There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

As the chaotic memories slowly surfaced, I suddenly realized that these statues might really be replicas of my memories.

"I remember that giving it to Mashev would get you a Golden Bird in return? The next quest should be to give it to old man Echo, which would complete the first part of Act III in Diablo II, right?"

"...This can be exchanged for gold? I didn't hear wrong, did I?" Gotz's eyes widened.

"You can also exchange it for medicine that increases your maximum health."

"???"

Chapter 226 Bring a portion of fried rice

Item Name: Small Jade Sculpture (General)

Quality: Average

Item Description: This is an artwork carved from jade. The sculpture depicts the story of an adventurer slaying a Crimson Demon and obtaining the Jade Man outside Kurast Harbor. For the follow-up quest, please go to the port area and find Captain Mashev to exchange for the Golden Bird.

Durability: 45/45

Material: Jade

Cover effectiveness: 15%

Physical mass: 0.85 kg

Created by: Art & Creativity Platform

Flammability: 0%

Aesthetics: 135”

What's going on?! (╯°Д°)╯︵┻━┻!

I'm internally screaming with rage!

This damn system actually used the design from my memory to create the artistic sculpture. No wonder both of these sculptures look so familiar.

Leaving aside the first statue of a Bodhisattva descending to earth to save all sentient beings in a physical sense, at least this one has some practical value. The master-level sculpture has an aesthetic score of over 300, making it a very precious item that one would genuinely want to collect.

The second jade figurine is utterly baffling. The carving technique is mediocre, fine, but why is a game guide so brazenly included in the item description? Who is this person even talking about?! Didn't you call me a colonist? Is it some kind of Nephalem alias?

Even if my confused memories of past and present lives mean I don't know much about art and can't replicate a masterpiece like the Venus de Milo, I could at least have a figurine sculpted for me!

Why are they even denying my right to be a homebody?!

I placed the two statues side by side and slowly examined them in the increasingly dim light.

"Götz, what do you think of these two works?" I asked.

Gotz nodded deeply: "Very good. Both works have a unique character, possessing both creative and aesthetic value as works of art. Is the style your own creation?"

"...I guess so. I'll apologize to the whole nation if I run into other Diablo players." I said awkwardly. "I didn't expect you, Gotz, to actually understand art? Judging from your appearance, I thought you were just a rough guy."

Gotz laughed nonchalantly and said, "Don't underestimate me. Interior design is an essential skill in building construction. Besides, my father was also very good at carving, and he taught me from a young age."

Gotz brought up his father, so I followed up with, "Your father, Doranco? How did he die? And how did that monster appear?"

Regarding the relationship between the two, I still have some questions. Gotz said, "Once the Deep One's bloodline becomes dominant, it takes on that terrifying appearance, and its bizarre nature can no longer be hidden. My father's human aspect ended when he was 61 years old; Old Man Hook and I buried him in the lake..."

Was this burial method his idea?

"Yes. He repeatedly emphasized that it had to be Mads Lagoon. After his death, the flesh and blood of the Deep Ones would inevitably revive, and if this reborn monster returned to the sea, things would completely spiral out of control."

"The sea..." I murmured to myself, vaguely sensing a clue, but still lacking inspiration.

Goetz said with a gloomy expression, "But I've always suspected that this method is ineffective. I can sense a yearning in the nature of Deep Divers to return to the abyss, and relying on biological instincts to define habitats may not be useful for Deep Divers."

A thought suddenly flashed through my mind, and I asked, "Is it possible that the Deep Ones...have ever returned to the sea?"

It suddenly occurred to me that fish similar to salmon, born in freshwater rivers, still exhibit an annual migration habit even after reaching the ocean. Would such intelligent creatures as deep-sea divers simply stay put?

"I...I've also guessed that way..."

"twice……"

Gotz said somberly, “The first time was when Zack encountered a shipwreck off the coast. I heard that the entire ocean-going vessel was severely damaged, and only Zack survived. I had a vague feeling that this incident was related to my father.”

Zack...

Was he attacked not by the King of the Near Sea, but by the Deep One? But could an ordinary attack really cause a giant with unlocked genetic potential to develop psychological trauma and never dare to go to sea again?

Wait a moment……

Zack...goes to sea...

I think he's fine staying on the shore!

"And the second time?" I dismissed the image in my mind and continued to ask.

"The second time was the mountain accident back then..."

Gotz's expression was pained yet resolute, as if a powerful will had long since replaced his sorrow, sustaining this strong man to live.

"I'm sorry..." I apologized, admitting that I had indeed misspoke about him touching on his wound.

But Gotz managed a weak smile: "It's all in the past, isn't it? I did speculate that the mountain disaster was caused by the Deep Ones moving around and triggering a mudslide, but I always believed that the monster was a remnant of my father, and I was unwilling to investigate that."

Gotz, you're being too naive.

Uncle Nine taught us that a zombie will immediately bite its closest relatives and suck their blood to complete its transformation. At that moment, the person in front of you is no longer a familiar family member, but a corpse turned into a zombie; you cannot have any mercy.

I smiled a little guiltyly: "Yes, yes, the Deep Ones are all dead, not even ashes remain. Don't dwell on it. In the face of life going on, the truth is the least important thing."

Don't hold grudges!

Never hold a grudge!

Leader Gotz, the ringleader who killed your parents at Yanmen Pass is dead. Don't get involved anymore! Otherwise, Duan Zhengchun, the Arhat who brought you a child, will become the scapegoat!

I wonder if Gotz, upon learning of the Kappa's existence, would rush over and embrace this orphaned Zaun brother, weeping bitterly, or punch the sinner who caused his family's destruction to death?

"Gotz, have you eaten?"

"No. Are you going to treat me to a meal? You don't need to be so polite, I..."

"But I'm full. Don't get me wrong, I'm just reminding you to hurry up and leave, I'm full and going to sleep."

"..."

After I firmly and sternly ordered him to leave, Gotz had no reason to linger any longer and began packing up his tools. But from his reluctant expression, it was clear that he was like an old man watching others play chess in a park, still longing to see the spectacle.

Was my carving performance just now really that amazing?

Hmm... okay...

My carving is like a combination of acrobatics and magic; it's perfect except for being a bit unscientific. I hope Sir Isaac Renwoxing won't mind and won't use his gravitational pull to tear me to pieces.

"By the way, Marcus, after I finish building this house, I plan to go out for a walk and may leave Mineral Town for a while."

Before leaving, Gotz said to me.

I didn't take it to heart at all. It's just a trip, I'm not some immature teenager anymore. What, would I go out to become a master chef, the Pirate King, or collect the Shikon Jewel?

"Go ahead, and remember to bring me some fried rice when you come back."

"..."

Gotz was taken aback by the remark and couldn't catch his breath for a while. He forced himself to continue, saying, "While Harris and I are both away, I'll leave the town's security to you!"

"Don't worry, with Gray and me working together, things won't go wrong in town. You can also make sure Harrison is treated leniently, turns over a new leaf, and gets out of prison soon—he'll still be a good man." I confidently assured him.

Gots laughed heartily: "Hopefully we won't scare you when we get back! Hahaha, I'm off!"

It took me a while to realize that Gotz meant Harris would come back? But when I tried to ask him, he had already disappeared.

The title of Chapter 227 should be changed to "The Contemporary God of Cookery".

"Boss! I'm here to freeload again!"

The next morning, as the first rays of dawn appeared, I arrived at Boss Dart's tavern. Through the old door, I saw a bitter face.

Mr. Dart frowned seriously, absentmindedly wiping a glass in his hand, lost in thought.

I watched as Mr. Dart's professional-level glass-wiping technique was on full display. Even when he was daydreaming, he could still carefully wipe every corner of the glass with a cloth. His movements were crisp and fluid, like a magician's hands holding the glass bottle in mid-air, working in perfect harmony with his job.

But when I shifted my gaze two inches to the side, I noticed a clean, white, specially made cleaning cloth neatly folded aside. Meanwhile, the man in Dart's hand held a yellowed, worn cloth, covered in various wine stains and grease...

"Boss, did you... take the wrong fabric?"

I hesitated before offering a reminder, as I could clearly sense that Mr. Dart's condition was off today.

Boss Dart immediately recovered from his sour expression, stared blankly at the rag in his hand, then at the wiping cloth on the table, nodded expressionlessly, and said, "Then this cup can only be left for Sebala to use."

"...Boss, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

“Not good?” Boss Dart hesitated for a moment, then pretended to realize something, picked up another cup, wiped it with a dirty rag, and placed the two cups side by side. “You’re right. I have to prepare one for Dick too.”

"..."

This is the Dart boss I know!

This is so cunning, I can't believe it!

I silently mourned for the two unfortunate drunkards for a second, hoping their stomachs were as exceptional as their alcohol tolerance.

"Boss, why do you look so down?" I pulled out a bar stool and sat down, habitually adopting a hungry, expectant posture.

Mr. Dart sighed softly, "Breakfast is ready for you." He brought out a glass of milk from the kitchen, and on the plate was a crispy toasted bread drizzled with delicate maple syrup, which looked amber in color, and its enticing aroma instantly filled the room.

"Wow! Boss, why are you being so nice to me today?!"

Without any hesitation, I picked up the bread and started eating.

"Eat more, we're going to have a tough time from now on. The money you have saved here for meals won't cost much, so I'll give you the last good stuff to try today."

I sensed something was wrong: "Boss, what do you mean? Are you going to die or...? I will take care of your wife and daughters, so don't worry!"

"You brat!" Boss Dart roared, throwing the rag forcefully onto the table. "I'd rather die than you!"

"Hahaha...you should have said so earlier..." I awkwardly wiped my sweat. Sure enough, Prime Minister Cao's words drew too much hatred. If it weren't for the fact that I was about to kill someone, it would be best not to use them casually.

"The tavern's ingredients are almost gone, and most of the ingredients available in town are also sold out. Nobody expected the problem to arise so quickly, and nobody has much food left at home..."

"Boss Dart said with a worried expression. I nodded silently. Zack had also mentioned this to me yesterday, so it seems to be urgent."