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

With a wave of my hand, the two police leopards quickly disappeared onto the beach to continue their glorious police work.

Look, first I fish to raise leopards, then the leopards work for me to earn money, and with that money I can hire people to fish, thus creating a closed loop in the industry.

Kai, who had a headache from being drunk yesterday, stared in disbelief at this scene and couldn't help but applaud.

I frowned at the guy who had scared the fish away. "What's there to get so worked up about? When you're old enough to work overtime and buy your boss a new car, you'll understand how fair I am."

"Haha, ouch...it hurts a little..."

Kay laughed, then clutched his head, throbbing from a hangover. "I went to the hospital yesterday. When do you think Zach will wake up?"

"Awake?"

I raised an eyebrow in confusion and said, "But Zack is already dead."

"died?!"

Kay's voice trembled with fear, "Could it be that Zach in the hospital is just a walking corpse, and will never wake up again?!"

"No, what I mean is that the old Zack is dead. What will appear in the future are Limit Break Zack, Killing Intent Wave Zack, Mythical Rebirth Zack, and Rise to Fame Zack. The rarity has probably been raised to SSR level. By the way, what is Zack's last name?"

Kay thought for a moment: "I think his last name is Schneider?"

"That's the director's cut of Zack!"

Kay wiped the sweat from his brow: "No wonder Gray told me not to take what you say seriously..."

Good heavens, how dare Gray slander me like this!

What do you mean I can't listen to what you're saying? Aren't my words thought-provoking? Aren't they profound yet subtle? Aren't they profound yet simple?

I said seriously, "So what if they're dead? Let me tell you, sometimes the dead are more useful than the living."

Kay, completely bewildered, said, "I don't understand, what does it mean?"

I said calmly, "Didn't you ask me why I was slacking off here and not doing anything? To tell you the truth, at the same time I summoned you back, I also sent a message to Gu Le Gu, telling them that on Black Tide Island, Zack has already died in his battle with Ultraman Jack, and Mineral Town is about to collapse due to the blockade..."

"What are you doing, Marcus?!"

"No wonder Gu Legu only attended half of the meeting before disappearing with his entourage!" Kai exclaimed.

"What else? Do you think you can save this place, or the entire island in the open sea, just by coming back by yourself? At least you should debut as an idol!"

Hmph, this is the ultimate move in my dark military strategy, Marcus—a desperate army will surely win!

It's important to know that all the sea routes around Mineral Town were established because of Zack's influence, who lives there. Zack can be considered a user of the "Face Fruit" without a missing arm or Shanks (whether he has a missing arm is still in doubt).

So the significance of this route is Zach.

If I didn't spread the word about using him, how could I possibly call back the carefree Gu Le Gu, or contact his former brothers who still cared about him? With these guys running at full speed amidst their grief, how could I be confident in carrying out the plan?

At this moment, Mineral Town needs nothing more than to let the bullets fly for a while.

Ultimately, it's all the fault of the Navigators' Alliance. Why did they have to hold the Navigators' Conference now, causing internal strife?

Hearing this, Kai said somewhat embarrassedly, "That's not what I meant... I know I'm not capable enough, which is why you need to resort to such a dishonorable method to seek help. But what if they find out the truth..."

I shook my head and sighed, "It's not your fault. If your Navigator Alliance had put in a little more effort and used your brains more, I wouldn't have to worry about this."

Kai sighed, "Well, it's the Alliance's usual practice not to intervene. Chairman Barbossa said the Alliance will not artificially intervene in minor economic fluctuations in the free trade market. Everyone also believes that if even such a small risk cannot be resisted, then Mineral Town will surely perish in the face of future major risks, and there is no need to rescue it at all."

Hmm... what kind of logic is this? Risk can be categorized by size?

So if I shoot myself with a small-caliber handgun every day, will I be able to increase my immunity to large-caliber bullets?

"Try to look on the bright side. In the end, when Gu Legu and the others find out that Zack is still alive, they might even have to thank us."

I patted Kai on the shoulder, then contentedly headed back with a large basket of fish and a fishing rod. "Let's go. Old Sebala was bragging that he can make fiberglass fishing rods. I'll have him upgrade mine sometime..."

Kay paused for a moment, waved goodbye, and then suddenly asked, "Wait a minute, why did you say... thank you 'us'?"

"Because the message I sent was in both of our names."

I smiled and said, "I told them that the reason you only reported Zach's serious injury was because you were afraid they would be too heartbroken, so you deliberately concealed the news of Zach's death."

"Don't underestimate yourself, you're very useful. Remember to explain next time you see Gu Le Gu."

Kay's mournful cry came from behind.

"Marcus, you tricked me!!!"

…………

I never imagined that among the fleet led by Zack back then, at least five people had become captains, and ten others were first mates and bosuns. The rest, including those who had retired from the business, were all running businesses related to the sea, just like Gu Le Gu, and each owned at least one ship.

All the goods at the dock were shipped out overnight. The current Rose Square is just an empty shell, still looking like the Harvest Festival. I think it's necessary to make a move amidst the busyness.

As for how good the results will be, that depends on how fast Gu Le Gu and his team can get them.

Zach probably never imagined that one day, when these ships of all sizes were running, they would have the effect of banners obscuring the sun and ships stretching for thousands of miles, just short of raising a white flag to avenge him.

Zack won people's hearts by treating them with sincerity back then. Now, Zack is sacrificing himself for the island and protecting his beliefs. His companions didn't even have the slightest doubt and instantly believed that Zack would do such a thing. This is undoubtedly the highest praise for an individual.

Nobility is the epitaph of the noble, shamelessness is little Kai's passport, I believe everyone can understand that.

As I passed Rose Square, I paid a brief look at the current state of the extended Harvest Festival and, as the town's sheriff, gave a speech, stating that we must comprehensively promote, coordinate, and integrate the efforts, ensuring they are consistently implemented and effectively carried out, accelerating development, proceeding actively and steadily, and rigorously implementing measures to make the first Harvest Festival in Mineral Town a resounding success.

Then Karen, citing disrupting market order, joined forces with Jay to drive me away.

Seriously, I've only been talking for less than two hours and they interrupted me. Are young people these days so impatient?

When I returned to the ranch, Gotz was already busy.

"Gotz, what are the survey results?"

Wearing a t-shirt, Gotz was busy carrying equipment, using a positioning device to locate several key points, and testing the stability of the foundation. He only turned around when he heard me speak.

“The foundation that Old Man Hook laid back then is very stable. The house happens to avoid the areas of quicksand and silt, so there shouldn’t be any problem in expanding it. It can probably be extended about three meters to the left and right.”

That's for sure. The original team consisted entirely of miners; judging geology was a basic skill for them. If a miner had struck an underground river or shale gas with their pickaxe, they wouldn't have survived to the day they had to escape.

Goetz added, "When Old Man Hook left, he gave me a copy of the architectural drawings, so design and fabrication are no problem. Are there any specific requirements for the interior?"

I pushed open the door and glanced at the simple, unpretentious interior—just a bed, a small table, a chair, and a mirror. I sighed, "My expectations aren't too high, but I should at least renovate it into a 1LDK (one-bedroom apartment)..."

"What DK?" Gotz asked curiously.

"No Death Coil! I mean, regardless of the size, it should at least have a one-bedroom, one-living room, one-kitchen layout, and maybe a bathroom. Do you know how long I have to hold it in when I go to a tavern to use the restroom..."

Gotz stared in disbelief: "What if you can't hold back halfway through?"

"...Do you remember, this place used to be a ranch?"

"Understood!"

Gotz immediately shut up.

I'll move the things out of the house first, so that Gotz can take advantage of the sunny weather these next few days to finish the construction and further renovate and expand the ranch house. The technological upgrade is urgently needed now; we can't let this fundamental weakness hold us back.

"By the way, Gots, are you afraid of ghosts?"

Gotz shook his head, puzzled. "What the hell are you talking about? Is it the embodiment of the dead's soul, or a concrete manifestation of the impression of fear?"

"??? What are you talking about?"

"Does this ghost have a physical form? And is there any necessary connection between it and humans? If not, then it should be an indescribable existence. Of course I'm afraid, but not in the way you're thinking, because this fear is more similar to the fear of humans..."

...After all you've said, I can sum it up in one sentence: I'm afraid of ghosts, but they haven't hurt me at all; I'm not afraid of people, but they've beaten me up badly.

"Uh... actually, I was just reminding you not to touch that mirror during construction." I pointed to the elegant mirror placed against the shade of a tree in the yard.

If this thing causes any more problems, a hundred ghosts will parade on the spot.

"Don't worry, I stopped believing in these things a long time ago."

Gotz smiled and raised his hammer to tap a nail. "If there were really ghosts, I would have seen them long ago."

Looking at Gots, who seemed a little sad, I still wanted to say something unpleasant: tell him not to get his hopes up, because it would definitely not be what he expected.

It's like when someone tells you that you have royal blood and that your second brother is invincible when you first transmigrate.

But before you could be happy for long, you discovered that you were Li Jiancheng.

Chapter 677 Harvest Festival in Mineral Town (Key Battle)

I stood in the courtyard of the woods and saw an autumn wind sweep through the trees, causing a flurry of yellow leaves to fall. The leaves were then swept up by the wind and swirled half a meter before finally settling quietly on the ground.

The autumn sun slanted across the bushes, gently filling them with vitality. At this moment, the sound of the wind rustling through the pines in the valleys could not be discerned whether it was the rustling leaves on the branches or the withered branches crushed by the soles of the two people's shoes.

"Boss, why did you come up the mountain? And why did you tell Grandpa you were going up there to study some martial arts?"

Gray followed behind me with a pained expression. His injuries, which had not yet healed, had completely turned into internal injuries after a night of alcohol abuse.

But who's to blame? Who saw Bertholdt as if he were their father's killer, insisting on a drinking contest to determine the winner?

Gray didn't say anything, just looked at me resentfully.

...Uh, okay, although it's partly because I forced him to stay up all night researching microelectronics, even if I had a 1% fault, doesn't Gerfrid himself bear 99% of the responsibility?

"Don't be so sad, Gray. A little illness can't possibly defeat a professional martial artist like us!"

I waved my fist, trying to encourage him. "Think about it, how many martial arts masters have had their meridians severed and lost all their skills, yet they've recovered the next day, and some have even reached a higher level. Not to mention, there are those who have had their tendons severed, or even their vocal cords cut, yet they've still managed to develop unique skills like spitting phlegm at their enemies and throwing green hats at them. It's absolutely insane!"

Gray said helplessly, "I've never heard of any of this, and it's just pure thuggery... My situation isn't that bad, I just need to recover as soon as possible!"

He swayed, then tiptoed and leaped upwards with all his might, but the force from both feet was uneven, and he collapsed to his knees, feeling weak and powerless. "You see, this feeling of helplessness is awful. I need to become stronger..."

I patted him on the shoulder: "You're definitely not right. Dr. Dort told me that your injury kept recurring during your hospitalization, and he suspects that you secretly got up in the middle of the night to exercise, causing the injury that was recovering that day to worsen again."

Gray was a little embarrassed: "Dr. Dort did find out after all... What did the doctor say?"

I immediately replied, "Doctor!"

Gray: "..."

Reaching the edge of the cliffs of Mount Mades, I gazed at the thousands of trees and rocks standing majestically at my feet, with the clouds and mist completely left behind. All that came into view was the lagoon halfway up Mount Mades, its surface as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the sky and clouds. It seemed that with the slightest movement, the lake would undergo a thousand changes.

I climbed onto a rock, put my hands behind my back, struck a pose of a master, and temporarily pasted the character "卷" (juan, meaning roll) onto my chest.

"I brought you here to understand the principles of martial arts, otherwise you would have gone astray sooner or later if things continued like this."

Gray also reached the top of the cliff. His clothes fluttered in the howling mountain wind, and his expression gradually calmed down. He sighed and limped to sit on a rock.

"Boss, what do you think I should do?"

"Wait, your mind isn't at peace yet. Answer me a question first: look at the scenery in the lake. Is it the clouds moving, or the water?"