Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 1285 - 695: Turning Stone Into Gold

"If the General had said so earlier, I believe General Bolin wouldn’t have reacted so strongly. This is nothing more than a normal commercial alliance—this is what puts food on our table nowadays."

Giharin laughed heartily, "Just with your exclusive wine alone, we wouldn’t have the means to refuse. Haha..."

A slight smile appeared on Bolin’s stern face, and he proactively apologized, "I misunderstood the General just now. Please forgive me."

"As long as we can reach a consensus, the rest is all trivial details," Gaven replied casually with a smile. "I’m merely here to establish preliminary cooperation intentions. As for the specific collaboration, it will be pushed forward by the Conqueror Guild and Miss Goser’s guild from our end."

The black-face, white-face routine—something they frequently perform when uncertain of the other party’s real intentions. What the other side plays is simply the same trick.

Once the major direction achieves consensus, the remaining matters become much easier to handle.

Gaven discussed a few intricacies further with Giharin. freewebnøvel.coɱ

For instance, Gaven had a silver production line in Anfield Village that had been restarted by the Gnolls. He needed the Iron Clan to dispatch technical personnel to assist in restarting operations.

For instance, the valuable rare metal materials accumulated in Gaven’s possession needed to be custom-made into equipment.

For instance, through collaboration with Ruitawen Market, Gaven had already begun mass production of Dwarf Steel Ingots and Dwarf Iron Ingots, laying the groundwork for establishing a major weapon manufactory. In this regard, the Conqueror Army had a tremendous demand.

The forthcoming cooperation would revolve around these few aspects.

Before dawn, Gaven departed the Dwarf estate with Miss Goser and headed directly to Nimiel Village.

At this moment, Nimiel Village was in an uproar.

"You’re telling me he’s the Conqueror? That commander who leads an army of a hundred thousand troops, sweeps across thousands of kilometers, and defeats countless monsters? Impossible—he’s so young; how could he manage all that?"

"What does age have to do with glorious accomplishments? Back when His Majesty took over the Kingdom, wasn’t he not even twenty years old? The Crown Princess, even now, is only twenty-eight, yet she’s been handling various state affairs for over a decade. We’re past fifty and still toiling in the dirt."

"I knew you all wouldn’t believe this. Back in Susar when I first heard of it, I couldn’t believe it either. I asked many people—every one of them said so. He entered the city accompanied by our beloved Crown Princess. So, I tracked down a Mage familiar with Father Haransen and had him transcribe a magical image of him. See for yourselves—isn’t it the exact same?"

"It really is identical. No wonder I felt a sense of familiarity when hearing the name Gaven. It seemed like I’d heard of him somewhere before. Turns out it’s Conqueror Gaven! Who would’ve thought such a prominent figure would come to our village."

"Isn’t that true? If not for Father Haransen’s exceptional wisdom, we nearly missed out on a tremendous fortune. For someone of such importance to visit our village personally shows that our glowing water channel holds immense potential value. Once developed, it would be worth far beyond a mere million Golden Lions. Father Haransen’s proposed second plan is the most profitable."

"Since our glowing water channel is so valuable, possessing such potential, why would we sell it? We could entirely opt for the third plan: produce glass water lamps ourselves and handle our own sales. Wouldn’t that mean all the money stays ours?"

"Your suggestion sounds smart but is actually foolish to an extreme. The same item, placed in different hands, yields vastly different value. In the hands of the Conqueror, our waterway is worth a million, yet in our hands, it’s worth nothing. Weren’t you the one clamoring the loudest to dismantle the channel earlier? Now that someone has offered a price, you immediately turn greedy. Such actions may cost us even the million in hand."

"If we lack the ability to develop it ourselves, we can reach out to other royalty or nobles for development, right? Surely, they’d be interested in the Conqueror’s million-price deal and might pay us even more."

"Haha... That’s the most naive and ridiculous suggestion I’ve ever heard. If you invite other royalty or nobles into the equation, we may not even get a million. The channel would simply transform into a noble-owned property. Then, let’s see who you cry to. The fact remains: the Conqueror hasn’t swindled us from the beginning, offering us the most generous option of all. It’s us, with our lack of vision, stumbling toward unwise collaboration methods. The smartest choice now is to follow his lead. He feasts, we sip the broth. I believe, even if we only drink a bit of leftover broth, it will be enough to fatten us well, because we’re not even remotely in the same league as him."

"People must learn contentment. I think taking a million Golden Lions is the most appropriate move. After all, everything depends on his goodwill. If he changes his mind, we’ll gain nothing."

"Taking a million Golden Lions isn’t free from goodwill either, is it? In my opinion, we should pursue the second plan—a slow, steady flow. The glowing water channel isn’t going anywhere; we know exactly how many glass water lamps it can produce. Once profits roll in, everyone will naturally have a share. That’s the safest approach."

"Let’s hear Father Haransen’s opinion instead. He is undoubtedly the wisest among us. The existence of the glowing water channel in our village is thanks to his merit. And recognizing the extraordinary nature of the opposite party was also his doing. I trust he can guide us to make the best decision."