Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 1407 - 735 The Myriad Races’ Assembly of the Giant Plains_3

When All Gods close a door for someone, they might open a window for him.

The Demi-Human Thief indeed has fatal flaws, but on the other hand, he has his own strengths and advantages, depending on how to maximize strengths and minimize weaknesses.

"We originally planned to do this: after this mission is over, we’ll retire to the City of Faith and, relying on Besska’s craftsmanship, open a grocery store of our own. It’s been our dream since childhood, but it’s always been sidetracked by various reasons and accidents, and this time is no different," the Half-Elf Thief said with resignation all over his face.

Nine times out of ten, life doesn’t go as one wishes. Whenever they think they’ve turned a corner, there’s always a pit waiting for them, constantly pushing them onto the path of adventure.

"If your companion indeed proves capable in this regard, I think we have a new collaboration point. At that time, it’s not just about opening a grocery store; it’s about running various factories directly," Gaven, who seizes business opportunities, doesn’t miss a beat.

Although Felen has large-scale industry, most are in the enlightenment stage, with more of them being production workshops, primarily family-run.

In order to further boost trade prosperity, large-scale industrial production is essential.

"That is easy to handle. I’ll ask Besska to list all the equipment and items he can create or replicate and give the list to you, Sir. You can decide which interests you, and we can talk more about it then." The Half-Elf Thief naturally wouldn’t refuse this, as there is no risk, even if they are cheated. At most, they’ll lose some common items’ craftsmanship.

"Collaborating on factories is collaborating on factories, but my previous employment proposal still stands. However, I suggest excluding Mr. Besska from the adventure team, so he can concentrate on doing what he does best."

"Sorry, I can’t give you an accurate answer now, Sir. We still need to discuss this," the Half-Elf Thief remained apprehensive about the matter.

Firstly, the money seemed too easy to make.

Secondly, they have limited understanding of this big shot, only through hearsay. He feared accidentally falling into an unfathomable pit, unable to climb out.

These big shots, which of them doesn’t regard people like them as insignificant?

Once used, they’re discarded at will.

And this Conqueror, he’s bigger than any big shot he had ever met, and his reputation is more illustrious.

Under normal circumstances, they wouldn’t have the opportunity to reach such heights.

"You have plenty of time, once you figure it out, just come find me," Gaven no longer paid attention to the Half-Elf Thief’s little concerns, instead focusing his attention on the following grand conference of all races.

He entirely delegated the handling to Blood Claw, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t concerned at all, especially regarding the main members on the Giant Plains, as they would be their main competitors on the Giant Plains in the future.

Both sides actually knew that they would have a battle one day, but not yet.

Neither side was prepared, both were stalling for time.

"Blood Claw City Lord, don’t force us too hard. We’ve already given up the most fertile pastures, and now you want our tribe to pay tribute, each person a livestock annually, with one-tenth being large-sized animals. Even if it’s robbery, it wouldn’t be this quick. Do you still want our tribe to survive?"

"There is a way to manage ordinary livestock, but as for large-sized livestock, that’s impossible. Your Blood Gorge City has been plundering large-sized livestock across the plains during this time, draining resources accumulated over the past century. Where shall we find so many large-sized livestock?"

"The conditions are too harsh, and you have no intention of negotiating in good faith. Do you really think the entire Giant Plains belongs to you? Throughout the Giant Plains, all tribes united, regardless of race, number at least ten times yours. If pushed, we’ll drown you with sheer numbers."

"If you had that capability, you would have done it long ago, not waiting till now. The conditions we proposed are very sincere. If you force us to take it ourselves, I’m afraid it will not be just this quantity. Without you, I’m sure others would be more than willing to take care of the pastures for you."

"You wish to divide us, but now we are not divided by race; we are one.

Let’s fight if we must. Not a single head of livestock will you have.

We absolutely refuse to accept your extortion any longer."

"Since it’s a negotiation, both sides must show at least basic sincerity, we can’t be the only ones constantly backing down, while your Blood Gorge City makes no concessions at all."

The progression of the Giant Plains grand conference was not smooth.

Wherever there is oppression, there will be resistance.

This applies not only to sentient beings but to those creatures as well.

During recent times, the Hobgoblins led by Blood Claw had oppressed the Monster Tribes on the Giant Plains too harshly. They have already shown a tendency to unite, just like the Eight City Alliance on the Giant Dragon Coast. They are forming their own Tribal Alliance.

Leading them are a group of Orc Tribes; the participants are Orc Giants over four and a half meters tall. In these savage tribes, body size has a significant advantage, often claiming dominance.

Previously holding dominance on the Giant Plains was undoubtedly the Troll Kingdom. Their innate regeneration ability matched with numerous Regeneration Gems, along with the greater, stronger physique and wisdom provided by the Giant Plains, made their Troll army unstoppable on the Giant Plains, forcing all tribes to pay tribute to them, making them more powerful.

However, these Trolls possessed the same legendary laziness as all Trolls, rarely taking the initiative, ignoring many of the more remote tribes.