Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 2066 - 955: Mage Valo

The other party does have the ability to support the entire phantom projection, but without a projection crystal stone, the cost would certainly be very high; projecting once would be equivalent to casting a sixth or seventh ring spell.

By switching to this traditional method of blending bards with the new projection, however, the cost can be greatly reduced; it just takes a bit more talking, and two mugs of dark beer can settle it.

As for the projection, there’s absolutely no need to spend money.

Those selected excerpts at most are just tricks; even magic apprentices can use them extensively, let alone a legendary mage, who can easily perform them.

This middle-aged man is none other than Valo, Gaven’s target for this trip.

This archmage is extremely narcissistic, using a printed image of himself as the cover of all his travel books, only in different poses.

Especially "Valo’s Travels in Komeer," which directly captures the scene of him being tossed out by two robust Purple Dragon Knights.

After Gaven entered the Black Crow Tavern, Valo visibly sensed something; even as the storytelling trick continued unabated, he gave Gaven a slight smile and nodded in greeting.

Then he gulped down the beer in his hand and briefly concluded the story: "The drink is finished, so today’s story ends here; we’ll continue next time we meet."

"Mr. Valo, how can you leave a story half-finished? John, Old John, quickly refill Mr. Valo’s drink, switch to white wine, on me."

"Next drink is on me, keep going, keep going!"

"I’ll cover the third drink."

Those listeners immediately started clamoring in dissatisfaction, each one willing to pay out of pocket to refill Valo’s cup.

Because the story reached a critical point, their appetites for it had long been whetted.

"Anticipation gives the story more flavor; today’s story is just three mugs, no more than three. If you wish to hear more, come at the same time tomorrow, and we will continue." The middle-aged man still smiled broadly, but his attitude was very firm, showing no sign of compromise.

Although there were some who grumbled or booed, most left with a sense of wanting more.

This Mr. Valo had been residing here not just for a day or two, and they had fully experienced his temperament.

Friendly and approachable in personality, but he would not be swayed by force or soft measures; those who tried to coerce only tested how hard his fists and staff were.

Once the crowd around him began to disperse, the middle-aged man hopped down from the bar counter, walked over to Gaven, and said: "You look unfamiliar, mind buying me a drink?"

The opening line of a companion lady, coming from this burly, full-bearded middle-aged man, immediately gave Gaven a greasy feeling.

If he hadn’t known his identity beforehand, Gaven might have turned and walked away immediately.

Gaven smiled and responded: "I can buy you a drink, but we need to change the venue; this place doesn’t match your status, sir."

He could be 100% sure that the moment he stepped into the Black Crow Inn, this archmage had recognized his identity.

"Identity is a burden; when you no longer care about it, the world is yours to come and go as you please." Valo threw out a half-philosophical, half-nonchalant remark.

If he hadn’t read the entire "Valo’s Travels" series, Gaven would surely think the other party was showing off.

Now he knew, this was just the other party’s genuine thought.

Because the other party truly could adapt to any circumstance; he could appreciate wines costing tens or hundreds of gold coins per glass while staying at the most luxurious inns.

He could also sleep soundly in the stables of a cheap inn, drinking the most watered-down beer.

It was all for the most authentic experience.

Otherwise, as a legendary mage, casting a Magic Cottage or the Magic Duncan Mansion Spell would be an easy task.

Let alone the Mansion Spell, even the lowest-level Magic Cottage would be more comfortable than most rural inns.

"The place I’m talking about isn’t ordinary; it has good wine, good tea, and good food you won’t find elsewhere."

Though it was their first meeting, Gaven felt as if he had known the man for a long time and clearly understood his weaknesses.

"What wine?"

"Ghost Grape Wine!"

"What tea?"

"Cloud Mist Tea!"

"What cuisine?"

"Dishes cooked by the Soaring Dragon Cook!"

"What are we waiting for? Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go..." Before the three questions were fully answered, Gaven was already being dragged out of the Black Crow Inn by Valo.

Leaving behind the Black Crow customers staring at each other, unable to resist whispering.

"Who is this guy? He talks of things that sound so impressive?"

"Never seen him before; could he have come specially for Mr. Valo?"

"Possibly; he probably wants to hear Mr. Valo’s story and has taken him straight home."

"Hey, taking him home won’t help; you all know Mr. Valo’s temper. Even in the face of temptation, he won’t easily yield."

"Not necessarily; it depends on how big the temptation is. Ghost Grape Wine, I feel like I’ve heard that name somewhere!"

"You truly are forgetful; Mr. Valo spoke about Ghost Grape Wine three days ago; it’s what Conqueror Gaven built his foundations on, a bottle worth hundreds of gold, rare and hard to find!"

"Don’t you guys think the name Gaven also sounds familiar?"

"Of course it’s familiar; didn’t our current lord also call himself Gaven?"

"Isn’t that quite the coincidence? Lord Gaven is also said to be from the Valley!"

"Not a coincidence; they are fundamentally the same person; Mr. Valo is telling the story of Lord Gaven in the Northern Lands."

"I see, which explains everything. So that person just now..."