Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 58 - 55 Who is the Master

58: Chapter 55 Who is the Master?

Who is the Servant?

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58: Chapter 55 Who is the Master?

Who is the Servant?

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Chapter 55: Who is the Master?

Who is the Servant?

It’ll be her.

The moment Gaven made his decision, the Spirit Crystal Sphere began to move violently, stretching, shaping, and then solidifying.

The perfect proportions of her figure, slender yet muscular contours, even the female features were comprehensive, including dazzling long golden hair, which was braided and pinned up, especially the tuft of stubborn hair on the top of her head—all were lifelike, vividly see-through.

On the crystal-clear body, one could even discern the textures of the skin; overall, she was a little over seventeen centimeters tall.

This was not a Spirit Crystal version of a figurine; it was more like a human shrunk down to one-tenth size, only the skin still had the unique luster of crystal.

If one looked closely, the face of the Spirit Crystal Servant bore three or four parts resembling Zalanda’s spirit.

Gaven, feeling a bit embarrassed, closed his eyes and attempted to reshape the Spirit Crystal Servant, but like an etching in his mind, after trying seven or eight times not only did he fail to change it, he inadvertently made the resemblance even higher, scaring him enough to abort and revert to the original form hastily.

Gaven felt a bit hopeless about himself.

The final step—soul infusion.

Gaven felt something being drawn out from his consciousness, but he couldn’t quite tell what it was.

The Spirit Crystal Servant, floating in mid-air, suddenly opened her eyes and slowly drifted down to the table.

With emerald green eyes gazing at Gaven, she spoke, “I’ve seen my master.

Please bestow upon me a name, master.”

Her voice was neither dull nor as spirited as Gaven had expected, which left him slightly disappointed.

He didn’t put much thought into another name and simply said, “From now on, you’ll be called Artolia.”

“Thank you for granting me a name, master.” As she was named, the Spirit Crystal Servant seemed to be activated and her demeanor became somewhat more lively.

Since her liveliness was not to the extent Gaven had imagined, he decided to focus on her practical abilities instead.

Spirit Crystal Servant: Artolia

Tiny Construct

Life Dice: 10 (Half of the master’s)

Characteristics: Construct traits, hardness 8

Attributes: Strength 1, Dexterity 15, Constitution -, Intelligence 9, Perception 13, Charisma 15

Skills: Climbing +14, Listening +6, Stealth +6, Search +2, Scouting +6

Construct Traits: The Spirit Crystal Servant is immune to toxins, sleep, paralysis, stunning, disease, death effects, necromancer system effects, Mind-affecting effects (charm, coercion, phantasmal shadow, mental illusion, as well as morale effects) and any effect requiring a Fortitude Saving Throw (unless the effect is equally valid on objects, or the effect is harmless).

It is unaffected by critical hits, nonlethal damage, attribute damage, attribute drain, fatigue, exhaustion, or energy drain.

It cannot heal damage, but it can be repaired.

The Spirit Crystal Servant does not have the typical construct trait of Dark Vision and Low Light Vision.

Spirit Crystal Servant Special Abilities: Alert, Mastery of Reflex Evasion, Sharing Special Ability, Psychic Link, Super Vision, and the Special Abilities of the Spirit Crystal Servant’s personality.

Realizing her actual abilities, Gaven inhaled sharply.

This magical pet with the abilities of a Psychic Sorcerer was even mightier than a common one.

The construct traits allowed it to ignore many situations and threats.

In the later stages, these traits and the shared special ability could be used for many clever maneuvers.

The alert ability was easy to understand—it meant having a 24-hour, non-sleeping alarm guard to help him stay vigilant at all times.

The mind-link and remote viewing turned the Spirit Crystal Servant into a sort of psychic-controlled scout, capable of long-distance surveillance.

“Master, it’s time,” Artolia reminded from the side. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

“The soldiers should be getting up for training now.”

Gaven glanced at the sky outside; it was indeed time to assemble for training, so he extended his hand to her.

Understanding his intent, Artolia, following Gaven’s arm, ran up to his shoulder and sat down, demonstrating superior balance.

Although Artolia wasn’t as lively as Gaven had anticipated, she also embodied the background and personality of an anime character and shouldn’t be seen as merely an inanimate object.

Especially when Gaven issued commands to her, she would integrate the personality infused by Gaven, becoming more extreme and one-sided.

For instance, during training, her demands were far more stringent than Gaven’s, and she paid attention to many more details.

Gaven previously didn’t have the energy to manage these details.

Other aspects were not yet clear, but Artolia knew a lot when it came to military training.

With a thought, Gaven tried to use the mind-link to transfer the Seven Strategies Scripts to Artolia.

Unexpectedly, she accepted it all, and the methods of troop training she subsequently proposed were clearly of a higher standard and carried the essence of the military texts.

Gaven was thrilled; he had just been worried about not having the energy to train the troops.

From now on, she could take over this responsibility.

As there was a significant mind-link between the two, she could be used as a remote voice conduit for the army.

To Cangya, the chief Gnoll warrior, Gaven didn’t explain much about Artolia’s situation, only telling him that she was a new tool for transmitting commands and that he should simply follow and execute the training tasks she issued.

Under Artolia’s leadership, the militarization training of the Blackwell Tribe entered a more formal phase.

Everyday, punctually, the area around the Blackwell Tribe resounded with uniform chants, sounding very much like the Gnoll version of “one two three four.”

Artolia’s military training methods were a hodgepodge, reading ancient military tactics but practicing modern training methods.

Gaven wasn’t too particular about these things—as long as they were effective, that was enough.

“Master, master, master,” Gos rushed to Gaven, flustered, “Master, those Goblins from the Spirit Crystal Mine are here again, they want to trade for food.”

“How much?” Gaven didn’t feel the slightest surprise; it was an inevitable occurrence he had anticipated.

“Three carts,” Gos gestured.

“Three carts?” Gaven was startled momentarily, then the corners of his mouth curled into a cold smile, “They’re not afraid of overeating all at once, eh?

Well, that’s fine, our soldiers just need to see some blood.

Go, trade with them at the same price we set before.”

“Really trade with them?” Gos hesitated.

“Are you afraid that after trading away so much food, we won’t have enough to eat?” Gaven saw right through Gos’s concern.

Gos nodded repeatedly; he had now become the logistics director of the Blackwell Tribe, and food accounting and supervision were his main responsibilities.

He had never in his life seen so much food.

With the population growing, and likely to increase, the daily consumption of food sent shivers down his spine; the food piles were diminishing at a visibly fast rate, and he found it hard to accept selling three carts in one go.

“Rest easy, all things going well, the next batch of food should arrive in ten days, and our food supplies will continue to increase,” Gaven assured Gos.

Those shady merchants had finally found a place where they could sell spoiled food at a good price, and they would definitely keep shipping it there.

Both the valley and Komeer were known as major granaries, especially the valley, with most of its communities being agricultural.

Many communities benefited from the assistance of Druids and favorable climates, resulting in impressive food production.

Previously lacking an outlet to absorb their produce, the food prices were relatively cheap compared to other regions in Felen.

“If the master says so, it definitely won’t be wrong.

It was shortsighted of me.

I’ll take care of it right now,” Gos said, his trust in Gaven was unconditional; he believed whatever Gaven said.

No sooner had Gos left than Gaven, using psychic control, issued a military muster order: “Artolia, have Cangya gather all the troops, ready to be commanded by me at any moment.”