Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 1267 - 689: Poverty is the Root of Strife

"That’s great, Father Haransen is alright."

"You scared us to death earlier. Why didn’t you respond? We thought something had happened to you!"

"False alarm, false alarm. Thank you to all the villagers who extended a Hand of Aid."

"No need to be so formal. Isn’t helping one another what neighbors should do? We believe that if we were in trouble, you’d do the same for us."

"Grandpa, who are those two outsiders? Why have they come to our village?"

Seeing Haransen appear at the tower gate, the villagers of Nimiel Village couldn’t help but collectively let out a sigh of relief. After all, the old Mage was the strongest in their village. If even he couldn’t handle the enemy, then what hope did a group of farmers have? They’d merely be fodder. However, as an unspoken obligation of villagers to look out for one another, they couldn’t just sit this out. It was their way of survival. If they didn’t reach out a Hand of Aid to help others in danger, how could they expect others to help them when they faced threats?

"Such a beautiful woman!"

"Is she a noblewoman from Susar?"

"Wow, how could there possibly be such a gorgeous woman in this world?"

"What stunning clothes, what exquisite jewelry, what noble presence."

"So handsome, so tough, such a refined young man. Is he a noble from Susar?"

When the villagers of Nimiel Village saw the man and woman who followed Haransen out, their eyes collectively froze onto Miss Goser, captivated. All attention was drawn to her.

Although those escort ladies respectfully called her Mother Gao Ser, she wasn’t actually that old. She was in the prime of her life, radiating the charm of a mature woman. Her previous profession made her extremely attentive to self-care and skilled at grooming and dressing up. She had been directly brought over from Susar by Gaven and was still dressed in the most fashionable body-hugging evening attire of Susar. The intricate tassels and translucent fabric highlighted the garment’s elegance, while its tight design perfectly showcased the beauty of feminine curves. Her black leather and red-soled high heels added an aura of nobility, completely out of place in the rustic scenery of Nimiel Village.

Miss Goser’s Charisma was such that even the nobles of the City of Brilliance and Susar City found it hard to resist, let alone these villagers from the countryside.

But the focus of attention differed between men and women. The men were drawn to her unparalleled beauty, while the women’s attention was more caught by her clothing and jewelry. Before long, their gaze shifted to Gaven beside her. Ever since his Charisma reached the level of Transcendent, Gaven had become a focal point for women wherever he went. After all, he possessed the Special Ability known as Lady’s Companion!

That said, this ability was merely supplementary. What truly mattered was Gaven’s personal growth.

Appearance stems from the heart.

A person’s looks are not static but change subtly with inner development. The confidence filling Gaven now was something ordinary people simply couldn’t match.

All in all, the two were clearly from completely different worlds compared to the villagers. Such distinctions didn’t require deliberate separation – their attire and presence alone made the disparity undeniable.

Haransen lightly coughed and said, "These two are noble lords from Susar. Hmm... I haven’t yet asked how to address you both?"

"You can just call me Gaven, and this here is Miss Goser."

"Lord Gaven and Lady Goser have heard about the glowing water in our village canal. They wish to collaborate with us to sell Glowing Water Bottles, in hopes of bringing prosperity to our village and its people," Haransen directly explained their intentions to the villagers of Nimiel Village.

"Ha... I knew it would be something like this. Father, is this one of your tricks again? Did you hire a couple of actors from somewhere to impersonate noble barons from Susar, just to get us to agree to your outrageous proposal? Who would spend big money on something like this? This stuff is practically useless – once night falls, everyone goes to sleep anyway. We only use it because it’s free."

"I knew from the start there was something fishy about this. How could noble barons from Susar possibly come to our village in the middle of the night? If these were people Father hired to act, that explanation would make much more sense."

"Father, this is really over the line. You’ve betrayed our trust in you."

"Father Haransen, it’s not that we’re deliberately opposing you, but we simply can’t afford more disasters. Remember when you suggested that we introduce Boom Boom Arowana Shrimp? It ended up attracting electric eels, and within six months, five people had lost their lives to their electric shocks. The Styrak Bush may have power to counter them, but no one can ensure that every single electric eel has eaten the bush and had its electrical abilities neutralized. Over time, nobody in our village dared to touch the water or even farm anymore."

"I still stand by my earlier proposal: destroy all the canals, kill all the electric eels, and switch to cultivating crops suitable for dry land. Perhaps we could plant grapes on a large scale and try winemaking – that’s a promising idea. I’ve heard that in the Valley, there’s a Weizemay Manor producing Ghost Grape Wine that sells for hundreds of Gold Coins per bottle. We don’t need hundreds; if we could sell bottles for just ten Gold Coins each, we’d already make a profit."

"That’s an even dumber suggestion. We don’t have the technology for large-scale winemaking, and it would take years for a vineyard to fully mature. What would we eat or drink during that time? We’d starve long before we see a single grape ready for winemaking. Personally, I think Father’s proposal is more feasible. Though his ideas always have some hiccups, we all know Father Haransen is acting purely out of goodwill, entirely for the sake of the village and its people, with not a trace of selfishness. Look at how he’s covered all his research costs himself, to the point that his own children have broken ties and separated from him. Shouldn’t we give him another chance? Who knows, maybe this time he’ll succeed and truly lead our village to prosperity?"