Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 629 - 478

Chapter 629: 478

"Their bottom line is definitely much lower than you think, but their blunt obstruction will only deepen the resentment below. Once it erupts, it will burn them into ash and bone." Gaven was confident in the greed of the warlord nobles; they were bound to make foolish moves.

Some things in this country have rotten to the core, to the extent that they cannot be mended without being completely shattered.

"As long as there is enough financial support, this spinning mill can operate day and night, and might even expand further. Can your side handle that?" Zalanda asked, somewhat worried.

Cotton yarn is only a semi-finished product, and although it can be sold, its value pales in comparison to fabric made from it.

"Now that you’ve seen my side, let me show you what’s happening on mine." Gaven didn’t explain but was ready to let Zalanda see for herself.

He grabbed her and activated the Mesnoel Teleportation Spell, entering the minus thirty-third floor of the Tower of Dominion, the Ghost Textile Factory.

They moved, yet it seemed they did not.

Because the echo of machinery around them was strikingly similar, all consisting of the mechanical clacking and collision of gears.

But compared to Darama’s spinning factory, the sound here was denser. What met the eye was row upon row of neatly arranged wooden machines.

Most of them were idle.

Only a small fraction were in operation, where pitch-black shadows circled the machines.

Not only were those textile workers peculiar, but so were the machines. Despite having no yarn or any driving mechanism, they clacked on their own, slowly releasing fine, dark fabric that was hard to distinguish from reality.

Even though it was her first time seeing it, Zalanda associated them with the series of terms that Nicole often mentioned to her ear. The sight before her eyes indeed fitted the name of the Ghost Textile Factory, and someone timid venturing here might be scared to death.

The same situation could give an entirely different impression.

At Darama’s place, the mechanical clacking signified vitality and an illusion of vigorous life force.

But here, the same mechanical noise gave off a hollow and chilling vibe, with a sense of death pervading the surroundings.

Gaven pointed to those weaving machines not yet in production and said, "The machinery is all ready to go, and the workers have long been in place. We’re just waiting for a large supply of your cotton yarn. Once it arrives, this place will spring into action. We’ll not only be able to mass-produce regular canvas but also a large quantity of the semi-magical fabric, Shadow Fabric.

My next step is to establish a garment factory to mass-produce finished clothing."

"Are you planning to completely dominate the entire industrial chain from start to finish?" Zalanda exclaimed, her eyes widening, "Your garment factory, are you also planning to use these ghost workers to build a ghost garment factory?"

The thought of the dead making clothes for the living was quite unsettling.

Gaven shook his head and said, "There’s a limit to how many shadow workers I can recruit; it’s not like I can get as many as I want. One ghost textile factory already takes up most of our resources, and we still need to expand further. We can’t afford to divert more ghost workers for now. The garment factory is a labor-intensive industry that doesn’t require much technical expertise; we can simply set up a conventional factory for it. In the future, whether it’s Darama or the Valley, we could build garment factories there and create more job opportunities."

If it weren’t for the Tower of Dominion perfectly integrating with Weizemay Manor, enhancing its capacity tenfold, the scale of the Shadow Weaving Factory would be even smaller, solely producing magical fabric without time for regular fabric.

Even the current production layout is temporary, subject to change with the scale of production, especially to meet Gaven’s needs.

Once there is sufficient manpower and materials, it’s very possible that the production of regular fabric will be spun off into their own textile factories.

"Then I look forward to your new moves," Zalanda said, believing that Gaven’s garment factory would definitely differ from those she knew, and it might bring new surprises.

"Greetings, my Lord, and Ms. Zalanda," Daphne appeared silently not far from them, "There is an urgent military matter that requires the Lord’s personal attention."

"What urgent military matter?" Gaven raised an eyebrow. Had the dwarves elves made a move already? When had their operational efficiency become so high?

"This..." Daphne couldn’t help but glance at Zalanda.

Gaven waved his hand, "Go ahead, Ms. Zalanda is not an outsider."

Only then did Daphne speak up, "The Blood Claw Legion has already arrived nearby, and the Blood Claw General is in the Tower of Dominion."

"Finally, they’re here." A smile that Gaven couldn’t suppress spread across his face, the heavy stone that had been hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground.

Despite his assurances to Zalanda and Nola that the Hobgoblin Army led by Blood Claw would definitely arrive as promised, even making a bet with Nola,

it was less about convincing others and more about strengthening his own confidence.

In such a distant troop movement, especially without leading personally, there were too many variables.

Whether Blood Claw and his troops would keep their word was one aspect; if they provoked the wrong people along the way and got eradicated, it wouldn’t be surprising at all.

After all, they were an unadulterated monster legion, carrying limited food supplies and needing to solve part of their sustenance along the journey.