Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 1234 - 678: Bear Hunt Grounds

Compared to him, the people she knew had somewhat rigid mindsets, focusing only on the benefits within their scope of understanding. While they squabbled over trifles, Gaven had already stepped out of the circle to feast on greater benefits, the kind they couldn’t compete for even if they knew where his interests lay, because he held advantages they didn’t possess, irreplaceable ones.

Take Tun Marsh for example; it lay like a tiger on the path, blocking the western gate of the Komeer Kingdom for centuries, preventing any advance in that direction.

Now, however, the entirety of Tun Marsh has become their fishpond, and the Blackscaled Lizardfolk their grateful fishermen, for Gaven’s governance, a blend of firmness and gentleness, was more than a hundred times more ingenious than that during the Lizard Queen’s rule, allowing him to extract benefits from them while significantly improving their quality of life.

This was just the beginning. With the mass procurement of Styrak Bush and the establishment of fish feed processing plants, they switched from purely fishing to a mix of fishing and farming. The number of fish caught would significantly increase further, boosting the loyalty of the Blackscaled Lizardfolk. Gaven’s rule there became even more unshakable.

The Komeer Kingdom directly became his greatest leverage point. He was conquering their kingdom with his unique business methods, and they, paradoxically, reveled in it, wishing only that the conquest could be more thorough because, in this process, the entire Komeer Kingdom was profiting, from top to bottom.

If Tainalasta saw Gaven’s true thoughts, she would certainly be shocked again.

She was only joking when she said he was well-suited to be the Chosen of the Goddess of Trade, never imagining that he wasn’t aiming to become her Chosen, but instead to replace her altogether.

"In fact, I’m considering what else we can gain from this massive invasion by the Tukan Nomads," Gaven’s thoughts were as active and unorthodox as ever, "There are few who can perceive this crisis as clearly as Your Majesty, especially in the Valley region. In such a large-scale war, food is indispensable. Regardless of whether or not we need to send troops to assist, the nations at the frontline of war will face shortages of food, combat supplies, and casting materials. Perhaps we could prepare a batch in advance and transport it to the front. Even if we do not profit from war, this could earn us a good reputation."

Actually, this was the opportunity for rise that Gaven had originally prepared for himself. Starting with the auction of Ghost Grape Wine, he had been amassing food in vast quantities in the Three Rivers Region. He welcomed any food, as long as the price was right.

Others thought that the food he hoarded was for the Gnolls in the Rocklands and the large influx of immigrants from Thacel, oblivious to the fact that he was preparing for the Tukan invasion, ready to make a hefty profit from it.

War was always the most profitable trade.

Many goods normally worth one Gold Coin could be sold for ten times as much at the frontline of war – and that would be a loss. Markups of dozens or even a hundred times were not unheard of.

But as his means of making money increased, Gaven’s needs changed. Compared to money, a good reputation became more important to him, which would form the foundation for becoming a god.

If he desired reputation alone, there was no need to go it alone. Tying his interests to the Komeer Kingdom would stir up a much greater situation.

"General truly turns everything into business," the Crown Princess was startled yet again by Gaven’s train of thought. A disaster that could potentially affect the entire Felen Continent has, in his eyes, unequivocally become a business opportunity.

Yet, undeniably, his proposal was without fault. Even if the Tukan Army was still on its way west, and even if true conflict broke out to the east, many who realize this threat would need time. After all, they were right in the heart of Felen, over two thousand kilometers from the continental borders, with the Sea of Fallen Stars in the middle. Many would probably think this issue didn’t concern them.

And this delay in news was their perfect chance to gather war materials. Whether for personal use or sale, it was a business with guaranteed profits.

After some consideration, Tainalasta shook her head: "This matter is too complicated; I cannot make any promises to you. You should discuss it with my father in the Royal Capital; I believe he will find it very interesting."

"Then when do we head to the Royal Capital?" Gaven knew that the matter was beyond the Crown Princess’s authority.

In fact, many things could not proceed until he had an official meeting with King Yasan because their relationship had not yet been fully established, and he was still very much an outsider.

"We have been delayed long enough on this journey, causing much trouble for General. We will set out for Susar tomorrow, heading to the Purple Dragon Palace. My father is eagerly looking forward to meeting General," the Crown Princess said, somewhat apologetically. If it weren’t for Gaven in the fight against the Secret Hunting Sect, she would have been badly injured, even if not dead. The trap they laid was too targeted; only they severely underestimated Gaven’s strength.

"I have a small personal favor to ask."

"Please speak, General."