Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 2065 - 954: The Far East Territory’s Predicament (3)
The old town refers to the original district of Klonte, in contrast to the new town being constructed by the Soaring Dragon People.
The old town is located west of the Plaza of the Three Statues, while the new town expands outward around the plaza.
"Alright, you go ahead and get busy, I’ll find him myself." Gaven took just two steps before stopping and asking, "Have the tea ceremony maid Susu and the chef maid Hong Xiu from Tavelan arrived?"
"They’ve arrived, they were delivered just yesterday and have already been settled in the Lord’s Mansion. It’s our oversight, as we didn’t specifically arrange attendants for you," Guo Conglong hurriedly replied.
Though called the Lord’s Mansion, it’s just a converted civilian shop serving as Gaven’s temporary residence and office here.
"I don’t have high demands for this. The reason for bringing them over is purely out of pity for them being away from their homeland, to bring them closer to their own kin. Send someone to inform them to prepare tea and dishes, the best ones, as I’m inviting guests." Naturally, Gaven’s guest of honor was Mage Valo.
Having read his travel diary, Gaven was well aware of his love for fine wine and food.
Every travel journal he wrote devoted nearly half of its content to local inns, tavern operations, and the state of food and drinks.
He is the pioneer of Felen’s tavern scouting scene, and once the industry flourishes, he’ll be revered as its founding ancestor.
Once he finished with the arrangements, Gaven then briskly walked towards the Black Crow Inn.
Gaven did not completely overthrow the existing lifestyle when he took control of Klonte; instead, he subtly influenced the people using the Soaring Dragon People.
Among the beneficiaries was the Black Crow Inn, one of the limited few in Klonte offering accommodation and dining.
A single order from a Soaring Dragon could empty most of their wine cellar, but this place rarely saw faces from the Far East, mostly frequented by local residents and the Great Valley People.
Firstly, there existed a language barrier, making communication extremely difficult.
Felen’s common language was only common on the Felen Continent, and not readily usable for the Tukan People or the Soaring Dragon People.
Gaven could communicate seamlessly with the Soaring Dragon People because he wore a Psychic Insight Gem, possessing the magical ability of Comprehend Languages (a mental version of a language translator). Even secret languages of Druids or Thieves, magical scripts, have chances of being deciphered, let alone regular languages.
The spellcasting level for Comprehend Languages is very low, just a First Ring Spell, accessible to any spellcaster.
Some who frequently dealt with foreign races would directly use Magic Constancy to keep it permanency on themselves.
Secondly, the differences in living customs.
Although the Soaring Dragon People also had a drinking culture, they did not have a tavern culture; they preferred to gather and drink with friends and comrades instead of going to a smoky inn or tavern.
Moreover, they were not adapted to Felen’s cuisine.
Claiming that Felen’s food was as bad as feces might be an exaggeration, but to most Soaring Dragon People, they found it absolutely unpalatable, less preferable than the mass-cooked meals by their army cooks.
After parting with Guo Conglong, Gaven’s appearance subtly adjusted, transforming into an average-looking ordinary Great Valley person.
This is Superstate Transformation.
This ability not only allowed Gaven to transform but was also a divine skill of disguise.
The purpose, naturally, was to avoid unnecessary disturbances; he didn’t want greetings and salutes wherever he went.
Whether handling matters or conducting inspections, doing so openly was inconvenient.
In such circumstances, he would only see prepared façades, unable to discern the real situation, making it hard to discover problems.
Given his current strength and equipment, unless caught in a targeted trap, his life was mostly not in danger.
And in a disguised state, the chance of falling into traps was even smaller than a straightforward visit—his movements were hard to track.
Gaven’s entry into the Black Crow Inn did not cause any stir.
This was a standard town inn, offering both tavern and inn functions.
The first floor was a tavern, with a large bar, and over a dozen long solid wood tables, their patina and knife-axe scars silently proclaiming their great age.
This place sold drinks and also provided simple food.
The second floor was a circle of rooms available for rent.
Normally, this time of day was the quietest in the inn, as breakfast was over and it was still too early for dinner—most Felen people had two meals.
For ordinary people, having three meals a day was a luxury.
Yet when Gaven entered, he found the place packed, at least a hundred people crowded inside, filling both the second-floor corridor and the tavern hall.
The scent of the place was indescribable.
There was the odor of cheap booze, the sour stench of bodies, and the smell of potatoes, soybeans, and meat stewing together.
These mixed aromas embodied the scent of life at the bottom.
The crowd stood on tiptoe, craned their necks, and were fully focused. Gaven suspected that even without a disguise, no one would recognize him.
At the center of the bar, a middle-aged man was eloquently speaking while holding a big mug, "That pre-prepared force of Heavy Cavalry and Hobgoblin Wolf Cavalry roared out from the gap like a torrent, causing the dark monsters to scatter in disarray.
Meanwhile, Lady Strategy’s offensive swept toward Plunderer Karazgos like the ground cavalry, rendering the ancient Evil God helpless before the young Demigod, with his arms forcibly torn from his body..."
Having caught just a snippet, Gaven realized that the tale was indeed theirs, recounting the battle for Divine Enthronement of the Conqueror Army in the Goblin Margins.
The speaker had excellent eloquence, the story well-honed, with rhythms and inflections perfect.
At the most critical points, gestures would cause a flash of Magic Aura, projecting fleeting images around them.
These provided listeners with intense visual and auditory impacts, holding their breath in anticipation of the next phantom scene.
Gaven also recognized the origin of those phantoms, clearly selections from the first part of the Conqueror Trilogy, created by Regina.
He had to admit, the man’s approach was ingenious.
