Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 112 - 95 Crystal Stone Resonance Screening_1

"The first half was excellent, but you took liberties in the latter half, at best offsetting your merits and demerits," Gaven said, his heart content but his face stern, especially when he mentioned taking liberties, sweeping his gaze over the neck and limbs of the Dog Demon.

Such high-intelligence devils cannot be given too much leeway; any clever actions must be promptly addressed, or next time they will take an inch and run a mile.

Feeling Gaven’s gaze, the fur on the back of the Dog Demon’s neck bristled as if electrified, and the already healed wounds began to throb again. Swallowing the words he was about to speak, the demon groveled even more, "Leader is right to admonish me, this time I indeed acted on my own accord, next time I won’t; no matter what the situation, I’ll think of a way to seek your guidance, Leader. Without your approval, I won’t make any decisions."

"Hmm," Gaven nodded with satisfaction, "It’s good that you know where you went wrong. I have a new task for you: within five kilometers between Blackwell and the Spirit Crystal Mine, find every Goblin lair. Eat them, drive them out, I’m not concerned with the method. Ten days from now, if I see even one Goblin around here, I’ll hold you accountable."

"No problem, this task is right for me," the Dog Demon would have thumped his chest had his current form allowed it.

This task was precisely to his liking.

It seemed that following this Half-Elf wasn’t a bad thing at all.

He had methods harsh enough, a heart dark enough, yet still required a fig leaf of propriety.

As long as he kept that fig leaf in place, under the Leader’s rule, nothing he did in secret was off-limits.

"Furthermore, report to me every two days just before sunrise at the training field," Gaven added another layer of constraints for the Dog Demon.

A person cannot take praise; just when he was commending himself, Gaven immediately tightened the reins.

The Dog Demon was clearly not happy with this command.

"Oh? Not willing?" Gaven’s hand uncontrollably moved to rest on the Magic Longsword.

"Willing, why wouldn’t I be? It’s an honor. If possible, I wish to report to Leader every day and listen to your guidance," the Dog Demon hastily responded.

"Since you’ve said as much, I can’t disappoint your eagerness. Then it’s decided, report to me daily, same time, same place."

"Ah..." The Dog Demon’s face fell instantly, wishing he could slap himself twice.

Gaven laughed, "Just kidding, carry out your task."

"As you command." Not daring to waste any more words with Gaven, the Dog Demon feared any further slip might mean truly reporting every day, which would leave no time for anything else.

If properly controlled, the Dog Demon was Gaven’s most reliable and convenient general to date.

Not only did he possess sufficient personal strength, he had the brains, and most importantly, as a devil by origin, he didn’t flinch at the raw and cold, aiming only for results, not the means.

Such dirty work best not seen in the light of day was perfectly suited for him.

Having dispatched the Dog Demon and his Wild Wolf Guard Squad,

Gaven turned back to the Spirit Crystal Mine, taking Zack and Susie on a tour inside and out.

The sight inside was pitiable.

Referring both to the scattered goblin remains and their mining efforts.

Compared to the Gnolls, the Goblins’ mining was amateur in the extreme.

What was now the Spirit Crystal Mine was not one tunnel, but a mess of dozens.

Some were deep at thirty or forty meters; others merely four or five.

There were also seven or eight collapses; with such haphazard digging, it was a wonder there weren’t more.

These tunnels also served as Goblin dens, where they ate, slept, and relieved themselves, and the smell was better left unmentioned.

In comparison, the Gnolls were relatively cleaner and more hygienic—of course, this had something to do with them being cold-blooded and lacking sweat glands.

As they walked, Gaven said to Susie, "I’m planning to give the Spirit Crystal Mine to your Pitfall Tribe as a new home. I wonder if Leader Susie has the confidence to renovate this place."

"Me?" Susie pointed at herself, disbelief mingled with a surge of elation.

Where Gaven saw only a sorry sight, Susie perceived the immense value of the Spirit Crystal Mine.

What did it mean to see mines everywhere?

It meant there was Spirit Crystal Ore throughout, lying just below the surface—an unquestionable rich vein.

Gaven nodded, "This is the reward you and Pitfall rightfully deserve. After all, you selflessly shared the Dragon Seeking Meditation and Dragon Seeking Ritual Ceremony, and no one in the Blackwell Tribe will object to this."

Seeing Susie about to say something, Gaven waved his hand, "Let me finish. I also had a personal interest in this decision.

Your tribe’s previous location was this very Spirit Crystal Mine, rich in experience with mining Spirit Crystal Ore, a match of professions.

The tribe currently has a large shortage of Spirit Crystal Stones.

They’re needed for Dragon Seeking Ritual Ceremonies, creating Psychic Stones, and once those human merchants find buyers, we will also need to sell a portion.

But your population is less than one fifth that of the Goblins in the Spirit Crystal Mine.

Your burden will be very heavy, and I wonder if you possess the confidence to fulfill this task."

When it came to her area of expertise, Susie beamed with confidence, "Leader, I avoid bragging, but in mining Spirit Crystal Stones, those Goblins are no match for us. Despite our small numbers, our ability to filter these tiny treasures from the earth is unparalleled. Just watch."