaven’s words but her voice was a bit high, carrying through much of the Joy Hall in an instant.

Her words buzzed through the crowd like disturbing a hornet’s nest. The companion ladies, who were previously somewhat languid and idle, suddenly perked up. With a buzz, they all gathered around, many of whom, just like the first time they saw Mother Gao Ser, leaped down directly from the second and third floors.

Although they lacked Mother Gao Ser’s light and graceful movements, they still displayed impressive skills—far from the delicate and frail ordinary folks. Many were Bards or Thieves with several Professional Levels.

So, from the beginning, Gaven never took them for ordinary companion ladies.

In fact, the situation at the Deer Horn Pot Tavern was much the same; those six waitresses all possessed several levels of professional Thieves, and their knife-throwing skills were extraordinary.

"Mr. Gaven, hire me, hire me. My singing and dancing are top-notch in the Joy Hall."

"Since it’s an outdoor mission, it’ll undoubtedly involve riding, and my horsemanship is exceptional. Wherever you want to go, sir, I can follow," one boasted.

"Pick me, Mr. Gaven, pick me. I’ll offer my services to you free of charge," another offered eagerly.

The companion ladies were chattering non-stop, promoting themselves. Although many were Professionals, their upbringing made them different from ordinary professionals. They lacked the same prideful air of superiority and even seemed more humble than ordinary people.

People’s attitudes are often shaped not by their Professional Levels but by their environment.

They hadn’t lost interest in Gaven—in fact, quite the opposite. They were more interested but were figuring out the most suitable opportunity to approach him. They hadn’t expected him to come to them directly, and naturally, they didn’t want to miss this chance to land a golden bachelor.

Such chaotic scenes made Gaven wonder if he had made a wrong choice, but if he ever wanted to employ these companion ladies for future needs, he had to take this step today.

Gaven couldn’t afford to be choosy. Before more companion ladies swarmed him, he immediately grabbed the one closest to him and bolted, saying, "Her then."

"I never expected Mr. Gaven to have such a taste. Ah, it seems I no longer stand a chance," one sighed.

"Right, right, you can’t judge a book by its cover. Mr. Gaven seems so innocent usually—how could he prefer this sort?" another mused.

"Hee hee... that means I have a bigger chance, right? I was just a bit late coming out, otherwise Mr. Gaven would definitely have chosen me instead of Loren," one quipped confidently.

"Actually, I’m not without a chance, if Mr. Gaven likes. It’s just a matter of going to the City of Brilliance and paying those Mages to cast a permanent Shrinking Spell on me. When that happens, I won’t just be any Demi-Human, but a Half-Elf Demi-Human, ha... I’m so clever, why didn’t I think of this before!" one plotted gleefully.

"Shameless, what you’re suggesting is deceitful replication. A Demi-Human is a unique race. Even if you use Magic Effects to produce a similar appearance, you’d still be just a shrunken Half-Elf, a shrunken Human, not an authentic Demi-Human," one argued with disdain.

"Hahaha... presumably, you’re the only one who cares about that. If you’re beautiful enough, do you think those men will care about authenticity? Eventually, what’s real becomes fake, and the fake becomes real, just like your chest..." another taunted mockingly.

"Shameless..." came the retort.

Watching the companion lady chosen by Gaven, most of the other ladies couldn’t help but sigh.

She was a Demi-Human whose height was only half that of a normal person. Named Loren, she was indeed a Demi-Human companion lady, with no lack in the looks department. However, the difference in stature was apparent; they were a size apart.

Especially since Gaven was considered tall and robust among Humans, and the Demi-Human companion was petite and delicate among her own kind, further exaggerating the contrast.

But some people have peculiar tastes, always preferring something unexpectedly unusual.