Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 689 - 498: A Farewell Over Wine (End of This Volume)_1

Chapter 689: Chapter 498: A Farewell Over Wine (End of This Volume)_1

"If you need bricks and stones and you’re close to Anfield Village, ask Gos for coordination and resolution. If the distance is too far and transportation costs are too high, just purchase them locally," Gaven turned to Gos and said, "If you encounter any insurmountable problems here in the future, you can directly consult Miss Goser and you must strictly execute her commands."

Gos may be crafty, but he can’t be relied upon for major matters.

What Gaven truly valued was his loyalty, the unwavering execution of his orders, which outweighed countless other virtues.

"Understood." Gos replied loudly, "I will treat Miss Goser as if she were the Lord’s lady, her commands come second only to the Lord’s himself."

Pfft.

Mother Gao Ser couldn’t help but laugh out loud, "I’m starting to like this little fellow. With him around, there’ll be much more fun, haha... Your calculations are very meticulous indeed. You have your own renovation crew, and now you have your own quarry. If you had a lumberyard too, no one could make a copper from you."

"That’s exactly the next matter I wanted to discuss." Gaven kicked a huge skull from under the table, "I have killed that Swift Roc. Its nest has been taken over by me, and the gnoll servants have been recruited by me. From now on, wood won’t be a worry."

Informing Krewen and Mother Gao Ser about the Swift Roc’s demise was a result of careful consideration by Gaven.

He considered both their characters and the emotional and financial entanglements between them. Overall, the benefits outweighed the drawbacks.

Because only in his hands, was this Nanklept truly invaluable.

If it were in the hands of Mother Gao Ser or Father Krewen, it would be like tasteless chicken ribs, unsatisfying to eat but a pity to discard.

They lacked effective means to control the gnolls and also lacked the capacity to develop the Garden Farm. Don’t forget, it is shrouded deep in the Clept Garden Forest, and surrounded by the Wild Magic Zone.

Thinking of relocating people there for largescale development would be extremely challenging. After much effort, the outcome could be that the gain wouldn’t cover the costs.

This is also the reason why many mines and industries that appear valuable are abandoned.

If Gaven didn’t have the gnolls or the Fae Race, and completely relied on humans, he would also have no means to exploit the place. He would scour it clean, take the Swift Roc’s skull and exchange it for a reward from those Horse Farm Owners, and abandoning the place would be the best strategy.

Krewen, who’d been leisurely enjoying his meal and wine, couldn’t help putting down his cutlery in astonishment, "You’ve kept a deep secret, silently making such a huge deal. How did you manage it?"

"His abilities primarily involve twisting and hijacking spells; as long as you avoid that, it’s fine. I happen to have a weapon that can restrain it." Gaven took out Death Roar, placed it on the table and said, "The gnoll defectors previously weren’t truly defectors—they were part of a play I arranged to lure the Swift Roc into a trap; once it left its territory, it would never return."

"What? The gnoll defectors were organized by you?" Mother Gao Ser’s beautiful eyes widened, "You put on a convincing act, even fooling me. And here I was, foolishly feeling sorry for you, thinking you’d lost so many skilled gnoll craftsmen!"

"It wasn’t to deceive you, ma’am, but I feared that someone in the village might collude with the Swift Roc and tip it off," Gaven explained, then continued, "However, I hope you both can keep this secret for now and not to tell others. I will send people to impersonate the Swift Roc to keep everything as it was."

Both Mother Gao Ser and Krewen were clever and understood immediately, asking in unison, "You want to take over the Swift Roc’s nest?"

"Yes." Gaven freely admitted, "It contains a Dwarf Castle called Nanklept with a silver mine, which the Swift Roc led its gnoll servants to reopen. Its value far exceeds the hundred thousand Gold Coins offered by the Horse Farm Owners as a reward, so I’ve already selected people to operate there."

"I really am getting old; I can’t keep up with the pace of you young people," Krewen exclaimed with a sigh, "If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that in just half a month, you’ve renovated a large inn, rebuilt a quarry with gnolls, killed a troublesome Dragon Vein Creature and taken over a silver mine. Many Horse Farm Owners in Anfield Village who have been in business for a lifetime, no, for several generations, have been surpassed by you. If they knew, they would undoubtedly die of shame."

"It’s not that you can’t keep up with the young," Mother Gao Ser said with a smile, "it’s that the young man before you is not ordinary, and you should have felt this from his very first day in Anfield Village, when he walked into your inn.

"Yes, I won’t forget that day," Krewen’s thoughts uncontrollably returned to half a month ago, the scene of this young man entering the Hanging Deer led by the female mages. It all seemed like yesterday, yet like it happened a very long time ago.

"Since we were brought together by wine, let’s bid farewell with wine today," Gaven said, getting ready, and soon he entered the Transcendent State.

Damn!

Krewen involuntarily shivered uncontrollably, bending his cutlery, a sign of severe emotional loss of control for a Quasi-Legendary being.