Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 2071 - 956: Anna’s Transformation (Part 3)

Chapter 2071: Chapter 956: Anna’s Transformation (Part 3)

The entire noble and wealthy society of the Komeer Kingdom has begun to chase after this new pollution-free lighting fixture.

If one’s own banquet does not feature a stunning, colorful glass water lamp as a decoration, it will reflect a lack of taste and style.

When glass water lamps became the new tool for comparison among those noble businessmen, both their price and sales showed a trend of rapid increase. Some customized products had prices directly breaking the ten thousand gold mark.

This is no longer a mere lighting tool; it is being sold as an artwork, and the speed of money collection is quite astonishing.

And this money was then reinvested into variety research, farming expansion, and setting up branch plants.

Although Gaven’s purse hasn’t seen an increase, his enterprises, like bamboo shoots after rain, have spread along the Conqueror Path, rapidly enhancing his control.

Now that Valo himself has been caught, Gaven does not hesitate to dig, continuously persuading him to stay, providing him with good food and drink every day. Besides having others take him around to observe his territory, Gaven himself also takes on this task whenever he is free.

The only miscalculation in the entire matter was the personal wish of Miss Priestess Anna.

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"Why... why... do you want me to go to the Soaring Dragon... Dynasty? I... I... won’t go, there are still too many... things that need me here, I... I can’t leave."

After sending off the well-fed Valo Archmage, the Maiden Priestess’s bright eyes were brimming with tears.

In a moment of anxiety, her stuttering problem, which had been cured for a long time, resurfaced, even worse than before.

This intense reaction left Gaven somewhat at a loss, quietly signaling for Susie to leave first. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Once she left, Gaven gently comforted the Maiden Priestess, saying: "I apologize, this time I was wrong. I should have discussed it with you before making such a decision.

Sending you to Soaring Dragon is not because you haven’t done well; on the contrary, it’s because you’ve done very well, and I want you to have more opportunities for growth, to find your own path."

If Gaven hadn’t comforted her, the Maiden Priestess could have still pretended to be strong.

But with his comforting, she burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, "I... I... know my ability... is limited, I can’t keep up with you... But... but, I... I’m trying very hard to catch up, even if I’m... useless, there’s no need to send me... send me to Soaring Dragon.

At worst, I’ll go back... I’ll go back to Green Wilderness... I’ll go home... I miss home..."

Hearing her sobbing, Gaven suddenly realized that this matter was just a trigger.

Upon further reflection, it seemed only too normal.

Unlike himself, who had advantages, when he lured Anna away from her home, she was just an ordinary Maiden Priestess, with abilities having major side effects, leading to her extreme lack of confidence and stuttering.

His development pace was too fast, so fast that even the Gods were shocked and viewed him differently.

Yet, this ordinary girl managed to keep up with his development pace without being completely left behind.

This was partly due to talent but mostly because of her effort.

Most of the time, she had to learn while working.

Sometimes, she didn’t even have the chance to learn and had to face challenges head-on.

It’s likely she’s forgotten what it feels like to sleep until naturally awakened.

Gaven suddenly realized his selfishness, bringing the Maiden Priestess along due to his past life’s emotions, without providing her enough care, nor fulfilling his initial promises, instead burdening her with immense pressure that she shouldn’t have to bear at her age.

"If you want to go home, I’ll send you home..."

Before Gaven could finish, Anna cried harder, "Gaven... Gaven... doesn’t want me... really wants to send me back... send me home... Wah..."

Gaven suddenly realized that the more he said at this time, the more mistakes he’d make.

The best approach was to say nothing and do nothing.

To just be there quietly with her, let her vent her negative emotions, and then think of ways to comfort her.

As expected.

Anna was still the same Maiden Priestess, yet not completely.

The past year and a half of training had transformed her from a naive girl into a stable and experienced working woman, at least on the surface.

Because countless people placed their hopes on her, and her decisions or mistakes could affect countless lives.

Only in front of Gaven would she occasionally show a weak side of a girl.

Soon the crying turned to sobbing, which finally turned to sniffles.

At this moment, Gaven took out a damp towel and gently wiped her face, softly asking, "Feeling better now? A face full of snot and tears is not pretty."

"I... I’ll do it myself." The Maiden Priestess, too flustered to worry, hurriedly took the wet towel, her face, having lost its baby fat, turning bright red, and even her neck blushing.

She was obviously unaccustomed to this sudden intimacy.

Gaven, after observing her for a moment, finally smiled and said: "That’s my good Anna."

"Who’s your..." Anna felt her face was about to burst into flames, responding in a voice as faint as a mosquito’s.

"Letting you go home is just to let you visit, not to stay permanently.

You are my indispensable capable general.

If you don’t come back, I would definitely lead an army to Green Nest Town to snatch you back."

Gaven’s tone made it impossible for Anna to take it as a joke, but rather as a promise.

This directly made her mind go blank, not knowing how to respond. When she came back to her senses, she found herself standing on a small hill.

In front of her was a scene all too familiar.

A medium-sized village and town lay on the vast Green Wilderness.

In the sunset, countless farmers ended a day’s work, either pushing carts, carrying tools, or herding livestock back towards the village and town.

They all shared one thing in common: their pace was neither rushed nor slow.