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

It managed to get behind me without me noticing. Terrifying! This kid must not be allowed to live!

Standing behind me was a long-haired girl in a dress, who looked about the same age as Lin. She wore glasses and looked very well-behaved, but there was no emotion in her eyes. She was mechanically clapping her hands while holding the book in her arms, and it was obvious that she wasn't talking to me.

Her gaze remained fixed on the coastline, and she said without any emotion, "Hello, I'm just an ordinary girl passing by."

"Hello... my foot! This introduction is so perfunctory!"

She turned her head slightly, gently adjusted her glasses, and an inexplicable light shone from the lenses: "You were able to spot me... Are you the librarian here, or a post office employee?"

Wow! You immediately pointed out two professions that deserve criticism!

Should I take the surname Li? And how should I respond? This is the first time in my career of roasting that I've faced such a severe test!

Go for it! This is a gamble on my entire career!!!

"...My name is Marcus, just an ordinary rancher passing by."

No, his demeanor is too strange. I can't sense his intentions at all from those constantly reflecting glasses! I have no way to answer him! I have a feeling he's about to say something like "the wisdom of mortals"!

Just then, the haggard-looking middle-aged botanist, Baqir, suddenly ran over to me and kept apologizing: "I'm so sorry, Marcus, this is my daughter, Mary! She's never been good at interacting with people, and she often says strange things without thinking! Mary, hurry up and greet Marcus properly!"

Isn't this something I often do? Are you asking me to do something?!

After Basil gave Mary his instructions, the seemingly ordinary Mary finally spoke in a stiff, socially awkward tone: "Hello, I'm Mary, my birthday is December 23rd, my blood type is B, I'm currently a sophomore in the Literature Department at Miskatonic University, I'm 158cm tall, weigh 47kg, and my measurements are..."

Good heavens! It's turned into a suicide truck!

Professor Baqir, using the skills honed from years of outdoor research, swiftly covered his daughter's mouth, preventing her from continuing her dangerous remarks.

"Alright, alright, I can tell she's not good at socializing..."

I stopped Professor Basil from asking Mary to say hello again, to avoid becoming her scapegoat.

The way he said it with that half-smile felt like a death sentence; I don't want to hear it a second time!

“Mr. Buckil, why did Mary ask me if I was a librarian or a post office worker? Didn’t you tell her this is a godforsaken town?” Those two fancy professions are impossible to find in Mineral Town…

Professor Baqir took off his hat and explained in a low voice, "My daughter grew up in school and hasn't had much contact with society. She usually only interacts with the library where she studies and the post office where she sends us letters. Perhaps there's a mistake..."

But Mary's light, clear voice suddenly whispered, "Because it can be seen..."

Because her voice was so soft, I looked at her in surprise before asking, "Excuse me, I didn't hear you clearly. What did you just say...?"

Mary hugged the book to her chest a little tighter. "Usually, only librarians and post office workers notice me and talk to me..."

It seems to be a tragic story...

“Mr. Baqir, didn’t you see your daughter get off the ship?!” I asked in surprise.

Professor Baqir looked at me blankly: "Did Mary disembark by herself? I thought you were the one who came to pick her up. I've been watching for a long time, but I haven't seen her come down..."

“Mary, how did you get off the ship...wait, where did you go?” Professor Basil exclaimed in surprise.

I turned around to look for Mary, only to find that she had unknowingly moved to the back of Professor Basil, poking my father in the back with the corner of her book.

But Professor Bakir looked around as if he were a StarCraft player, without ever glancing back.

“Mr. Bakir, behind you…” I reminded him.

But the haggard-looking middle-aged man didn't react at all, just chuckled and said, "Back? My back has been hurting a bit lately, it's an old injury from when I fell off the cliff. Finding Mary is the priority now... This child has always been like this, she always disappears without a trace..."

She's not missing! She's right behind you! Your own daughter is poking you with a book! She's crying, she's crying!

Finally, I forcefully turned Mr. Baqir's body over so that he could find his "mysteriously missing" daughter.

“Mary, you must have a very hard time every day…” I said, feeling a bit empathetic.

It's bad enough that she's already so inconspicuous, but then she has a father who's selectively blind. He can recognize the species of a foxtail grass a hundred meters away just by its pattern, but when it really matters, he can't even spot his own daughter right next to him? Who can he complain to?

Mary, a girl with no family, no job, and no income, showed no dissatisfaction. She said calmly, "My father remembers me. A few days ago, the housekeeper forgot that I was reading in the study, locked the door, and went back to her hometown in the countryside."

...Just how low is your sense of presence?! Akarin?!

Different people may experience a progression of "not noticing - not seeing - not remembering - completely forgetting". How long does this progressive state of Akarin last?

Although the topic was awkward, as a friendly neighbor in town, I felt I should show enthusiasm and guide this often-forgotten girl back into society!

"Is this why you came here during your summer vacation?" I asked, trying to get her to say a few more words.

Mary brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing her quiet and delicate profile. "Professor Rice suggested that I travel more during the summer vacation to help me gather material for my paper, but I don't want to leave the library..."

I quickly encouraged him, "No, no, no, the professor is right. Getting out and about is a good thing. For someone like you majoring in literature, shouldn't you be more immersed in life? Staying in the library all day won't give you enough inspiration..."

Professor Baqir chimed in, "Marcus is right, you should interact more with people your own age—who would have thought that Warren Rice, who's been a recluse for so long, could say something so insightful?"

That's just arguing for the sake of arguing. Professor Baqir is out and about all the time, but he's not exactly a genius.

Mary nodded slightly: "It's alright, Professor Rice has already come up with a solution for me..."

Basil and I were dumbfounded. "A solution? What solution?"

Mary pointed her slender finger at the white boat in the distance: "I brought all the books I need."

How am I even supposed to complain about this?! It's just about staying home in a different place! It's completely pointless, you idiot!

Professor Baqir looked at his daughter with a grim expression and noticed that a huge desiccant was being unloaded from the ship. It was transported in a well-sealed container with a plastic film, and it took four strong sailors to carry it forward.

The moment the four of them reached the shore, the waterline of the entire boat had sunk significantly!

"Good heavens...it looks like they've moved the entire library here! Gentlemen, let go of me, I'll carry it."

Seeing the sailors struggling to carry the cargo, I couldn't bear it and went over. I activated the power-up mode of the colonist system, grabbed one corner of the large wooden crate with both hands, and with a little effort, lifted the crate for four people over my head, waded across the beach, and came ashore.

But this time, everyone who had been applauding Zack and Gotz fell silent, watching me carry the load without uttering a word, until my figure disappeared into the distance at the end of the road…

…………

According to Mary, after streamlining and selection, and taking into account the risks of the journey, she abandoned some rare and out-of-print books, and only brought eight hundred books from the library collection this time—all of which were specially approved by Professor Warren Rice.

For a moment, I couldn't even tell whether the professor was taking care of the students or taking advantage of them.

Because Professor Baqir's rented house wasn't big enough (but I suspect it was because he was afraid of being scolded by his wife), he pleaded that the books be temporarily stored at the Mineral Town police station.

That's not a problem.

The town's police station is just for show. Harris, who used to live there, was dismissed and moved to live with Thomas the Tank Engine. So the two-story building has been abandoned for years, and I don't like going there.

Finally, unable to resist Professor Baqir's pleas, I also agreed to rent the second floor of the police station to Mary to house these books.

Of course, the official purpose was to use these books as a short-term town library, allowing town residents to borrow them on weekdays.

Some might ask, why would you agree to such unreasonable demands? Are you just after someone's daughter?

Just now, Mr. Basil, who had become completely like Kong Yiji (a character from a Chinese folktale known for his pedantry and nagging), moved his lips but remained silent in front of me. His attitude finally became respectful, and he clearly said, "Sheriff Marcus, there's something I'd like to discuss with you..."

Heaven has mercy on him. Would anyone else have refused the request of a poor old father?

My heart was filled with sympathy for him, and I suddenly understood the man in front of me who was full of academic dreams but whose back was bent by the weight of life.

Having lived in an ivory tower for a long time, his social skills were not much better than Mary's. However, he took the initiative to shoulder the responsibility of a father and shamelessly made a request for his daughter. He used his clumsy social skills to greet and introduce his daughter, who had just arrived on the island, in order to help her integrate into this new place.

Overwhelmed with emotion, I not only agreed to put the books away and store them away, but I also promised Mr. Baqir that I would come and chat with Mary more often and teach her some ways to get along with others.

According to Mr. Baqir, it was because I was the best young man in town and I was sure I could find a way to change Mary's autism.

Ahem, while I do have excellent social skills and am mature and composed in dealing with people, Mr. Basil, are you really sure it's okay for you to entrust me with this task?

Let me think... the last person I entrusted with this task was Sebala. Now I've raised Gray into a great superhero and a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur), completely forgetting his original dream of becoming a great blacksmith.

The most recent one was Old Yorkson from the edge of the world. He asked me to resolve the knots and resentment in my planetary consciousness. In the end, I infected the planetary consciousness, which had been transformed into Ayanami, into a giant disco ball that only draws dragons and rainbows every day. I guess it's still wildly dancing in some unknown sea of ​​consciousness, losing its sanity, having forgotten all its deep-seated hatred...

In terms of results, it seems that everyone has achieved their goals, so I haven't done anything wrong, right?

"Don't worry, Mr. Basil! I'll help Mary integrate into the town!"

I said, taking full responsibility.

After leaving the reunited Baqir family, I returned to the beach and found that the guys had finished loading the cargo. After the boat docked, they all came ashore, set up a spectacular barbecue grill, lit a roaring fire, and began preparing lunch, calling out to each other in a lively and bustling atmosphere.

Meanwhile, Zack stripped naked and fought several sailors, holding his own against three without being at a disadvantage, and even had time to chat with the onlookers. Gotz, on the other hand, held a beer in one hand and ate some kebabs in the other, smiling like a kind-hearted old sailor.

Upon my return, all the crew members cheered and shouted, as if welcoming a celebrity.

Zack laughed and handed me two skewers of barbecue. "Marcus, you really impressed these kids with that move! They even asked me if you're like Gotz, wanting to experience life on a ship too!"

No need to bother, justice calls for me, beautiful women need me, and the sheriff is very busy.

Chapter 543 YES or NO

After I politely declined their request to board the ship and experience life there, the group of eager sailors then asked to spar with me, but I refused that as well.

These people's fights tend to be head-on, a contest of strength. They do fight fiercely and spectacularly, but they don't help me much.

The way sailors train is to constantly push their limits through combat and hone their extraordinary intuition. This is completely incompatible with my ability to develop the potential of the colonist system and, after a long period of integration, unleash even stronger combat capabilities. On the eve of leaving the Edge World, I obtained some incredible things, and now I only want to digest these skills.

There are only two possible outcomes if we fight them.

One possibility is that if I take it seriously, they all attack together, and I easily dispatch them one by one with a single slit in the throat, leaving behind a beach littered with corpses. Their previously revered reputation in the Navigator's Alliance plummets to hostility, and they face relentless pursuit.

Another possibility is that I would use a friendly competition mode to turn the contest into a ridiculous game like eagle catching chicks on the beach, where they would all be exhausted and still not be able to determine a winner.

Moreover, the second type of battle scene always reminds me of the chilling image of "If you catch up with me, I'll let you have your way with me," which I can't accept psychologically!

I didn't grant any of their requests, but I still managed to snag a delicious lunch at the beach.

The white yacht provided by Gu Le Gu Friendship is equipped with extremely complete cooking facilities, which can make any kind of food.

As a young person who would be forced to inherit the family business if he didn't fish properly, Gu Le Gu has taken hedonism to the extreme. The ingredients and seasonings are all top quality on the market, so everyone is in a friendly mood of "why not eat if you're going to lose money" and does their best to help Gu Le Gu solve the problem of having too much money to spend.

"Good heavens, are you all reincarnated starving ghosts?!"

I'm not really used to grilled, fried, or pan-fried food—mainly because I've had too much of that in the wilderness—so I'm not very fast at eating skewers. But in front of these burly men, I accepted fist-sized chunks of meat without hesitation, quickly digesting the food one bite at a time.

After finishing his own portion, Zack buried his head in front of the grill, staring at a skewer that had just been placed on the grill, and said, "We sailors expend a lot of energy, and even when we're not doing anything, we're always sparring, so we all have a good appetite!"

This isn't a problem with appetite at all!

These people's mouths are opening beyond the limits of their mandibles, aren't they? Won't this lead to temporal bone disorder?

I always thought Luffy eating was an exaggeration in the manga, but I never expected One Piece to be a realistic manga about professions!

There was no other way but to call in outside help!

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