Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God Chapter 1263: 687 New Business Model3

Chapter 1263: Chapter 687 New Business Model_3

Usually, it is used as a passive alarm, functioning as a doorbell, but Mother Gao Ser was witnessing it for the first ti.

“Who are you looking for?” The peephole on the wooden door of the stone tower slid open, revealing a pair of cautious eyes staring at Gaven and Mother Gao Ser.

“Is this Mage Haransen’s residence?” Gaven was unsurprised by the vigilance of the other party. After all, no one would readily open their door to strangers in the dead of night. To demonstrate goodwill, he imdiately deactivated the combat armor he had just activated.

“Who are you? I don’t know you. What do you want with ?” Mage Haransen showed no intention of opening the door, and his cautious deanor deepened.

“We are friends of Mage Valo. From him, we’ve learned about you and the matters regarding Nimiel Village. Deeply intrigued by these accounts, we’ve co to visit. We hail from Susar, carrying identification and passes issued by a War Mage.” Gaven extended his hand, letting a tallic plaque float through the enchantnt to the stone tower’s peephole.

“Please wait a mont.” The clatter of hurried footsteps could be heard from inside the tower as soone approached the door.

Whether it was the ntion of Valo or the certification issued by the War Mage, the item seed to work as intended. In Koer, such a pass indeed carried weight, as most Koer People recognized it. Although counterfeit copies were conceptually possible, the risks were astronomical—getting caught by a War Mage would certainly result in dogged, relentless investigation. Anyone targeted by the mage collective would find themselves in an unenviable situation; few have managed to escape their pursuit. And if soone possessed the capability to evade capture, they likely wouldn’t resort to forgery in the first place.

Gaven’s certification, of course, was genuine, personally issued by Feng Geda Hast, the Court Archmage and supre head of the War Mages.

Yet, for a rural mage, the Court Archmage was an unreachable existence. If Gaven had ntioned Feng Geda Hast’s na earlier, it might have had the opposite effect.

As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together.

Soon, the stone tower door creaked open, and an elderly mage hurriedly erged, respectfully handing back the tallic plaque to Gaven. “I didn’t expect a visit from a distinguished War Mage. My apologies for my earlier rudeness. Please, both of you, co inside.”

The pass evidently carried great significance—beyond re identification, it symbolized the authority and unique stature of a War Mage. While an ordinary individual might fail to appreciate its aning, a Koer Mage would recognize it at a glance.

“It is us who were discourteous, arriving at night without prior notice. Truth be told, one could hardly witness the peculiarities of Nimiel Village during the dayti.” Smiling, Gaven retrieved the pass while discreetly scrutinizing the elderly mage.

He resembled a farr far more than a mage.

Had this encounter taken place elsewhere, Gaven might not have imdiately associated him with being a mage or even a professional of any kind.

With his deeply tanned and wrinkled features, greying hair, slightly hunched posture, and farr’s vest worn for fieldwork instead of a mage’s robe, such assumptions proved difficult.

Not everyone is destined to ascend to the pinnacle of professionalism or to strive for legendary heights.

Many spend their entire lives circling endlessly only to fall short of Transcendent status. The reasons are as varied as the individuals themselves—limited innate talent, unforeseen setbacks, or abandoning the path altogether (often after experiencing death or witnessing the deaths of companions).

Compared to lee classes, Spellcasters are more likely to falter along the way, as their casting abilities heavily depend on their primary attributes. Many find their professional level constrained once their attributes no longer suffice.

Though thods for attribute enhancent do exist, not everyone can discover or possess the ans to obtain them. Just because Gaven has accumulated outstanding attributes doesn’t an it ca easily. A closer look reveals that each advancent required trendous effort—not sothing achievable by the average person.

So seek breakthroughs by pledging allegiance to other professionals; others spend their lives in stagnation, unable to progress further.

The rural mage before them, nad Haransen, was likely one of those cases.

The two followed the elderly mage into the stone tower. The number and complexity of glass containers increased dramatically within, but the most striking feature was the enormous glowing glass aquarium occupying nearly one-third of the hall. In addition to holding fluorescent water, the tank housed dozens of plump electric eels swimming leisurely.

“I wonder what brings distinguished guests to Nimiel Village at such an hour?” The elderly mage nervously rubbed his hands. Although the visitors didn’t appear very old, the magical aura radiating from them was far beyond his comparison—especially the war armor that could be donned and removed within monts. The equipnt clearly wasn’t ordinary magic gear; even selling all he owned wouldn’t afford a single helt from that armor set.

This was precisely why Haransen had hastened to open the door; he understood they had the capability to barge in effortlessly.

“We’ve co to investigate the glowing waterway phenonon in your area. Mage Valo rely ntioned it briefly, providing very little detail. Can you elaborate on why this unusual occurrence exists?”

Standing in Nimiel Village, Gaven continued leveraging the fragnted information provided in Valo’s Travels. These tidbits hinted at comrcial opportunities and advancents from another era. Concerned that subordinates might mishandle matters, he decided to investigate personally.

“It’s a long story.”

“Please, start from the beginning, sir. We have the patience to listen.”