Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 1271 - 690: Awake in the Human World_2

The use of this spell thoroughly confirmed his identity as a Transcendent Caster.

"Foolish, Father Haransen, you are so foolish. How could you let him leave? Our glowing water channel finally had a buyer. If they regret it and don’t come tomorrow, what then? Our channel will be worth nothing!"

"Father, this time you’ve ruined us again."

"They’re already gone. Regret is useless. Let’s all calm down and listen to what Father Haransen has to say. Still, let me remind you, Father is a native of this village and would never harm us."

"If he can’t give a reasonable explanation, then this matter won’t end today."

Many villagers of Nimiel Village stamped their feet in anger, as if they had just let a mountain of gold slip through their fingers.

"You are completely blinded by money, not even considering the truth of this matter. What if they are con artists?" The old Mage Haransen asked sternly.

"Con artists? A Transcendent Caster con artist?"

"Who would use a million Golden Lions to pull off a scam? If such a great deal exists, even if it is a scam, I’d willingly take the risk."

"We are already this poor. Aside from this glowing water channel, we have absolutely nothing. So what is there to be afraid of? They can’t take the channel with them."

The villagers of Nimiel Village looked indifferent, adopting the attitude of those who’ve hit rock bottom and have nothing to lose. Only those with money can be scammed, and they didn’t even have the chance to be scammed. Poverty—it was that simple.

"Precisely because he is a Transcendent Mage, we need to be even more cautious. These powerful mages define wealth differently than we do. Sometimes what they desire far surpasses anything you can comprehend—and it’s something we cannot afford to give, such as souls. So, our most urgent task now is to verify their identity and understand who we are even making a deal with. We can’t unknowingly make a pact with a devil. Jason, take my flying broomstick and head to Susar City to investigate these two people as quickly as possible." The old Mage’s vast knowledge far outweighed his Professional Level. While his level was limited by talent, his knowledge had no bounds and was endlessly expansive.

"Father Haransen makes a good point. In this world, who else but devils would hand money out for free? Especially a sum as large as a million Golden Lions. They must be after something. We were indeed a bit blinded by greed just now."

"Father Haransen always considers things thoroughly. If they are truly here for our glowing water channel, they’ll definitely return tomorrow. But if they don’t, it proves they had some other ulterior motive."

"Susar City is so vast. How is Jason supposed to investigate two people all by himself?"

The mere mention of devils was like a cold bucket of water splashed over the overheated minds of the Nimiel villagers. What was at stake wasn’t trivial. If they weren’t careful, they could end up with wealth they couldn’t live long enough to enjoy. Extreme caution wasn’t just advisable—it was essential. Especially when contracts were involved.

"Someone who can casually offer a million Golden Lions definitely isn’t obscure, even in a place as big as Susar City. It should be easy to find information about them. If we can’t dig up even a shred of information, that means there’s something fishy about them. Even if they really can produce a million Lions, we still shouldn’t recklessly sign a contract." The old Mage’s reasoning was impeccable, leaving even those villagers who distrusted him nodding in agreement.

Seeing the villagers’ growing agreement, Haransen pressed on: "As for the two plans proposed by Lord Gaven, each has its pros and cons. Let me analyze them for you in detail:

Regarding risk and short-term gain, selling the water channel outright is undoubtedly the more straightforward option. As long as we confirm that they aren’t devils in disguise, we can take the money and leave—even abandon the village.

But afterward, whether the glass water lamp sells well or poorly has nothing to do with us anymore.

If the glass lamp doesn’t make money, so be it. But if it profits tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions, can you guarantee you won’t regret it later?

Don’t be quick to argue. Ask yourselves: can someone who can produce a million Golden Lions—a Transcendent Caster—be dumber than even you? Would they make a losing deal?

Of course not. They’ll only want to turn that million into even more millions.

If this Lord Gaven truly has an extraordinary background, it shows that our glowing water channel is immensely valuable, capable of creating far greater wealth than this one million—far greater.

We should seize this opportunity and join in. While they feast on meat, we can follow and sip the soup. Even what’s left over from their feast will likely exceed this one million.

One day, we could end up not having to work anymore, sitting at home counting money. That’s entirely within the realm of possibility. And in the process, all we’re giving up is a glowing water channel.

Stop thinking about that million—it’s just a number they mentioned. Until it’s in our hands, it’s not real money. What it represents is merely the glowing water channel."

The words of the old Mage Haransen were a masterclass in clarity.

Though he was eager to promote the glass water lamps to create more wealth for the villagers of Nimiel, he wasn’t blinded by Gaven’s extravagant offer. Instead, his heart was filled with deep concern.