Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 643 - 482: The Breed of Chicken Stealers and Dog Robbers_3

Chapter 643: Chapter 482: The Breed of Chicken Stealers and Dog Robbers_3

"Lord, are you willing to hire us?" Dakar’s expression was not one of ecstatic joy but of intense wariness.

Having been cruelly injured by others in the past, they harbored a deep sense of caution, especially towards nobles.

"This is my personal offer. The choice is yours," Gaven said calmly. "You should have seen over the past few days how I treat the gnolls. With the gnolls, I still have a heart of mercy. Would I harm you, a group of pitiable people, without reason?"

"If I truly wanted to hurt you, I wouldn’t need to go through so much trouble. I could simply seal off all the entrances to the cave where you’re hiding."

"Looking at the state you’re all in, what do I have to gain from you other than some labor?"

Dakar fell into silence, seriously pondering the other’s words.

Recalling what he had seen and heard over the past few days, although they had not been able to get close enough to observe, the pleasant scents wafting in the air and the reactions of the gnolls showed that their food was quite decent.

The gnolls worked long hours, but not to an unbearable extent. Occasionally, one could hear the gnolls being scolded and barked at by those who had brought them, but the sound of whips lashing was rarely heard.

The red dragon wasn’t as ferocious as legend had it; it mostly remained aloof and did not randomly gnaw on gnolls.

Just as the other had said, they were already in such a wretched state—what more could someone want from them?

Dakar bowed and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Lord. But this ultimately concerns the lives of others; I cannot make a decision rashly. Please allow me to return and discuss with the others."

"Go," Gaven said, waving his hand.

During this visit to Anfield Village, Gaven’s greatest realization was a true feeling of personal growth.

Perhaps the enemies he had faced recently were all exceptional, and even though he had ultimately won, many situations required extraordinary measures—a hair’s breadth away from complete loss.

Yet, on the human side, many things that were taken for granted were considered extraordinary and looked up to.

In terms of power, in front of these deformed people, it reached an extreme; their lives and deaths depended on his single thought.

This was a very unique feeling, one that made people immersed unknowingly—no wonder so many people were addicted to power and couldn’t extricate themselves.

Gaven found himself liking this feeling a bit, too.

The speed at which these deformed people made decisions was much faster than Gaven had expected.

Dakar had been gone for less than half an hour before returning with a group of strangely twisted deformed people, trepidatiously emerging from the cave and prostrating themselves before Gaven, like lambs to the slaughter.

It was still the same artificial half-centaur speaking respectfully, "We are willing to accept Lord’s employment. We ask for no wages, only hoping for a place to stay. We will surely serve Lord with all our might."

There were a total of twenty-three deformed people, none of them alike.

Some had an extra arm on their chest, others had tentacles growing from their head, and there was also one with an additional eye at the back of the head, and so on.

Even with mental preparation, Gaven still felt uncomfortable, let alone if someone unprepared encountered such a nightmare existence in the wilderness—they would undoubtedly be scared half to death.

Their physical modifications were identical to those of the artificial half-centaur Dakar: the added parts were akin to dead prosthetics.

Far from being mere decorations, most possessed unique functions.

For example, the artificial half-centaur possessed two types of strength attributes: the lower body belonging to a horse was not only far stronger than his human upper body but also surpassed most warhorses, granting him remarkable dragging power; however, his upper body’s carrying ability was no different from an ordinary person’s.

The deformed person with an extra eye at the back of his head possessed an eye somewhat like the Eye of Truth, capable of seeing many things that normal eyes could not.

The one with a head full of tentacles had certain psychic powers.

The mad Undead Necromancer named Delroz was clearly trying to use this unique method to imitate the advantages or special abilities of other species in humans, and he had achieved initial success, if one disregarded the accompanying deformities.

This was a small, unexpected boon for Gaven.

Sometimes, even a gang of petty thieves could prove extremely useful.

The deformed people were a unique resource in themselves, and their extraordinary abilities might come in handy at some point. Therefore, Gaven had Dakar compile a detailed list of their abilities for him.

He then instructed Gos to treat these deformed people the same way he would treat any normal person.

No special attention was needed for them.

Their unique circumstances dictated that as long as they were treated like ordinary people, they would loyally follow him.

After settling the final source of instability at the Gnoll Quarry, the place began to operate at full capacity, and a large amount of high-quality bluish-gray stone was being quarried.

These stones were not immediately put on the market, but were instead used in-house, and all were used on the six and a half-kilometer wild path from the quarry to Longroad.

Honing the axe does not delay the chopping of firewood.

This six and a half-kilometer road was the axe being honed.

Only by paving it smooth enough and making it easy to travel could the stone material be transported more conveniently—after all, it was a substantial heavy cargo.

The Enlightened Trees that Gaven had awoken in the area, after completing the repairs at the Stone Stallion Inn, would mostly be relocated to work in the quarry, where they would be used as cranes and loaders.

As for the transportation, that would be left to ordinary horses pulling heavy wagons. The area was not lacking in pastures and horses; they could use quantity to make up for what they lacked, especially with good roads, the transport capacity was quite impressive.

Seeing real results would still require the accumulation of time.

These were the characteristics of large-scale infrastructure construction, and Gaven had long been accustomed to them.