Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 665 - 490: Advancing into the Three Rivers Region_1

Chapter 665: Chapter 490: Advancing into the Three Rivers Region_1

Although the journey was a bit far, at least 1,200 kilometers away, there were no insurmountable natural barriers along the way, and with a large number of trade routes throughout the journey, this provided them with the convenience of saving on costs.

These horse farm owners were very shrewd; when they delivered horses, it was not solely about transporting warhorses.

The nags pulling carts were usually rented out to merchants on the way, hauling goods along. Even the warhorses would be rented out cheaply to guards, and only a portion that couldn’t be rented out would travel with the caravan, often being used as reserve horses.

By doing so, it was killing several birds with one stone; not only could they reduce labor costs, but they could also extract more value and ensure greater security.

As for gathering unsold warhorses or those from the same industry near the destination for exchange, that was even more routine, all with one goal in mind—saving on transportation costs.

But there is never a time when people are fully satisfied. Mage Anbala said with a pained expression, "The journey is simply too far. It’s very likely that the warhorses will suffer heavy losses along the way. Regarding the price, can we possibly..."

Mr. Gaven replied indifferently, "Based on the City of Brilliance’s prices, it’s already too high. If you don’t agree with this price, then there’s nothing to discuss. When the time comes, I’ll just go to Waterdeep City and Baldur’s Gate to put out the word that I will be buying up warhorses in large quantities in Efanso at Waterdeep City’s prices. What do you think the final outcome will be?"

When dealing with a group of pure businessmen, he wouldn’t talk about feelings, let alone play the game of making concessions. Ruthlessly pressing down on the price was the right move.

Hearing Mr. Gaven say this, Mage Anbala dared not argue any further and said through gritted teeth, "Since we’re friends, fine. We will go by the market price of the City of Brilliance. Payment will be made upon verification of goods in Efanso. Is there a specific quantity you can give us for reference?"

"The ratio of warhorses to cart-pulling nags can be maintained at about one to two. Within ten thousand, I’ll take as many as there are, with the upper limit not exceeding twenty percent," Mr. Gaven offered the amount he could afford in terms of available cash flow—any more payments would be problematic, and he wouldn’t need that many in the short term anyway.

"And the delivery period?"

"Fifteen days from now, you have a five-day grace period. After that, no waiting," Gaven provided the estimated time.

Mage Anbala thought for a moment and then said, "That’s no problem, but we still hope to sign this contract at your Weizemay Manor."

This was the final verification of Gaven’s identity, after all, it involved the transport of nearly ten thousand warhorses over a great distance.

"How about this: we’ll take a middle path. I’ll take you on a tour of my territory, and we’ll sign the contract here. After all, drafting a contract will take time," Gaven suggested.

Mage Anbala and the other horse farm owners exchanged glances and nodded in agreement, "That method will suffice."

They were primarily there to confirm identity, not to visit Weizemay Manor for a drink.

"Then we’ll leave now. Should I arrange for someone to perform the teleportation, or..." Gaven’s gaze turned to Mage Anbala.

He had at least fifteen professional levels as a mage, and a high-level teleportation spell would certainly be a spell he possessed.

Mage Anbala said with a smile, "Sir, you only need to provide the spatial coordinates. Leave the rest to me. Mr. Ohm, Mr. Rolles, Ms. Eirallagna, the three of you will represent us and accompany us for the visit, while the rest will return to the horse farms to prepare the goods!"

A party of five, with Gaven providing the spatial coordinates and Mage Anbala casting the high-level teleportation spell.

One second they were in Anfield Village, the next they appeared outside the Weizemay Manor in the Three Rivers Region.

"What’s going on here?"

"Why is it pouring rain everywhere else, yet it’s sunny and bright here without a single drop of rain?"

"It’s magical. To witness two completely different weathers on the same land is like seeing a curtain of rain."

The moment everyone arrived at Weizemay Manor, they were captivated by the unique spectacle.

The whole Three Rivers Region was experiencing heavy downpours.

Only the Weizemay Vineyard was under clear skies without a single raindrop.

Due to the limited area of the Weizemay Vineyard and the sufficiently flat terrain, the distinct border could even be seen with the naked eye.

Even a fool could tell that this wasn’t naturally occurring but was the magnificence of magic.

"This land, like the Golden Prairie, has been blessed by gods, by Mother Earth, with its own weather pattern. It’s always cared for by Mother Earth. Whatever is planted here thrives. Mr. Gaven is indeed lucky to own such a land. No wonder he has so much wealth," Mage Anbala, with his wide knowledge, instantly guessed the reason behind the phenomenon.

However, he guessed two things wrong: the magical power enveloping this place was neither from the gods nor belonged to the land before Gaven owned it.

It was due to Gaven that this land now had magic power.

The spell currently in effect was the "Limited Weather Command" opened by a fairy on a midsummer night.

This ability not only brought clouds and rain during droughts on this land.

But it also led to the scenario before them when the land had too much rain.

The Weizemay Vineyard was just on the eve of the second wave of grape maturation, when it needed sunlight the most for sugar formation, and excessive rain was least welcome.

Beyond that, there wasn’t much else of note on this trip; after all, it was just the most ordinary business cooperation inspection.