293: Chapter 236 Cunning Business_1 293: Chapter 236 Cunning Business_1 “Certainly,” Mr.
Darnell nodded without hesitation.
Miss Regina hesitated slightly, “As for that matter, I can only try my best, since there are many places where I too need food supplies.”
“If there is not enough food, compensating with manpower is also acceptable.
In the near future, I will need a large number of laborers, whether they be humans, demi-humans, dwarves, half-elves, or elves; as long as they are good-natured and willing to create wealth with their own hands, Miss Regina, you may refer them to ,” Mr.
Gaven conceded, slightly adjusting his strategy.
In any case, he was looking to deeply tap into Regina’s influence and connections.
Upon hearing Mr.
Gaven’s new terms, Regina couldn’t help but smile, “That would be just what I need.
I happen to know of a refugee camp with residents all from Thacel.
If Mr.
Gaven is willing to take them in, I could make a special trip there when I have so spare ti.”
“A refugee camp from Thacel.” Mr.
Gaven involuntarily sat up straight, his expression serious, “There is such a place in Battle Valley.
If it’s possible, Miss Regina, please take with you when you have the ti.”
“May I ask why?” Regina inquired curiously.
“I have Thacel blood running through my veins,” Mr.
Gaven stated bluntly.
Although he had not chosen to stay and develop in Thacel, it didn’t an he had no feelings for it.
“I see,” Regina realized, “In that case, Mr.
Gaven, you should definitely visit there.
But this trip to Weizemay Manor was a last-minute change in my schedule, and I have already been delayed here for quite so ti.
How about this – we set a two ‘tenday’ period, and et in Good Fortune Village at the Good Fortune Tooth Mountain Range.
Then I’ll take you there, how does that sound?”
“That would be suitable,” Mr.
Gaven nodded, “Weizemay Manor has been neglected for so long and needs to be refurbished and resettled, especially with the intention of taking in a large number of refugees.
Two ‘tendays’ should be just right.”
“As for the Just Hamr, if Mr.
Gaven has ti, you should also stop by.
We have taken in quite a number of refugees from Thacel.
I believe they will find a better sense of belonging with you,” Mr.
Darnell added from the side.
“You are familiar with the situation here and know many people.
If possible, please help spread a ssage.
I am willing to accept all refugees from Thacel, regardless of their original family or city affiliations, as long as they are willing to set aside past hatreds.
We will create our new holand here,” Mr.
Gaven stated emphatically.
From Regina’s and Darnell’s reactions, it was clear that Battle Valley and the surrounding valleys were not only ho to refugees from Thacel but that their numbers were significant, creating a problem not too big nor too small for the local area.
Upon reflection, such a situation was quite normal.
Karinshan and Thacel were among the important human origins in Felen.
When the valleys were first cultivated 1,500 years ago, their kingdoms had been established for thousands of years.
Thacel, having a hereditary monarchy, thrived for four to five hundred years, multiplying its population several tis over, with a peak population approaching ten million.
In the past half-century, with the decline of royal authority and the rise of warlords, internal strife and external invasions have led to continuous warfare and a dramatic decline in population.
However, the population density was still incomparable to that of the valleys.
Nort Castle alone had nearly a thousand people, not to ntion big cities like Darama with close to a hundred thousand inhabitants.
Such densely populated cities in the valleys were unimaginable.
In the last half-century, the number of war refugees fleeing from Thacel was certainly not small.
Even if only a very minor portion had fled to the valleys, it would have been significant trouble for such a relatively loose governing region.
As outsiders struggling for survival, they would naturally band together.
The people of Thacel had beco infamous for their ferocity due to years of conflict among warlords, and militias were commonplace.
This also presented a perfect opportunity for Mr.
Gaven.
Once his banner was raised, and he could stand his ground, it would naturally attract refugees from Thacel.
Moreover, they had always been taught to be loyal and patriotic to monarchy, giving them a natural advantage in terms of obedience to lords.
Especially in the context of leaving their hos and hearths behind, they will rally tightly around each other.
“Good,” Regina and Darnell agreed readily, as this was simply going with the flow.
Gaven wasn’t wrong, the war refugees from Thacel were more than just a bit of trouble.
Many had a military background, including deserters and defeated soldiers fleeing from battle, and after years of service, they knew nothing other than sword fighting and lacked any other skills.
Such people often found it difficult to integrate into peaceful life and ultimately tended to take the path of violence and plunder.
In the Valley, the Thacel refugees were almost synonymous with bandits and robbers.
This led to local powers finding it even harder to accept them, pushing them to band together even more and then leading to more intense conflicts with the local residents.
It was a vicious cycle.
If a territory were willing to take them in and send them all there, it would be sothing many local residents would be happy to see.
As for whether they might grow too influential and thus affect the safety of the entire Valley, such a strategic perspective was not sothing ordinary people possessed.
“Then here’s to a pleasant cooperation,” Gaven lifted his glass of black wine.
“To a pleasant cooperation,” everyone raised their glasses in unison.
With shared interests, the relationship among the three parties beca more harmonious.
Gaven, speaking of advertising matters, entered into deeper discussions with Regina.
For instance, seamlessly incorporating the black wine advertisent into the Weizemay Manor poem that Regina had just created, using it to broaden its influence.
Such as holding large-scale tasting events in well-known hotels and taverns.
Like how to promote the unique effects of black wine, which even Mr.
Darnell of the Just Hamr praised.
Or how to create hype around the unique production of black wine, making people mistakenly believe that the wine was a result of the haunted Weizemay Manor and could not be produced in future.
However, he himself could not express any opinion on the matter, letting them misunderstand on their own, laying the groundwork for future mass production without being caught for false advertising.
They also made predictions about the sales direction of the black wine.
Gaven and Regina agreed that the wealthy in Sambia, especially the wine rchants, would be the optimal custors.
To further elevate the status of black wine, they believed it was essential to put a lot of effort into the packaging, making it distinguishable from ordinary wines and imdiately appear upscale.
Gaven had a wealth of knowledge to draw from.
Regina, on the other hand, possessed extraordinary creativity.
In this aspect, the two of them were a perfect match and enjoyed their discussion imnsely.
The people around them broke into a cold sweat, as it seed four words were slowly appearing above their heads—unscrupulous and cunning rchants.
Within just one night, according to their talk, the value of the black wine in that cellar would double—at least worth over five hundred thousand.
By that ti, each household could make a profit of a hundred thousand.
This was still a conservative estimate; the actual situation would depend on the subsequent promotional effect.
…
The unknown Dark Domain.
The unknown Dwarves city.
In a temple more crypt-like than divine, an altar held a statue of a Dwarves female deity, wrapped in a black cloak, her expression ferocious and twisted, standing a Dwarves Elf’s female hand with several silver rings on the fingers.
This was the temple of the Goddess of Revenge, the Lady of the Dead, the Revenge Wraith Chiaranlisha.
It was midnight.
In front of the statue, countless figures knelt densely, engrossed in devout prayer.
A flash of divine light suddenly burst forth from the statue.
Crack.
In front of the statue, a crystal-clear skeleton head shattered abruptly.
The leading Dwarves Elf stood up sharply, turned, and swept a gaze over the other Dwarves Elves kneeling deeper on the ground, and angrily commanded, “Soone has blasphed our great Lady.
What should we do?”
“Revenge.”
“Soone has disrupted the Lady’s sacred plan.
What should we do?”
“Revenge.”
“The surface, the valley, Battle Valley, Weizemay Manor, find this Blaspher and carry out the most sacred revenge, as commanded by the Goddess and our duty.
Reclaim everything the Goddess requires.”
“Your command shall be obeyed.”
All figures rose to their feet, revealing their dark gray faces, all Dwarves Elves without exception.
They were not followers of Rose but believers in Chiaranlisha, committed to revenge.
On their faces, there was no trace of fear, only intense excitent.
As followers of the Goddess of Undead Vengeance, revenge was their favorite task, the aning and essence of their existence.
Especially a divine revenge on behalf of the Goddess of Undead Vengeance.
It was a matter of supre glory.
Darkness once again enveloped the crypt-like temple, but what filled it this ti was not re darkness but the Shadow Plane.
These followers of revenge knew it was their Goddess providing assistance, guiding them toward the path of revenge.
Without hesitation, they surged into the darkness, embarking on the road of vengeance for their Goddess.
…
The next day, early morning.
Mr.
Darnell and Miss Regina parted ways with Gaven.
The two groups did not set off together again but instead used their own powers to make their own ways separately.
Miss Regina pulled out a fist-sized gryphon statue which transford into a gryphon mount she flew away on.
Mr.
Darnell, along with two students, directly tore a Shadow Walk Spell scroll and entered the Shadow Plane, using it to travel rapidly.
To ordinary people, the perilous Shadow Plane was nothing but a shortcut for these three powerful Paladins.
Their previous journey to Weizemay Manor via the rchant path was rely to accommodate these temporary companions, with their true strength not fully revealed.
Speaking of which, Mr.
Gaven also had a host of trump cards he had not displayed before them.
For a temporarily ford adventuring party, it was quite normal for each mber to hold so tactics back.
Even after sending them off, Gaven did not dare to bring Thornspike and the Dog Demons into the Weizemay Manor imdiately.
Who knew if Mr.
Darnell had other powers that could perceive the situation here, or if he hadn’t traveled far and might pop out of the Shadow Plane again—it would be awkward.
Gaven instructed Estelle and Amanda to maintain a physical state as much as possible even within the manor, to avoid transforming into spiritual bodies unless absolutely necessary, to avoid unnecessary trouble.
After ushering out these outsiders, the first thing Gaven did was not to tour Weizemay Manor but to notify Lord Virginia to send reinforcents.
As usual, Gaven activated a Teleportation Spell to return to Dragon Oak Dragon Nest.
With a Teleportation Spell, you have this advantage: you can be thousands of miles from ho, yet it feels as if you never left, returning whenever you wish.
Since there was no rush this ti, Gaven did not imdiately drag Lord Virginia to teleport to Weizemay Manor but instead inspected his territory, dealing with so backlogged official duties.
Basically, there weren’t many official duties to handle.
Gaven had made a solid foundation from the start; all the towns had their own responsibilities and developnt focus.
Pitfall Town was quietly digging, laying traps, mining Spirit Crystals, and not concerning themselves with other matters.
Their only connection with Dragon Oak Territory and the outside world was food supply from the Blackwell Tribe.
To increase the secrecy of the town, they maximized the quantity of food supply and reduced the frequency, conducting all operations secretly at night.
It wasn’t just outsiders who were unaware of Pitfall Town’s existence; most of the gnolls of Dragon Oak Territory were too.
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