Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 172 - 136: Soul Touch_2

The young Red Copper Dragon remained engulfed in introspection, its stirring presence seemingly even greater.

Susie and Zack, one guarding by Gaven’s side and the other by Aivensa’s, were both fulfilling their duties with absolute loyalty.

Stelina led four Yaling Warriors on the second round of carpet-style searches of the Ancient Dragon Nest.

Atwood led the Pikespirit Druids, standing guard over several trapped, misshapen Pikespirits whose corruption had not yet been cleansed, at least not with the methods available now.

The current method of cleansing was destructive, all souls were being completely destroyed and reduced to their purest essence, and then absorbed by Gaven and the Consciousness Sea.

Compared to the situation outside, the time Gaven and the others had spent in the Consciousness Sea was not long, no more than an hour.

Lord Virginia took the initiative and said, "Lord Gaven, didn’t you mention earlier that you wanted to discuss cooperation? There is no need to choose another time, we can do it right here."

Gaven’s eyes flickered, revealing a cunning, fox-like smile, "I’d like to hear the Lord’s opinion on this matter first."

Now that the supply-demand relationship had shifted, Gaven held enough cards in his hand, he was in no hurry to discuss cooperation anymore.

Not to mention anything else, just the cleansing of corruption alone, he believed his role would be irreplaceable.

Lord Virginia was taken aback, then let out a wry laugh. Her laughter blossomed like flowers across her stunningly beautiful face, displaying astonishing beauty. Gaven’s mind wavered for a moment—if her beauty were in the material world, it would certainly be the cause of catastrophe, with many foolish rulers willing to wage wars for her.

Gaven decided to remain steadfast, undisturbed by her beauty, and responded with a smile.

"You really are a sly fox, giving me all those benefits for nothing," Lord Virginia couldn’t help but chide with a laugh.

Hearing this, Gaven felt somewhat guilty, but the next second, he spoke boldly, "I admit, Lord, you have indeed provided me with a lot of help, especially the combat armor, which has been a great benefit to me. However, now I am representing not just myself, but my tribe, my people. Certain matters simply must be fought for, and this, I believe, Lord, you must understand."

"Fine, I’ll go first then," Lord Virginia naturally was not one to haggle or, perhaps, the isolated Yaling, many of whom are just too straightforward.

The Yaling Lord organized her thoughts before saying, "You, being a Half-Elf, have ventured into the remote Rocklands to become the Leader of a Gnoll Tribe, which clearly indicates you have your own plans and plots. I have reason to suspect that your ultimate goal is the entire Rocklands—isn’t that right?"

Lord Virginia turned Gaven’s assumption against him, a flash of wisdom sparkling across her face; becoming a Lord of the Fairy Wilderness was naturally no ordinary feat.

Especially since her domain was closely connected to his own.

Gaven had reason to believe that after their first meeting, she had already sent people to thoroughly investigate him.

Just considering how generously she had acted, it was clear that her resources were vast. Gaven believed that magic items such as invisibility were likely not rare, especially for a Fae Race like the Pikespirit with innate stealth capabilities, making them natural spies and incredibly hard to guard against.

During his time in Eagle Cliff Burrow, Gaven had felt watched on several occasions, assuming it was the Young Red Copper Dragon at play—now it seems, it wasn’t so simple. Recently, things had been going too smoothly, and he had grown a bit careless.

In this interaction, Lord Virginia was significantly warmer and more generous than the first time. Initially, Gaven had attributed it to his extraordinary Charisma; now, it appeared that it wasn’t about that at all, but rather that she had recognized his value.

Originally, Gaven was prepared to remain silent on the matter, as this topic, once mishandled, could potentially lead to a complete breakdown of discussions.

Influenced by the ancient Crown Wars, Elves held deep abhorrence toward war, especially wars waged for conquest. Among them, the Yaling were particularly extreme. In their desire to withdraw from the Crown Wars, they had intentionally destroyed and closed most of the veils leading to Felen.

But then another thought occurred to him. Considering the profound expertise of Lord Virginia in prophecies and her remarks about being a Fate Reshaper, perhaps he could approach her from this angle. Even if he couldn’t bring her into his camp, he needed to turn her into an ally.

With her support behind the scenes, it would bring him closer to securing a foothold in the Rocklands.

With this in mind, Gaven immediately adopted a solemn, profound expression and said, "Lord, since you’ve asked about this matter, I cannot help but bring up the Fate Reshaper you mentioned last time.

Actually, I have something I didn’t tell you before. Ever since I was a child, I’ve been having the same dream repeatedly. In the dream, the earth cracks, the sky tears apart, and blue flames engulf both the heavens and the earth. Countless lives perish in this apocalyptic calamity, as insignificant as ants...

In the midst of it all, a voice guides me, leading me thousands of miles from Thacel to this desolate land, in search of a way to redeem all beings...

Perhaps, this is what you referred to as fate, or perhaps our meeting is also arranged by fate..."

His words were half-truths and half-lies.

Speaking of dreams and fate, he told his most genuine experiences.

Upon hearing this, the expression of Lord Virginia also turned very somber, for she had divined Gaven’s fortune several times before, with consistent results. He bore a heavy fate, the specifics of which were far beyond her abilities to ascertain. All she could see was endless blood and fire.

But someone like Lord Virginia wouldn’t believe Gaven based solely on his words. Instead, she extended her hand and said, "If you trust me, take my hand and recall your dream. I would like to experience it for myself." freewebnσvel.cѳm

This caught Gaven off guard.

To reach out or not to reach out was the dilemma he faced.

Lord Virginia slightly frowned and said, "Is it inconvenient?"

Clearly, Gaven’s hesitation had aroused her suspicion.

"No," Gaven decided, gritting his teeth and stomping his foot. Since his experiences were real, at worst, he would just recall his own personal experiences. He couldn’t believe that Lord Virginia would really have the power to breach the protection of the Tears of Sulun and see through his ancestry. If she did, he would accept it, signifying she was indeed a formidable ally.

From their interactions so far, Lord Virginia didn’t seem like a difficult person to get along with.

Gaven reached out and took her hand proactively.

As soon as their hands touched, they both involuntarily shivered as if shocked by electricity.

This was definitely not as simple as a handshake, but a true, soul-touching experience.

Gaven dared not entertain any stray thoughts. He collected all his random musings and focused on a single thing: the memory of the Arcane Catastrophe, that world-destroying vision.

The Arcane Catastrophe, also known as the Magic Plague.