626: Chapter 477: Hydroelectric Spinning Mill Completed_1 626: Chapter 477: Hydroelectric Spinning Mill Completed_1 This magical restoration scene left the villagers of Anfield Village staring in awe.
Not only were the children rooted to the spot, but even the adults forgot their work and watched for a long ti from across Longroad.
The demi-human companion who completed the task was welcod with the highest honors by her peers at the Joy Hall, who chirped around her, inquiring about the entire process.
Loren naturally didn’t ntion her embarrassing mishaps but instead exaggerated the description of the brief magical journey.
The envious and reverent gazes of her companions greatly satisfied her vanity.
The tedium of the journey seed insignificant, and she was filled with anticipation for tomorrow’s transportation work.
If it had only been this one event, it wouldn’t have caused much of a stir among the companions at the Joy Hall, at most it would have been considered a rather unique employnt opportunity.
However, when combined with Mother Gao Ser’s earlier scolding, the entire nature of the incident changed, compelling a reevaluation of this young man, Gaven.
It was the first ti they saw soone employing a companion not for pleasure, but for a different task instead, which sounded rather appealing—even if the essence of a traveling companion is still pleasure seeking.
Could this be the alternative path that Mother Gao Ser had spoken of?
If Mr.
Gaven could indeed offer them a stable job, would they choose that kind of life and give up their current one?
This question caused many of Mother Gao Ser’s companions at the Joy Hall to suffer from insomnia.
Gaven’s unique approach, along with the vast resources and strength he could mobilize, made him the center of attention wherever he went, with people naturally revolving around him.
The impact he made in Anfield Village this ti was particularly large, given that it was just a small place, where every action was under scrutiny.
It was just as well; when everyone focused their attention on the superficial aspects, no one noticed what Gaven truly intended to do.
As night fell, Gaven sent all the construction workers to rest, leaving only himself at the inn.
Undoubtedly, he was waiting for the arrival of the Weeping Witch, Philancy.
But until the next day’s sunrise, the Weeping Witch did not appear again.
Whether she was unwilling to show herself before Gaven again, or whether last night’s exchange had drained too much of her strength so that she couldn’t even make a sound, was uncertain.
Gaven believed the latter was more likely.
Avoidance would not solve any problems; communication was necessary, whether it was angry or amicable.
After waiting for three nights without a response, Gaven decided not to wait foolishly any longer.
He didn’t have the ti to waste here; he organized the increasingly nurous construction crews to work at full capacity, clearing all the collapsed areas to find the entrance to the underground storage before anything else.
In such constructions, a large basent was inevitable.
It served as a storeroom, an ergency shelter, and a treasure vault.
The villagers speculated that the previous tavern’s treasure was there.
However, that area often beca the focus of battle, with surrounding staircases and walls all blown to pieces by explosive spells, making the cleanup and restoration work extrely difficult.
After all, they weren’t simply flipping over all the bricks; instead, they needed to compare bit by bit, locating the original positions to restore them as best they could.
Gaven no longer personally supervised this ticulous task but returned to snoel and proceeded to Darama—the hydroelectric spinning mill that was a joint venture had started production, and as the instigator, he was invited to visit and inspect the place.
Entering Darama, one could clearly feel the atmosphere had changed from before the war for the Divine Root.
The primary motif of the entire city had turned a grand red, and the Red Knight symbols belonging to Lady Strategy were everywhere.
A large temple had already broken ground, and without asking, one knew it would be dedicated exclusively to the Goddess of Strategy.
The citizens, in all their conversations, most frequently ntioned Lady Strategy.
The Goddess of Strategy had beco the main deity worshipped in Darama, and Zalanda being chosen by the goddess was already an open secret.
This situation had its pros and cons.
The advantage was that Zalanda’s prestige in Darama had reached an unprecedented height, as she was now governing the place on behalf of a deity.
Many devotees of Lady Strategy naturally gravitated toward her from all aspects.
It didn’t necessarily an coming to Darama in person; they were also exerting influence in other territories.
The economic embargo that Thacel’s warlord nobles imposed on Darama could no longer be as watertight as it had been at the start and began to slowly relax.
The disadvantage was that the warlord nobles’ guard against her had intensified and it was no longer just an economic blockade; they were unconsciously shifting their troops toward Darama.
When necessary, they wouldn’t hesitate to break treaties to eliminate Darama—as for the Goddess of Strategy’s wrath, there wasn’t just one True God in these lands.
Especially since Zalanda being the chosen of the goddess was already breaking the treaties in another way; they couldn’t just passively take hits without retaliating.
Now in Darama, Gaven was also considered a celebrity; his face alone granted him unobstructed access, and he was taken directly to et Zalanda.
“How is the Arcane Adept matter going?” Zalanda imdiately asked about Gaven’s advancent upon eting him.
“There is already a lead, the rest is just a matter of ti,” Gaven replied briefly, “How is the immigration work on your end coming along?”
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