American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 231 These are all skilled farmers to be taken back to farm.
The blonde warrior's bowstring was taut as a full moon.

Locke glanced discreetly at the lake behind him.

The water fairy had already disappeared into the water, leaving only a few ripples that gradually subsided and shimmered in the sunlight.

He understood that the towering column of water was both an outburst of anger and a signal.

Their forced breach of the barrier and landing on the island has likely already alerted the island's guards. This small team riding nimble kangaroos may very well be here specifically to hunt them down.

"Relax, young lady," Locke said, trying to keep his tone calm as he faced the arrows pointed at him. "My friend and I have come to help search for your missing queen at the invitation of your General Phillips."

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However, the blonde female warrior's brows furrowed even more.

The suspicion in her eyes deepened, and then she rebuked sharply in broken English, "Liar! We only received a message this morning stating that the aid workers would not arrive for several days!"

"And as a guest, why didn't you give a signal as a matter of etiquette, but instead recklessly broke through the magic barrier?"

There's such a thing as a signal?
Locke's lips twitched silently, and the sight of Ron's calm demeanor out of the corner of his eye made his teeth itch.

“To be honest,” he sighed, spreading his palms, his tone tinged with a self-deprecating sincerity, “we’re really good people.”

Before the words were finished, he lightly flicked his right hand—

"Crack!"

Several tiny yet incredibly precise blue arcs of electricity shot out, instantly striking the wrists of several female warriors holding bows.

A sharp, numbing sensation shot through their skin. Before they could even feel the pain, their wrists went limp and fell limply, their longbows plunging one after another into the grass.

"all in all."

“Put down your weapons, ladies.” Locke looked around at the astonished female warriors and said gently, “We’ve trespassed on your territory but haven’t really fought yet; that restraint is proof enough of our goodwill. But you’re pointing weapons at our aid workers who have come from afar—that’s not how you treat guests.”

A brief silence filled the woodland.

The sudden counterattack and the numbness in their wrists startled the team members. They instinctively took a half step back, assumed a defensive stance, and stared warily at Locke.

However, to Locke's surprise, they did not panic or continue their attack despite the setback.

After only a brief exchange of glances
The blonde female warrior leading the group glanced at the back of the column.

The moment their eyes met, a dark-skinned female warrior at the back of the group, protected by a quickly formed perimeter by her comrades, swiftly took a simple, white horn wrapped in vines from her waist.

“Woooooooooooooo!!!”

A deep, long horn sounded suddenly, piercing the tranquil air of Paradise Island, carrying a primal sense of urgency as it spread far and wide.

The sound was clearly not a command to attack, but rather a kind of…

call
Or, to put it another way, a higher level of alert.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Along with the call, an even heavier tremor came from beneath our feet!

It was as if the entire island was trembling in anticipation of the awakening of some power.

Almost the instant the horn ended, a huge shadow swept across the sky, obscuring the island's soft light.

Locke and Ron looked up and saw dozens of magnificent winged horses spreading their white wings, each carrying a lithe female warrior holding a spear or a bow and arrow.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the wings, bathing the figures in the sky in a sacred and awe-inspiring halo.
But this is just the prelude.

The ground tremors grew closer and closer, accompanied by the crackling sounds of trees snapping, and a dense thicket in the distance was torn apart by a brute force!

A group of even more formidable female warriors charged out on astonishing mounts!
Several enormous dinosaurs covered in thick scales?!

Each heavy step they took shook the earth, and their roars were deafening.

Following this combined land and air force, even more unusual figures are emerging.

The chimera, with a lion's head, a goat's body, and a snake's tail, growled, spewing sulfurous fumes from its mouth and nostrils. In the distance, the shadowy figures of kangaroo riders surged in like a tide.
But what is most breathtaking is...
Not a winged horse soaring in the sky or a giant beast galloping on the ground.

It was in that ancient, dense forest that had been forcibly torn open at the end of the column.
The shadows of the mountains slowly emerge.

A Titan troll.

Each step it took caused the earth to groan and groan, and its bulging muscles gleamed with a bronze-like luster in the sunlight.

It delivers an unparalleled visual impact.

At the very front of this vast army, a griffin with wingspans that blotted out the sky landed with its wings folded.

Its golden eagle eyes were sharp as knives, and the woman sitting on its back was simply dressed with a calm gaze, yet she naturally became the focus of the entire scene.

She held no weapon, merely pulling the reins lightly; the imposing aura emanating from her spoke volumes.
This must be General Phillips, the military commander of Paradise Island.

And before them stood an army unlike any they had ever seen, one that was far more powerful than they could have imagined.
This was probably the first time that Paradise Island had unreservedly displayed its terrifying strength, which had allowed it to stand for thousands of years, in front of two outsiders.

The air seemed to freeze, leaving only the flapping of Pegasus wings, the low roars of dinosaurs, and the heavy breathing of the Titan trolls.
and also
“Crack! Crack!”

Locke casually pulled out his phone from his pocket, ignoring the still-no signal message, and started snapping photos of the dreamlike army in front of him.

His eyes burned with fervor, as if he saw the door to a new world opening for him.

For example, the Pegasus
It's in good condition, with smooth mane and powerful wings. It's perfect as a ride for children, or we can restore the wagons on the farm later. Transporting goods across 10,000 acres by flying would definitely be faster than using a tractor...

As he pondered, Locke's gaze drifted downwards, landing on the dinosaurs that were snorting and had fierce eyes.

This guy is really strong; he'd definitely be a master at pulling a plow. His land clearing efficiency could probably match ten machines. I just wonder how high the feed costs will be, and how easy it will be to tame him…

And that composite creature with a lion's head, a goat's body, and a snake's tail.
I wonder if it's possible to breed it with the farm's regular goats?
Locke stroked his chin, pondering in his mind.
If he could give birth to a goat with wings or that could breathe fire, maybe he could expand his farm business to the magical world.

However, there are actually things more important than Pegasus, dinosaurs, and chimeras.
That majestic posture and smooth muscle lines made him feel as if he had been tickled by a feather.

Don't misunderstand, Locke was simply fixing his gaze on the most magnificent royal griffin.

How about we get one to keep as a pet for Salafir?
If we could even bring a few back, we could set up a griffin breeding base on the farm…

Under Ron's strange gaze, Locke felt an irresistible urge, a sense of planning belonging to a rancher churning within him.

Looking at this vibrant 'paradise' teeming with rare and exotic animals, he couldn't help but let out a sigh filled with deep regret.
This Paradise Island... how come it's not his?

If only we could move all the exotic creatures on this island back to Kansas.
What will that 10,000-acre farm look like?
Just thinking about it made him feel that this trip to Greece was absolutely worth it!

"General!"

Upon seeing the reinforcements arrive, the blonde female warrior immediately stepped forward and respectfully reported, "It was this man who forcibly broke the barrier and claimed to be... a distinguished guest invited by you."

“Yes, Mara, they are…”

The female warrior named Phillips glanced at Ron, showing no surprise at his unique green skin and red eyes, but simply nodded slightly as a greeting.

Then he turned to Locke and paused quietly for a moment.
Those deep eyes seemed to flash by, carrying a kind of elusive scrutiny.

After a moment, he seemed to come to his senses, looked at Ron again, and said calmly, "Long time no see, Mr. Ron Jones."

Ron nodded in response, his voice carrying his characteristic composure: "Long time no see, General Phillips."

As he spoke, he turned slightly to introduce his companion: "This is..."

"Is this Mr. Locke Kent?"

Phillips, however, took the lead, her gaze returning to Locke, her tone formal yet carrying an indescribable subtlety, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Locke." But before Locke could respond, she immediately offered an apology, her demeanor efficient:
"Excuse me, you two."

"Her Majesty the Queen has been away these past few days. There are many internal affairs on the island, and we also need to strengthen our vigilance on the outside. It's as if we're on high alert. Please forgive the way we greeted her just now."

"But now that you two have arrived, let's not delay. I'll take you to see the situation..."

With that, she deftly waved her hand, giving an order to her adjutant behind her:
"Someone, prepare for our two distinguished guests..."

"We can fly on our own."

Locke and Ron spoke almost simultaneously, politely declining her arrangement.

Locke's tone was relaxed and at ease, while Ron's remained as calm as ever.

Upon hearing this, Phillips showed no surprise, simply nodding as if it were entirely within her expectations.

"Alright."

She then turned to face the awe-inspiring army, her voice carrying powerfully throughout the entire arena:

"Sisters! All clear! Back to base!"

Upon receiving the order, the well-trained Amazonian army immediately began an orderly retreat.

Pegasus riders ascended, dinosaur riders controlled their behemoths to slowly turn around, chimeras roared as they followed the procession, and the Titan troll also let out a deep groan, taking steps that shook the earth as it merged into the retreating torrent.

Phillips, riding her griffin, traced a graceful arc through the air as she turned towards the depths of the island. She glanced back at Locke and Ron, making a simple, clear gesture:

"plz follow me."

Following behind Phillips' magnificent griffin, Locke and Ron maintained a steady flight speed.

A strong wind blew in my face, and below me, buildings with an ancient Greek style sped by.

There is also a huge arena
According to Locke's memory, it should be called the Ring of Victory?
The arena founded by Antiope, Hippolyta's sister.

He remembered a little-known fact: the female general Hippolyta in front of him was probably the gladiator who appeared most frequently in the Ring of Victory.

(Note: Please use the quotation mark "" for the squad voice lines later on, as double quotation marks sometimes look odd.)
"Rong En."

After flying for a while, Locke seemed to suddenly remember something and opened the team voice chat, saying, "Have you heard that rumor? About the Amazons' 'Aphrodite Law'?"

He deliberately kept everyone in suspense, then casually continued, "It is said that they follow this ancient principle to maintain their eternal youth and strength."

"But there is a harsh condition: any Amazon who leaves Paradise Island for the mortal world will lose their beauty, divine power, and immortality."

"Conversely, if a man sets foot on this paradise island, the Amazons will collectively lose their divine gifts, and... the first Amazon to see that man will fall hopelessly in love immediately."

?

Ron blinked, seemingly searching his vast memory bank, before calmly replying, "Locke, in my records and in my official contacts with the Amazons, there has never been any record of or verification of this so-called 'Aphrodite Law'."

"Furthermore, according to authoritative DEO data, although the Amazons are a powerful warrior race, they follow a set of peaceful moral principles known as the 'Amazon Code of Justice and Mercy'."

He explained:

"This code requires all Amazonian believers to obey legitimate authority, to discipline themselves with love and mercy, and its core is to rescue the innocent suffering, to save the lives of allies and enemies equally, and to always keep the well-being of others in mind. This is fundamentally different from the 'laws' you may have seen somewhere that are strongly fatalistic and emotionally coercive."

"Alright, alright, your official information is always so... rigorous." Locke pouted. "I thought I was going to hear some romantic and exciting anecdotes about the queen."

"Romance and excitement often stem from information asymmetry and dramatic embellishment," Rong En pointed out incisively. "Mutual understanding based on facts is the foundation of effective cooperation."

"Fine, talking about legends with you is pointless." Locke changed the subject helplessly, nudging Ron with his elbow and teasing, "Let's get down to business. Can't you fly in a different way? Always so stiff, like a human billboard being blown around by the wind."

"Look at that guy in front, how handsome he is riding a griffin, he looks like a mythical hero."

Turning his gaze to Locke, Ron seemed genuinely pondering the question, his calm mental response coming through: "But my current mode of flight offers the least resistance and the highest energy efficiency. Riding a living organism carries unnecessary risks and inefficiencies."

"Furthermore, Locke, based on my study of Earth culture, 'handsome' and 'stylish' belong to the realm of subjective aesthetics, cannot be quantified, and are of no help in mission execution."

"I'd be suicidal if I tried to discuss aesthetics with you."

Locke rolled his eyes. "Let's talk about something else. Look at those big lizards down there, are they efficient at pooping?"

"If we could domesticate them, wouldn't their droppings be top-quality fertilizer? Maybe even better than the manure we compost on our farm."

Rong En was silent for a few seconds, seemingly thinking: "Judging from his body size and metabolic model, the total amount of excrement per day should be quite considerable."

"However, the specific fertilizing components, whether they contain unknown pathogens or magical residues, require sampling and analysis. I do not recommend that you introduce them directly into the Kent Farm ecosystem."

"Actually, the ecological environment of your farm is already good enough."

"I knew you'd say that." Locke sighed, his gaze drifting back to General Phillips's dashing figure and the majestic griffin in the distance. "Well, to be honest, I still want to try to persuade them... cough, I mean, how wonderful it would be if we could negotiate amicably and borrow a few of their griffins for breeding."

"Using them to transport things on the farm is much faster than piloting Jonathan's Gundam, and it saves magic too."

"Locke," Ron's voice remained steady, but seemed to carry a very faint, almost human-like, emotional fluctuation, "Based on my initial analysis of General Phillips, she may not agree to this proposal."

"Thinking about it isn't illegal," Locke muttered, adjusting his flight attitude to avoid a turbulent gust of air. "Besides, what if their queen also likes the corn from our farm? Maybe we can make a deal..."

"Besides, we're here to help. What's wrong with a mere griffin turning back?"

Ron flew forward a little, seemingly wanting to keep his distance from a farmer who was planning to 'steal' something.

In the midst of this chase, Phillips, who was leading the way, had already begun to circle and descend above a vast platform surrounded by huge white stone pillars.

She turned around, her voice cutting through the wind:
"You may now descend. The royal palace is below."

Upon hearing this, Locke and Ron also lowered their altitude.

When Locke's feet landed firmly on the smooth, white stone platform that reflected his image, even the two well-traveled individuals were astonished by the sight before them.
I couldn't help but sigh with admiration.

The building that appeared before them
It is not a palace in the traditional sense, but a magnificent architectural complex that blends perfectly with nature and is so grand that it is almost a miracle.

The massive palace is built alongside a cascading waterfall, with clear water pouring down from above and continuously flowing into the azure lake that surrounds the palace below.

The palace itself is built of white stone that exudes a warm, subtle glow.

Its structure is both grand and elegant, supporting the towering dome.

Countless covered bridges connect the main hall with the surrounding smaller halls, the towering observatory, and the courtyards hidden among exotic flowers and trees.

The entire complex blends seamlessly with the surrounding forests, mountains, waterfalls, and lakes, appearing as if it were not man-made but naturally grown there.

The air was filled with a rich sense of life and a faint fragrance of flowers, and soft light seemed to fall from nowhere, enveloping everything in a sacred halo.

Occasionally, you can see Amazonian female warriors dressed in light armor or white robes walking quietly among the columns.

"Wow…"

Locke couldn't help but gasp as he looked up at the seemingly endless dome, his professional instincts kicking in.

"Rong En, you know what I mean, right?"

Rong En nodded slightly and agreed, "Let's get some stone materials to pave the barn, so we won't need to buy pesticides for the farm in the future."

Nodding in satisfaction, Locke gave Ron a look of approval.

Before he could finish commenting on Ron's increasingly sophisticated sense of humor, Phillips had already gracefully leaped down from the griffin's back. Standing on the edge of the platform, she turned to face the two of them, arms outstretched, her tone filled with undeniable pride:
"Welcome back to the Amazon Royal Palace, Mr. Locke, Mr. Ron."

"This is our home, and the heart of Paradise Island."

(End of this chapter)