Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God Chapter 1262: 687: New Business Strategies2

Chapter 1262: Chapter 687: New Business Strategies_2

“As for intelligence, I currently have no further requirents, but there is a business matter where I need your help, Lady. Before that, I need you to go sowhere for .”

“Where?”

“Nimiel Village.”

“Nimiel Village? That place ntioned in Valo’s Travels—the village where the river glows? What are we going there for?”

“Didn’t you just say the reason yourself, Lady?”

“Huh? I didn’t say anything at all!”

“You’ll understand shortly.”

“It’s already dark. Talking about business now? Can’t we wait till daylight?”

“Because the experience is more profound at night. As for the exact reason, you’ll understand once you arrive.”

Gaven wasn’t being deliberately mysterious; they had already arrived at Nimiel Village. For a small rural village, Gaven naturally didn’t need to asure distances step by step. First, he sent the Half-Moon Colt to locate their destination from above and then teleported directly.

If Susar City is the bustling tropolitan representative of the Koer Kingdom,

then Nimiel Village is the quintessential representative of an ordinary village. Though hardly remote, it isn’t situated on any major comrcial routes. The only pathway for land travel is a dirt road branching through the countryside. However, as a riverside settlent hugging the banks of the Koer Kingdom’s largest river, the Starwave River, it’s just 50 kiloters downstream to the Kingdom’s second-largest trade city, Masonber, and only 100 kiloters away from Susar City.

With over 500 residents, it’s a fairly sizeable village. It exudes the simplest pastoral charm, with houses, farmland, and livestock clustered together. The muddy paths and distinctly rural aroma—a blend of earthy greenery and the odor of human and animal waste—rush to overwhelm the senses. Regulations against public defecation might be enforced in major cities like Susar or Masonber, but elsewhere in the kingdom, such rural towns remain more or less untouched by modern practices.

Mother Gao Ser, who had only just adjusted to the cleanliness and orderliness of Susar, found herself montarily uncomfortable. But in the very next mont, she was rendered speechless by the breathtaking scene before her.

This seemingly remote village was not only ablaze with lights, but even the surrounding irrigation canals glowed with a brilliant white sheen, rippling and refracting hues reminiscent of a rainbow.

The level of night-ti illumination here was in no way inferior to Susar, the so-called City of No Night.

However, the thod of light generation in Nimiel was markedly different. Here, the lighting wasn’t achieved through Everbright Flas but rather through glimring transparent glass containers.

These glass containers ca in an assortnt of shapes—portly wine bottles, slender rum bottles, elegant decorative glassware, and even practical glass cups. Where such transparent containers were scarce, villagers improvised with wooden barrels or stone vessels, placing them throughout their courtyards. So even dug water pits in their yards, filling them with this enchanting glowing water.

Mother Gao Ser finally understood why Gaven had insisted on bringing her to Nimiel Village at night. Such a unique spectacle could never evoke the sa impact during the day. Unable to contain her wonder, she exclaid, “The river water here really glows, just as Valo’s Travels described. What’s going on? Could this be the sacred ground of Lady Suren, the Moon Goddess? Has the water here been blessed to emit moonlight? Are you planning to sell this river water as part of your business idea?”

“To understand why the water glows, I’ll take you to consult a professional,” Gaven replied, surveying the surroundings briefly before heading not toward Nimiel Village but toward a nearby hill. Standing atop the hill was a stone tower.

This tower was decorated, much like the village, with glowing glass containers. However, unlike the village’s haphazard assortnt, the tower featured an even greater range of container types, all clearly custom-designed and ticulously arranged. The result was a vista of unparalleled beauty, resembling a magical paradise.

It wasn’t quite accurate to call this a Mage Tower, as it lacked the magical functionalities that characterize such towers. It was built solely from ordinary stone materials, yet the symbols displayed on its exterior indicated that a mage resided within.

“Alright,” Mother Gao Ser said, her curiosity now thoroughly piqued. She followed Gaven with light and sprightly steps, eager to see what new surprise the young man had in store for her and what business plan he might be concocting this ti.

As they approached within ten ters of the tower, a phantom parrot suddenly materialized out of thin air, loudly proclaiming: “Guests have arrived! Co out and greet the guests! Guests have arrived! Co out and greet the guests!”

The phantom parrot epitomized the phrase “parroting” to an extre, tirelessly repeating its ssage over and over.

Faced with this unexpected scene, the two reacted in very different ways. Gaven imdiately activated his Combat Armor.

Mother Gao Ser, however, instinctively sprang back a good ten ters. After getting a clearer look at the phantom parrot, she smiled sheepishly and returned, saying, “Oh, it’s just a Magic Mouth Spell. It startled —I thought it was a magic trap!”

Her reaction had already showcased the proficiency expected of Transcendent Professionals. Though she claid to be retired as a thief, her skills clearly hadn’t dulled in the slightest.

The phantom parrot’s chanism, the Magic Mouth Spell, is one of the simplest illusion techniques. Classified as a one-ring spell, it allows simple phrases to be enchanted onto objects, activating automatically when specific conditions are t.