Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 143 - 112: First Encounter with Yaling Lord_2

In my view, many Druids’ thoughts are too conservative, too prejudiced. Their task is surely not as simple as just guarding forests. The survival and development of all things is undeniably a part of nature.

Since it can’t be stopped, it would be better to adjust the strategy appropriately. Not only could we achieve better effects, but we could also satisfy both parties."

After saying this, Gaven himself felt a slight surprise. It seemed that he had spoken a bit too much today.

Everything that should and shouldn’t have been discussed had been laid out, which was certainly not his usual style of keeping one card hidden.

This was definitely not solely because the Yaling Lord gave him a feeling of being bathed in the spring breeze, cordial and at ease unconsciously lowering his psychological defenses.

He estimated that the other party also possessed some unknown ability that could influence other people’s minds without them realizing it, causing them to let down their guard around her.

The Yaling Lord seemed completely unaware of Gaven’s peculiar reaction, instead falling into deep thought, apparently considering the feasibility of the plan he had spoken of.

She had never heard such an argument before; it wasn’t exactly mind-blowing, but it definitely presented an entirely new perspective.

Especially the Druids that Gaven had referred to, it was clear he was alluding to something specific.

It was indeed not just about the profession of Druids, but rather a reference to the Elves and other forest races.

Since he had already spoken his mind, Gaven no longer held back and pressed, "Lord, do you see any issue with my line of thinking?"

"At first glance, it is indeed feasible, at least in the short term," the Yaling Lord acknowledged, then immediately switched topics, "But looking at the bigger picture, it doesn’t address the fundamental issue. Higher food production means more people can be supported, leading to a population explosion among short-lived races. Then there will be a greater demand for more food and more land. When conflict with the forest races arises, it will be even sharper, more intense. Then, how will you maintain balance? How will you solve that?"

Beings like the Yaling, with their long lifespans, always considered problems from a long-term perspective.

To her, the "short term" meant at least fifty to a hundred years, which for humans and other such races, could span an entire lifetime.

"No plan can cover every aspect before being set into motion. Long-term plans always start with short-term steps."

Gaven certainly couldn’t deny the long-term perspective of the other party, "Adjustments can be made during execution. Short-term plans can evolve into long-term ones. Population explosions and surplus food do have a certain correlation but it’s not inevitable.

The development of other wise races, wars, plagues, natural disasters, and other extraneous factors could all potentially hinder this population explosion process. Even if that situation does arise, it could be mitigated by artificially controlling rapid population growth."

"Control the population?" The term was new, not just to the Yaling Lord, but across the Felen Continent.

In Felen, they were scarcely done encouraging reproduction.

Moreover, he had less than twenty years to prepare and confront the Arcane Catastrophe.

If they couldn’t withstand this cataclysm, the entire Felen Continent would fall apart, and parts of the Toril Plane and the Abeir Plane would undergo a positional exchange.

In comparison to such catastrophic disasters, the natural problems brought on by a population explosion were trivial.

"It is indeed a method that isn’t really a method," the Yaling Lord mused, "I am actually very much looking forward to the growth of you and your domain."

"I believe the Lord will have the chance to witness it," Gaven quickly interjected, "If the Lord truly wishes to establish an outpost beyond the curtain, my people could perhaps provide manpower assistance."

All the long-lived races do not pride themselves on a large population.

This Yaling Castle before him looked majestic and spectacular, of no small scale.

On the way here, the number of Yaling that Gaven had encountered was not large, a thousand at most.

Their method of shaping trees into castles certainly wouldn’t work on the Rocklands side and it’s also time-consuming.

The Yaling Castle before our eyes is at least several centuries old, if not more ancient.

"I will give this matter careful consideration," said the Yaling Lord, without offering an immediate response, "I’ve had a banquet prepared for you both. Please, come this way."

The Yaling banquet hall.

Just like their castle, it combined grandeur, beauty, and exotic charm.

The entire hall was formed by dozens of massive trees, bending and intertwining to create impenetrable walls of intertwined vines.

Most importantly, these trees and vines were still alive, some stretching out green branches. After careful pruning – no, more accurately, naturally growing into various unique shapes like indoor plants – they adorned the space.

The tables and chairs were no exception, all protruding growths of massive trees – which of course wouldn’t grow in this way naturally, unless Druids with the Wood Shaping Technique were involved.

When the surrounding vines stretched out to serve various fruits and vegetables, it all seemed so fitting.

The Yaling’s meals were primarily vegetarian, and completely ecological at that, most of it served whole without even being cut.

Gaven could accept eating apples, grapes, and melons in this manner.

He could also digest vegetables like carrots, tomatoes, squash, and radishes prepared this way.

But when peppers, kale, cauliflower, and broccoli were also served like this, Gaven found it a bit hard to stomach.

Fortunately, the Yaling Lord was aware that outsiders might find their dietary habits difficult to accept, especially considering the presence of a young dragon.

He had prepared special meals for Gaven and Aivensa.

For Gaven, there was a vegetable salad and a plate of roasted meat.

What awaited Aivensa was a roasted lamb.

Even the cooked food was kept simple, sticking to basic barbecuing.

Forest species were never known for their cuisine, and this was taken to an extreme with the Yalings.

But Gaven didn’t touch the vegetable salad or the roasted meat in front of him; instead, he sampled the fruits and vegetables on the table one by one.

With each taste, his eyes lit up a bit more.

These fruits and vegetables were the best he’d ever eaten in terms of both appearance and flavor, including those like kale and cauliflower that appeared difficult to eat raw – they were plump, slightly sweet, and very suitable for consuming uncooked.

Without a doubt, they were not naturally grown like this but had been carefully bred and cultivated.

Earlier, when he had spoken at length about selecting seeds in front of the Yaling Lord, he realized that he had been displaying his ignorance. How could they not cultivate them, when their diet was based on such foods and they were abundant with Druids?

There was no need for breeding; simply introducing the seeds from here would suffice.

The Yalings present were unaware of Gaven’s purpose and thought he was respecting their dietary practices, enhancing their favorable impression of him.

With a smile, the Yaling Lord said to Gaven, "To thank you for your assistance and friendship, I have prepared small gifts for our honored guests. Please, you must accept them."