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

...Can you tell me which restaurant abandons the standards of color, aroma, and taste in favor of focusing solely on sound, light, and visual effects? Is it *Cooking Master Boy*? I thought I'd just opened the wrong game, wandered from Harvest Moon to Atelier.

I rushed upstairs and saw Jeff sitting in front of his easel, lost in thought, with a half-finished painting in front of him. He didn't even bother to turn his head.

"Boss Jeff, there's a harvest festival in town in a few days. Remember to bring your goods to participate."

The other party did not react at all, as if they had lost their soul.

"Boss, did you hear that? And if you don't cook soon, your daughter is going to blow up the first floor."

"This is alarmist."

"Whatever happens to Karen," Jeff said listlessly. "Anyway, this is all part of her dowry, and I've saved enough money to send her to college..."

He actually seems indifferent to money? Is this the same miser I know from the streetlight?

"Boss, what's gotten into you? If you feel like you have too much money to spend, you can entrust it to me to manage! I'll burn paper money for you every Qingming and Zhongyuan Festival, guaranteeing you'll be incredibly wealthy in the afterlife..."

Jeff remained unmoved: "No. I've already realized that I can't beat Hoan in business. No matter how much money I make, he'll just take it all away. Why should I bother trying?"

Huo An?

Good heavens, this guy first took advantage of the chaos in the operations team, making Spyro, who never cared about money, grit his teeth, and then he ripped off Boss Jeff again. He's really riding high.

But no one expected that Jeff would be so devastated, that he suddenly had an epiphany and became devoid of desire.

"Boss, it's too small."

Jeff's face flushed red: "What do you mean 'small'? Don't talk nonsense!"

I declared righteously and firmly, "You've narrowed your perspective!"

Then I began to patiently persuade you, "Business is not only a competition of technology, but also a contest of vision and perspective. You've only lost one round; the outcome in other areas is still uncertain. In my opinion, instead of competing on investing in goods, you should invest in 'people'!"

Jeff's eyes wavered slightly: "That seems to make sense... Go on."

I continued, “Let me give you an example. There was once a businessman who risked investing in an imprisoned imperial prince, and in the end, he gained the position of imperial prime minister. Legend has it that even the young emperor who succeeded to the throne was his son.”

Jeff's eyes lit up: "There's such a good thing?"

...Boss, when you were young, was your surname Wang? Were you good at scaling walls and leaping across rooftops?

After I gave him a strange look, Boss Jeff sat back down in his chair, looking at me for five minutes before saying guiltily, "Ahem...it's all in the past, please don't let Sasha know..."

"There was also a merchant who invested all his wealth in a down-on-his-luck lord. Even his sister married that lord and wandered with him for most of her life. In the end, the lord successfully divided the country into three kingdoms, and the merchant also achieved great success and became famous in history."

I pointed to myself with some anticipation, "Look at this case, isn't it even more worth learning from?"

"roll."

Jeff's words were concise and to the point this time.

I said confidently, "Boss, what I mean is you can trust me this once. I'll show you the power of vision, and more importantly, I'll let you know the essence of business—it's about controlling everything..."

As I extended my left hand, making a grasping motion in the air, I exuded an air of dominance.

But at that moment, a burst of fire shot up into the sky from behind, accompanied by a rumbling sound as broken tiles and stones flew up to the height of the second-floor window, clattering against the exterior wall.

Jeff was stunned.

"...Kallen!!!"

So, one wall of the house was blown up, and Jeff, who needed to keep making money, joined my team.

…………

Secondly, there was Carter, who committed the sin of sloth.

"Father, wake up! God is wielding a spiked club and is about to enlighten you!"

Father Carter, who was fast asleep in the confessional, was suddenly shaken awake by me. He was still frantically wiping drool from his mouth with the back of his hand. He quickly came to his senses and said sternly, "Marcus, you mustn't say such blasphemous things!"

I replied seriously, "I think that having someone like you in the church is the greatest blasphemy against God."

Then I said directly, "There's a harvest festival in a few days, Father, you should come and participate."

Father Carter hesitated for a moment, then declined, saying, "The church generally doesn't participate in secular holidays like these."

"Hmm? It seems you know something, Father?" I asked curiously.

Father Carter said with some displeasure, “Of course, I know exactly what you’ve been doing lately. How many times has the Federation ignored warnings like this? Even Rhodes is joining in their nonsense. If this continues, I don’t think the ‘Afranstone Reconciliation Agreement’ will need to be implemented…”

I said, speechless, "What are you talking about? I was talking about the Harvest Festival..."

Father Carter chuckled. "Oh, it's a traditional festival in the Grams region. On this day, the townspeople share their harvest, trade what they need, and then drink heartily. Of course I know that."

"Then why can't we participate?"

The priest said helplessly, "Others can offer goods, but my church doesn't have anything to share. In the past, there were some believers who could be considered local specialties, but there's no precedent for openly buying and selling them..."

Shut up! You heretic spouting blasphemous nonsense!

I've found that whenever I come to this church, my faith level rises along with my anger, and I'm ready to send the guy in front of me to the stake at any moment.

“Father, I urge you to tell the truth quickly and stop making excuses—otherwise, God’s mace will be delivered to my hands by express delivery.”

Father Carter slumped into his seat and began his shameless act of utterly wasting his time.

"I'm just too lazy to go out...wouldn't it be better to sleep more? God needed to rest on the seventh day after creation!"

...God will be able to touch on the seventh day, and Qin Chuan will be able to touch on the same day, therefore Qin Chuan is God, and the so-called authority of the Holy Spirit Church has been stolen by Qin Chuan and Derich (sad).

"I have to be there that day, or I'll invite the seven Hilichurls behind the church. They'll definitely be happy to make friends with everyone, right? I'll also have the kappa perform some acrobatics and give a TV interview."

I threatened. Those seven dwarfs are incredibly enthusiastic; I don't believe they can resist such temptation. Then Carter's mission to cover up the twist point will be completely exposed.

Father Carter finally waved his hand helplessly, "I'll go, okay..."

…………

Finally, there was Sebala, who committed the sin of gluttony.

"Don't call me, I don't go to these kinds of events."

Old Sebala covered his ears, pretending not to hear, while vigorously swinging his hammer. "I still have a farm tool order to make. If I miss the deadline, it will be a disaster!"

I glanced at Gray and saw him shrug helplessly, indicating that he was powerless to do anything about it.

"Ok."

I turned and went out decisively, sighing, "I thought you'd be interested in the tequila and meat pies the caravan brought..."

"Count me in! Please!"

Chapter 671 Nagato Yuki and Astonishment

The second floor of the police station, inside the library.

The vast collection of books has been gradually organized and is now taking shape. They are categorized and placed on corresponding bookshelves, with labels attached to each category, showing that a great deal of effort has been put into their organization.

Even though it was just a temporary rural library, the Akalin girl still organized everything with almost obsessive-compulsive patience. Is this the legendary scholar's mentality?

It's truly astonishing.

"Is this book interesting?" I asked as I approached.

The weather was slightly cool, and the corners where the sun couldn't reach were even more shady. A girl holding a book and lost in thought wore a soft hat but didn't look up, as if my presence was perfectly natural.

Her obsidian-like eyes remained fixed on the book.

It was a very thick book, so thick that even if it were wrapped in a dictionary cover, it probably wouldn't arouse suspicion. However, it seemed that she had already reached the end, but her slender fingers were not turning the pages as frequently as usual, but rather moving them slowly, even hesitantly.

"Very special."

"This book...it's really thick." I tried to glean the title, "The Complete Works of Phenomenology of Spirit? What's that about?"

"Not a professional study. I just suddenly became a little curious about human thought processes."

Mary didn't look up. She slowly closed the book and said softly, "If you need, I can give you a list of one hundred more recommended books."

The girl's focused reading posture was so sacred that my interruption seemed too deliberate, further revealing my meddlesome question. So, somewhat embarrassed, I sat down in front of her, sinking into the comfortable little sofa with a contented sigh, and then…

I snatched the book from the girl's hand and started to ruffle the hat on her head, which looked really nice to the touch.

"Ahhh, this is my favorite hat!" the girl cried out in despair.

I said unhappily, "I can let you go, but first explain why there are still people in town who don't know who you are? Just how socially awkward are you?!"

Mary jumped up, snatched the hat, and said expressionlessly, "So what if we know each other... After a while, everyone will forget I exist anyway..."

"If you don't go out on your own initiative, won't everyone remember you even more?" I was speechless.

"Anyway, I can't be like Karen, so there's no point in trying..."

It's really heartbreaking. Is this why you're hiding here cosplaying Nagato Yuki? But what's with that vague resentment of yours? Could it be that the next volume of this book is about Nagato Yuki going berserk?

Sure enough, Kallen is the one in town who most resembles Haruhi Suzumiya. May I, Marcus Hollow, declare the Mineral Town SOS Brigade established today?

I can already picture Kallen, brimming with energy, saying, "I have no interest in ordinary humans. If any of you are aliens, time travelers, people from another world, or superpowered individuals, then come find me! That's all."

Um... to be precise, Jay is an alien! Could it be that's why he and Kallen hit it off?

The case is solved!

"Let's not talk about that. You have to attend the harvest festival in a few days, okay? At least you can interact with everyone and bring your hundred books to share!"

I have reason to suspect that a part of the Akarin girl's soul was extracted at the moment of her birth to become the Stand user behind her mother, which is why her own presence is so weak.

"Ah."

Mary did not object and continued turning the pages, but her fingers gripping the pages were now slightly tighter.

Why does she seem a little happy?

…………

I drove around the town, promoting the Harvest Festival almost one-on-one, making sure everyone in town would participate in the event.

Finally, my lobbying efforts circled back to Thomas the Tank Engine's house, where I forcefully persuaded him to contribute all the town's funds to support the event.

Initially, the mayor refused, because he said he couldn't just give me money; he needed to see the event take off and confirm that it was worth investing in.

But after I pulled out the business plan with a flourish, his expression wavered a bit, and he finally agreed to support the event with some hesitation.

In my plan, the operation of this harvest festival is essentially a barter system, using a simple and genuine form of trade to avoid malicious interference from the federal government.

I told the townspeople that the arriving caravan was a group of guests from the far west of the Federation. This suited the Brownpool tribe perfectly—a subtle blend of primitiveness and sophistication. Anyway, I wasn't worried they might reveal any secrets in their conversations—besides their accented common language, what else did they have in common?