The two sides were not on the same level; every time Gaven threw a punch, he moved forward several steps, killing off all possibilities.
Actually, to sum it up, Gaven used just one move—the might of his wealth.
"You attack me for scheming after the former inn owner’s treasure? Sorry, look, I’m richer than he was, I don’t lack money."
"You attack me for not keeping promises? Fine, if I am to lose credibility, I don’t want my property here. I’ll give it to you folks. I have the money, and I’m capricious."
This move was the most irrefutable.
Parost could only turn the gun in another direction and said, "How can you ensure that the major renovations of the inn won’t completely enrage The Weeping Witch? What if she gets angry and brings disaster to our village?"
This time, before Gaven could speak up, many villagers of Anfield Village could no longer stand Parost’s aggressive attitude. One after another, they spoke up in Visit NovelHub for more amazing novels and chapters.
"Parost, I don’t like what you’re saying. What do you mean by ’completely enrage The Weeping Witch’? This ghost has been in our village for more than a day or two. During the time the Launcel Family ran the inn, she only scared travelers and never actually harmed anyone. How would she become enraged just because Mr. Gaven is here?"
"Right, you give Mr. Gaven such a hard time—is it because Mr. Gaven’s free maintenance blocked your money-making opportunity? Causing you to bear a grudge? If that’s the case, then your heart is really too narrow."
"You should also count how many benefits Mr. Gaven has brought to our village in just a few short days. First, he offered us free wine tasting, and now he is repairing things for us for free. He also plans to buy a large number of warhorses, which is our village’s pillar industry. How many job opportunities will this bring? Now he is even promising to pave roads for us for free. Where could you find such a philanthropist? Do you really want to drive him away until you are content?"
"Exactly, exactly, exactly. I bet those horse breeders in Red Pine Town are stretching their necks in anticipation. If they hear that we drove away such a big customer over an abandoned inn, they’d definitely laugh their teeth off and probably offer Mr. Gaven a manor or villa for free."
The local people’s rebuttal was both blunt and subtle, defending Gaven with exasperation and simultaneously venting their own dissatisfaction with Parost.
Even a mad dog, when faced with several people’s combined attack, felt at a loss on how to bite back.
Gaven, the other party involved, didn’t kick a man while he was down, but instead took the opportunity to smooth things over, smiling as he said, "Actually, Mr. Parost means well, after all. The inn is located in the center of the village, and if something goes wrong, it could indeed affect everyone."
I can’t promise you too much assurance on this matter.
But if you put yourself in my shoes, once I have refurbished this inn, who will care the most about The Weeping Witch?
That would definitely be me, right?
Even if it’s for my own use, it’s still meant to accommodate people. I will certainly find every possible way to resolve this issue.
If there’s a chance to operate the inn and rent it out, why wouldn’t I do that? After all, nobody holds a grudge against money."
"Mr. Gaven makes a lot of sense."
"That’s really the truth."
"Parost, look at Mr. Gaven and then at yourself. Don’t you think your own heart is too narrow?"
The villagers of Anfield Village highly affirmed what Gaven had said, and their fondness for him greatly increased.
A man who repays negativity with kindness—how could his character be bad?
In contrast, Parost, a local, now seemed loathsome, much like a jumping clown.
Seeing that he had become the target of everyone’s disdain, Parost knew that staying there would only bring him trouble and coldly dropped the words, "I’ll be watching you."
Then he left the crowd without looking back.
Laughter followed him, and even a few bare-bottomed children chased after Parost, making faces at him and repeating his words, "I’ll be watching you... teehee..."
There was a mix of playfulness and mockery.
They were now considered Gaven’s little helpers. All the menial tasks were handed over to them, and they were paid mostly in sweets, a treat they could normally only have during festive seasons. Their fondness for Gaven was naturally maxed out.
Parost had no choice but to walk away faster, ignoring the prankster children.
If he were to actually lose his temper with a bunch of kids in the street, he would surely provoke public anger. Not to mention the children’s families, even other villagers would probably not stand by and watch.
No sooner had Parost turned to leave than Krewen, the owner of the Deer Horn Pot Tavern, stood up and said, "I can vouch for Gaven on this matter. If there’s an issue, my Deer Horn Pot Tavern will also be put up for sale to pave roads for our village."
"And my Joy Hall." The petite Mother Gao Ser, with her towering presence, hands on her hips, said, "In this life, I’ve seen all kinds of people. Mr. Gaven is the most kind-hearted young man I’ve come across in my lifetime. His arrival in our Anfield Village is full of sincerity."
Don’t think I’m just praising someone.
You’ve known me for more than a day or two. You should know my character. The thing I’m best at doing in my life is scolding people, not praising them.