Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 625 - 476 - Loren’s Fantastical Journey_3

Chapter 625: 476 Chapter Loren’s Fantastical Journey_3

The effectiveness of one’s own name in the surrounding area is unknown for the moment, but the name of Mother Gao Ser should still carry some weight.

"Anything else?" Loren sincerely praised, "No wonder Mother Gao Ser holds you in high regard, Mr. Gaven. You truly have something extraordinary about you. With the aid of such treants, the repair of your inn will become extremely easy."

Even a demihuman centaur guide girl, who knows nothing about construction, could see at a glance the convenience provided by enlightened trees in repairing and constructing large buildings.

"Thank you for the compliments. You may proceed on your way now," Gaven said with a smile. Having heard such praise so often lately, he had become somewhat numb to it.

In fact, many of the things he employed were not astonishing at all when broken down; they had existed in Felen for who knows how many centuries—it’s just that no one had thought to put them to use in this particular way before.

This was true for gnolls, fae creatures, and treants alike.

That being said, some things are not that people hadn’t thought of them, but rather that they couldn’t change the intrinsic notions of those creatures.

If one lacked direct control over a Giant Dragon, or the Dragon Oak Mother Tree, even gathering gnolls in a sufficient number would inevitably hit a bottleneck. Even if it didn’t attract competition from the Giant Dragons, the gnolls would disperse and desert on their own. This was an inevitable flaw in solely using a human identity to manage gnolls.

The case with the Fae Race was similar; most of them had a carefree and unreliable nature. Without a covenant with the Fairy Wilderness or a close relationship with the Dragon Oak Mother Tree, even if relations were good, the Fae creatures would vanish abruptly once they grew bored. The next time they felt a whim to appear could be decades later—a significant chunk of a human’s life.

In truth, the Fae under Gaven’s command also exhibited similar issues. Generally, they could only work at their assigned posts for ten or eight days before they needed to be sent back to the Fairy Wilderness or the Dragon Oak Mother Tree for an equivalent period of leisure and vacation, then they would continue to work. Forcing them onto the job would only lead to lackluster performance and passive resistance; some might even disappear without a trace.

As for treants and enlightened trees, there’s even less need to mention them. Enlightenment is a skill exclusive to Transcendent Druids, and druids of this level value nature far more than they do development and construction.

Their purpose in enlightening treants and trees was solely to guard the forests, not to serve in construction for other demihuman creatures.

Gaven, who had acquired this skill through the Milestone of Destiny, naturally broke this conventional way of thinking. While earning the astonished glances of countless others, he also achieved extraordinary feats.

The demihuman centaur girl experienced this feeling of being revered and looked up to quite intensely today.

Enlightened trees generally have a slow and stable rhythm, especially the oak that Gaven had enlightened, which he had chosen as the tallest one nearby. Its size was gigantic, with the roots and trunk together reaching nearly fifteen meters.

There is a large disparity in the sizes of enlightened trees and treants, with large, extra-large, and gigantic ones all present. The number of Life Dice has some correlation to their size but not a significant one; ultimately, it comes down to the initial consciousness and the strength of the final formed soul.

Most are extra-large, a size that provides them with a sufficient advantage in stature. Their territory is solid enough, so movement does not easily lead to falling over.

When it comes to serving as tools for construction, naturally, the larger the size, the better the advantage.

When Stone Stallion Number One began to move, what it considered first was not speed but its own stability.

Its pace was not slow at all; it could match a cantering horse, for its steps were large enough to cover seven or eight meters in a single stride.

A fifteen-meter-tall figure in the primeval dense jungle doesn’t stand out much, but once it hits the open plains, the visibility increases drastically, quickly attracting the attention of skybound herdsmen, who inevitably come to check things out.

At first, the demihuman centaur girl chatted enthusiastically with these people, explaining the situation of the enlightened tree.

But repeating the same talk to different people over a dozen times soon lost its charm and the initial enthusiasm withered away.

Fortunately, the straight-line distance between Clept Garden Forest and Anfield Village wasn’t far, just over twenty kilometers. The enlightened tree, being so tall and unconcerned about the path, moved mostly in a straight line for the majority of the time. It wasn’t until they approached Anfield Village and the surrounding cultivated farmland increased that things became a bit troublesome—casual trampling of the fields would attract collective anger.

But, with the longroad in sight, the centaur guide girl directly guided the enlightened tree onto this merchant road, traveling along it.

Soon, the centaur girl found new fun. The bustling merchant road was full of caravans stuck in various minor troubles—some caught in ruts, others with vehicle problems.

Many things that were bothersome for humans were trivial for an enlightened tree—a mere gesture of assistance.

And this enlightened tree was very cooperative, attentive to her every command. The centaur guide girl naturally took the opportunity to distribute favors where she could, never stinting on a helping hand.

By the time they reached Anfield Village, the enlightened tree had a convoy of over a dozen carts following behind and was welcomed by lined-up villagers at the entrance to the village. News of the enlightened tree had already spread through the merchant caravans that had arrived in the village earlier. The villagers of Anfield naturally ran out to see the novelty, which inevitably led to a fresh wave of amazement.

This Mr. Gaven indeed had very unusual methods: first a group of gnoll sorcerers skilled in the Perfect Restoration Technique, and now he even commanded such a tall treant. Now, if he told them that he could repair the inn in three days, they would believe him.

Anna, who was there to receive the enlightened tree, took it in stride, directly leading it to join the manual repair work of the inn. Stone Stallion Number One was like a living crane, helping to hoist collapsed walls and large stones back to their original positions with the help of invisible Pikespirit druids using vine ropes as long as a semblance of the original structure could be pieced together, the rest could be left to the Perfect Restoration Technique.