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

The sudden sound caught my attention, and my thoughts jumped quickly from Irish bagpipes to Scottish men's kilts to the Welsh Goat Protection Society, and then to the privateer fleet, a specialty of England, confirming that a ship was approaching and sending a signal to its destination in advance.

Looking up, I saw a ship bobbing on the horizon, its top fully visible, and wisps of white smoke rising from it, proving that it was the source of the earlier whistle.

Zach, who had been disguised as a statue all afternoon, jumped up from the beach and magically produced two flags from his person, waving them rapidly!

...Wait a minute, this guy was only wearing shorts and a tank top, where did he hide a flag that big?! A four-dimensional chrysanthemum?!

A ship with dark stripes on its hull suddenly appeared. As it drew closer, I could tell that it was much smaller than the cargo ships that usually came and went, only similar to the yacht that Gu Le Gu had sailed over.

The ship was incredibly fast, like a galloping horse on the sea, riding the waves as if they were flat land, leaving a broad trail behind it. In the blink of an eye, it left the waves lingering in the sea behind and approached the isolated island with practiced ease...

"It's the Pegasus!"

As the cruise ship approached, Zach excitedly stood on the dock, waving his hands to welcome the ship's arrival.

I reached out and poked him in the back. "I've been curious for so long, shouldn't you tell me who came?"

Zach excitedly told me, "Kay's back! Kay's back!"

Who is Kai? Has this character appeared before?

Let me check out the character relationship chart first...

"Hmm... I found out... Is it that outstanding young man who made you feel ashamed and hide on the island, afraid to face reality?"

Zack roared, "What kind of nonsense are you remembering?! I'm welcoming a comrade returning from a long voyage! Do you even know what a comrade is?!"

Ah, I know, I know. Companions are just stumbling blocks on your path of life, the sooner you eliminate them, the stronger you become—this explanation does explain why characters often become three times stronger after turning evil.

It seems that bonds are meant to be discarded!

Hey, if Kai's back, doesn't that mean...?

"The TV is here! My TV is here!"

The two men were talking about completely unrelated topics, yet both were pointing at the same visitor, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the ship.

…………

"long time no see!"

A dark-skinned young man leaped off the deck, his movements predictably agile. He wore a purple headscarf and grinned broadly at the grinning Zack, his sunny disposition radiating the warm, cheerful energy of summer currents and monsoons.

Hmm... he seems taller, younger, more muscular, and more outgoing than me. Luckily, I'm still way ahead of him in terms of looks, otherwise I would have completely embarrassed myself today...

They probably won.

"Why are you so late! You should have arrived an hour earlier according to the flight path! I thought you'd been carried off by a sea lion!"

Zach pounded on his shoulder, as if trying to smash him... Could it be that Zach was also provoked by Kay and was deliberately retaliating?

Kai, unfazed by the damage, chuckled, "Two guests boarded the ship today, one of whom was a bit seasick, so I slowed down a bit. Don't worry, with the Pegasus's top speed, it'll easily outrun the storm!"

At this point, he asked Zack curiously, "By the way, I haven't asked you yet, who is this guy next to you...?"

"That... TV?" All I could think about was the TV that was about to arrive.

Just as Zack was about to make his introduction, a deep male voice, trying to sound alert, rang out from the ship.

"...Captain Kai, I'm sure the person we're looking for is on the island. Take us there quickly."

This time it was Zack's turn to be curious. "Kay, tell me first, who else is on the ship?"

Zach was also eagerly waiting for Kay to explain, but he immediately followed up with his own words.

Then, an excited woman's voice rang out.

"Yes! We're looking for the famous Mr. Marcus from this town!"

Chapter 592 Informal Interview

For a moment, I couldn't quite connect myself with the word "famous." Whether looking at it in the long term or the short term, I haven't done anything that has made me widely known, have I?

But the other party directly gave my name and traveled a long distance to come here. If it really is a scam... the cost of such a scam is too high.

The woman who stepped ashore first exclaimed, "Great news, Mr. Marcus! We've finally found you!"

She took a business card from her bag that read "Elliott, reporter for Federal Overseas Television".

I took a look and couldn't help but exclaim, "She's actually a real reporter! So young!"

The young woman replied shyly, "Actually, I'm a newly promoted intern reporter, and this is my first time going out on an interview alone!"

"Eh? And who is this person next to me...?"

With such an inseparable presence and seemingly light-footed movements, could I possibly be seeing a Stand user?

Unlike the petite female reporter Elliott, the man who disembarked later, with a pale face, was much taller and more imposing, almost on par with Zach, the tallest man in the room, but without Zach's exaggerated muscles.

The tall man stepped forward and introduced himself: "Hello, Mr. Marcus, my name is Stuart, and I am her fiancé. The intern who was originally supposed to come with us for this interview couldn't make it, so I came with her, Elliott."

Thank goodness... Ever since I visited Mr. Basil's place last time, everyone seems like a Stand user to me...

After exchanging pleasantries with Zack, Kai came over and greeted me, "Hello, Marcus! They boarded my boat on the South Island, specifically asking to see you in Mineral Town, so I gave them a ride. I hope I didn't bother you!"

Putting aside whether it's bothering me or not, this sudden treatment has really left me feeling bewildered. How should a normal person treat someone?

"Come on, come on! Since you're here, I'll treat you to a lobster, abalone, and sea cucumber feast tonight. Two bottles of Moutai shouldn't be a problem, right? I used to raise a lot of scallops, but they all grew legs and ran away recently, and the rest naturally degenerated! By the way, how are you going to conduct this interview? Where's the video camera? Did you hide it?"

I clapped my hands and said, "Oh, I see. You're using hidden cameras to film a documentary, right? Okay, okay, then I won't ask anymore!"

The female reporter, Elliott, said somewhat awkwardly, "Uh... it's like this, Mr. Marcus, before we set off we didn't think it would be so easy to find you, so we left our camera equipment at home and didn't bring it with us. Today we can only use a written transcript to record things for now..."

I replied somewhat disappointedly, "Is there no photo opportunity? Then you can go back and get it; I'll wait for you here. You're a reporter, you must be very fast, right? As fast as Hong Kong reporters?"

"Why do reporters have to run so fast?" Elliott said, disgruntled.

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In Boss Dart's tavern.

The tables and chairs in the hall had been rearranged to form a circular, face-to-face space. The reporter and I sat facing each other, and just as the interview was about to begin, the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

Fortunately, Ms. Elliott demonstrated exceptional professionalism and was the first to break the deadlock.

"Mr. Marcus, how did you move to this town?"

Bringing up a topic and making the other person feel the need to share is a good way to guide them—while a bad example is probably saying, "Really? I don't believe it."

Okay, if I had to give an evaluation, this way of using words to directly insult someone's cheek is very effective at creating entertainment value—but that's all it is for entertainment value.

I organized my thoughts, "I moved here about three months ago, but I can't reveal the reasons or methods... You wouldn't want the federal immigration service to cause me trouble, would you?"

Eliot, who had been quickly taking notes in his notebook, suddenly stopped writing upon hearing this, then frantically erased most of his original words, turning them into a black mess.

Seeing this, the female reporter's fiancé, Stuart, glanced at his notebook and asked tentatively, "Would you like to talk about your hobbies?"

"Of course."

I said very bluntly, "My daily routine consists of wandering around town, chatting, eating, drinking, and so on. It's so boring, incredibly boring!"

"It's that simple?"

Miss Elliott looked disappointed.

I retorted, "Don't underestimate my daily routine. Let me tell you a secret, I'm also the acting sheriff of the town. I may seem to be doing nothing all day, but actually I'm out in plainclothes investigating and stopping illegal activities!"

Stuart keenly noticed my words and immediately asked, "Acting sheriff... so there's still a regular sheriff? Where did he go?"

"Uh... he was sentenced for stealing ore..."

The air in the tavern instantly froze.

The scratching sound of writing on the notebook suddenly stopped, followed by the snapping sound of the pen tip breaking due to excessive force.

"What's the point of that kind of supervision!"

Miss Elliott roared.

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During a break in our interview, Boss Dart had already taken Kay to the second-floor inn to stay, and Boss Dart took the opportunity to consult with the energetic Kay.

"Where are these two guests from?"

Despite having just returned from a long voyage, Kay showed no signs of fatigue and replied, "They're reporters from the TV station, here on my ship to interview Marcus. I can't believe that in just one year since I left, such an amazing person has appeared in town!"

Mr. Dart walked ahead at a leisurely pace, stood at the corner of the escalator and peered at me, stroking his chin as he said, "This is the part that puzzles me the most... I just have one question."

"Please speak, boss."

"...What kind of celebrity is this kid?"

After hearing this, the two looked at each other for a moment, and then walked to our table together.

Mr. Dart coughed lightly and said to the tall and imposing Mr. Stuart, "Gentlemen, how is your interview going?"

Mr. Stuart, perhaps suddenly struck up a conversation with a middle-aged gentleman, quickly stood up and gave a slight bow, expressing a polite gesture that was slightly exaggerated yet still tasteful.

"Hello sir, we are very sorry for taking up your space. If this has disturbed the tavern's business, we will do our best to compensate you."

There was nothing wrong with what he said, but even the few of us townspeople present couldn't help but suppress our laughter as we looked at Mr. Dart's ashen face.

The owner's little tavern is usually only frequented by drunkards; even rats wouldn't dare to patronize it. Plus, the fact that Lin cleans it spotless every day only accentuates its shabby appearance—if he still has the nerve to ask for compensation, he'll be utterly humiliating.

"That's not the issue..."

Dart's already bewildered expression deepened with his furrowed brows. "I am very grateful that you two have graced this small town and my humble tavern with your presence. I am simply curious what is it about Marcus that makes him worthy of an interview..."

Stuart immediately smiled, affectionately putting his arm around his fiancée, Miss Elliott's, shoulder, and said, "Although I don't know the details of this matter, as someone interviewed by a television station, she must have something special. You can rest assured, my fiancée is a professional reporter at the television station, and the interview was arranged by the station, so there will be absolutely no problem. Right, darling?"

At first, I was sitting with my legs crossed, watching them flaunt their affection in the pub. But from my angle, I could see Miss Elliott, who was leaning to the side as if shyly cuddling, was actually pawing the ground with one foot...

Hmm... is this a plan to carve out a three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment?

Chapter 593 My Second Brother is Invincible

Noticing his fiancée's stiffness, Stuart turned to her with concern and asked, "What's wrong, darling? Why are you shivering? Are you feeling unwell?"

Miss Elliott managed a weak smile. "It's nothing... I'm just a little seasick..."

Mr. Stuart said in bewilderment, "But you were perfectly fine on the ship just now, while I was the one who was seasick and felt like I was going to faint..."

As the host, a seasoned gentleman, Mr. Dart clearly understood the unspoken meaning and took the initiative to say, "Young man, you must show more care for a delicate lady. There are rooms upstairs where she can rest; please take her up there."