Chapter 43 - Gos's Little Scheme
Chapter 43 of "Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God" begins revealing exciting developments: âAn Ogre, a powerful Ogre.Heâs as tall as that tree over there, with arms thicker... Donât stop now!
âAn Ogre, a powerful Ogre.Heâs as tall as that tree over there, with arms thicker than your thighs, and a voice that booms like thunder.
He says his name is HouâŚâ Gos tried hard to describe the Ogreâs imposing build.
âAn Ogre, or an Ogre Shaman?â Gaven seemed worried that Gos hadnât understood his question, so he added, âDoes he fight in close combat?
Or does he use spells?â
âClose combat,â Gos was quite certain, âHe uses an enormous club, thicker than my waist.
Iâve never seen him cast spells.â
âWhen does he usually come?â
âEvery ten days, usually during the last two or three days.
Itâs not fixed; sometimes itâs early, sometimes late.â
âOkay, I got it.
I appreciate your kindness.
For now, go manage your tribespeople and have them mine as much as possible.
It wonât be long before my friends bring more food and new tools.
I promise, the price for the ores mined by our Blackwell will be triple what you sold them for last time.â Gaven gestured with his hand, intending to end the conversation with Gos and continue preparing dinner.
âThatâs it?â Gosâs face was full of disbelief.
That was an Ogre, an incredibly powerful monster that could eat half a Gnoll in one bite.
âThatâs it,â Gaven smiled and nodded, âIâll deal with the other matters, and with that self-proclaimed Guardian later.â
Gavenâs reaction was completely unexpected, and Gos scratched the fine scales on his head, unsure how to continue the conversation.
âBy the way, whatâs the story with those two Gnolls who just arrived?â Gaven suddenly remembered the two Gnolls from earlier.
âThey are warriors from a nearby tribe.
They found that the food is better here and decided to join our tribe,â Gos answered listlessly.
Under normal circumstances, Gos would have been jumping for joy, as attracting members from other tribes to join is a sign of strength for a Gnoll Tribe.
But now, Gos couldnât feel happy at all, for this wasnât his achievement but that of this Human before him.
If this Human decided to leave, taking the extraordinary food with him, these newly joined Gnolls would rebel at the first opportunity, possibly even inciting the original members of the tribe.
âI see,â Gaven said, stroking his chin with his eyes nearly squinted into a line.
If Anna were here, she would undoubtedly whisper in shock that Mr.
Gaven was coming up with another sneaky plan, and someone was going to be unlucky again.
The inclusive nature of the Gnoll Tribe was very advantageous for his future plans.
The plan Gaven told Bede was but the first step in his grand scheme.
How could his vision possibly be limited to a mere vein of ore, a small Gnoll Tribe?
This was merely his first foothold.
As long as he secured his position here, expansion outward was inevitable.
Thatâs right.
Gaven planned to use these cannon fodder-like Gnolls to conquer the Rocklands.
Since waking up, Gaven had been strategizing all along.
His past life had proven that no matter how strong an individual is, there are limits.
Only by having oneâs own power can one leverage it effectively.
But to establish his own power among Humans, even with memories from a past life to aid him, it would be difficult to make headway without three to five years.
First, Humans have a strong tendency towards xenophobia.
This trait isnât unique to Humans; other Sage Races mostly share it.
Long-lived races like Elves and Dwarves are particularly strict.
Thereâs an adage among Elves: it takes one hundred years to get to know someone and another hundred to trust them.
Second, most powers have their own Rulers.
If he were to suddenly intrude and try to take over, it would inevitably lead to internal strife first, severely draining his energy.
After much thought, Gaven decided to break the norm and set his sights on the monster races.
Although the monster races have the same flaws, they are not as severe.
The most important thing is that some methods constrained by morals wouldnât cause any trouble for them.
Among the monster races that are easiest to handle, Goblins and Gnolls are the natural choices.
Gavenâs choice of the Gnolls over the Goblins was deliberate.
The main reason was that Goblins are much more widespread than Gnolls and more numerous, leading to more conflicts with the Humans and a worse reputation.
Many people hold blood feuds against the Goblins.
Having Vick along the journey made this feeling deeper; many experienced merchants were full of prejudice against Vickâs Goblin identity, not to mention ordinary people.
Gos originally wanted to use the Ogreâs name to scare Gaven and his group away.
In Gosâs eyes, Gaven posed a much greater threat to them, particularly to himself.
Because he could see through the demands of the Ogre bandit right awayâso long as his greedy desires were satisfied, he would not threaten the status of the Blackwell Tribe, nor his position of rule. á´ĘÉŞs á´Ęá´á´á´á´Ę ÉŞs á´á´á´ á´á´á´ ĘĘ É´oá´ el FÉŞre.ná´t
Gaven was different, though; thus far, everything about his conduct had exceeded Gosâs understanding.
The reaction of the other party this time also exceeded Gosâs expectations.
It was as if they did not care at all about the Ogre bandit he mentioned; those who were hunting continued hunting, and those who were cooking continued cooking.
Itâs not that there were no changes at all; at least that Human woman went out less frequently, and even when she did go out, she didnât go far.
What truly shocked Gos was that the Human man, in his free time, actually had the Goblin Sorcerer cast a spell to turn him into a Gnoll.
This discovery made the scales on Gosâs back stand on end.
How could he not have thought of this possibility?
Had the other party transformed into a Gnoll before and snuck into Blackwell to explore his secrets?
Or did they already know about the Ogre bandit coming to collect the tribute today?
Luckily, he told them about it today to scare them away.
If they had found out on their own, who knows how they would have dealt with him.
After the man turned into a Gnoll, he didnât sit idle.
He showed off various weapons in the clearing by the small river, and you know what, all his moves were unexpectedly smooth and graceful.
Gos, who was spying, was almost stunned, not to mention the little Gnolls who were barking and cheering beside him.
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âBurpâŚâ Hou let out a long, satisfied belch.
He was in a great mood today; both the Goblins and the Gnolls were very obedient.
They had not only prepared ample tributes, filling his bag to the brim but also prepared a lot of food, satisfying his hunger after two days and saving him from a wasted trip.
Which tribe is next?
Let me think.
Is it a Goblin Tribe?
Or was it a Gnoll Tribe?
Right, itâs a Gnoll Tribe, a poor one.
They didnât give the full tribute last time.
If they canât produce double this time, I must teach them a lesson.
Should I take one of their whelps for a tooth festival?
Or kill their chief and replace him with someone more capable?
âHmm⌠that smells delicious⌠the scent of wild bison⌠who hunted a big one?
It couldnât be the Gnoll Tribe that Iâm headed to, could it?
Could it be that they knew I was coming today⌠and prepared the tribute in advance?
Burp⌠Although Iâve already eaten quite a bit, if itâs bison⌠I could still eat half a leg⌠the rest I can take home, enough to last me for three or five daysâŚâ
Hou, with a giant wooden club in one hand and a big bag slung over the other shoulder, his belly protruding, wobbled over the ridge, and the sight before him immediately made him roar in anger, âYouâve got some nerve⌠daring to eat my⌠my bisonâŚâ