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

Mr. Dick explained to me with great delight, and even wanted to order two drinks to celebrate with me, but Mr. Dart glared at him and shut him up.

Well, this guy in front of me is just gloating. He's probably been wanting to get rid of Harris for a long time, and getting rid of him openly is definitely a great thing for him.

"Mr. Dick, how do you plan to repay me? Look, Sebala is going to upgrade my ranch, you have to show your appreciation, right?"

Now that we've come this far, I'm no longer sleepy. Since I've helped, it's not unreasonable for me to ask for some reward, is it?

Mr. Dick's face stiffened, probably not expecting anyone to ask for a reward. But being a proud man, he quickly smiled obsequiously and leaned in, whispering, "I'm a bit short on cash lately. How about I introduce you to my daughter when she gets back?"

...I'm asking you for payment, and you want to use your daughter to pay off my debt? Are you like Yang Bailao or am I like Huang Shiren?

And your daughter is almost forty years old! Why would I, a young and handsome man like Huang Shiren, want to snatch a forty-year-old Xi'er?

“Father-in-law, this man looks like he’s trying to steal your son-in-law!” I immediately reported to Boss Dart.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Dart immediately frowned and glared at Mr. Dick. After a while, he realized he had been tricked, turned his head and glared at me fiercely, exuding an aura of shared hatred with Mr. Dick.

Why is everyone in this town such a doting father?

Chapter 210 Appointment

As they were talking, the room gradually returned to its lively atmosphere.

“Marcus, say something! Are you going to see my daughter or not?” Mr. Dick looked at me sincerely, while Mr. Dart turned and glared at him angrily.

"Don't make things worse, my head is killing me," I said weakly, slumped over the table.

Mr. Dart asked me, both amused and annoyed, "Didn't you start this? Why are you silent now?"

I pointed to the wine glass on the table: "I just took a small sip, and I feel a little dizzy. Is this wine fake?"

"If it's fake liquor sold to Dick, do you think you'd get drunk?" Boss Dart looked at me coldly.

Mr. Dick, who had been watching the show, was suddenly startled by these words: "Dart! You tricked me!"

"Anyway, the wine was bought from your house. If you're so capable, why don't you go back to your own house and drink it? If you don't buy it from me, you won't even get any light wine."

Mr. Dick had been placed under a no-drinking policy at home; not only was he forbidden from drinking alcohol, but he was also forbidden from entering the wine cellar. In this respect, he had repeatedly expressed his envy of Sebala.

Old Sebala, without a wife to keep him in check, drank himself into a stupor every day and could even beat up Gray to relieve his boredom. In contrast, Dick himself was restricted in his personal freedom every day, spending his own money to drink watered-down liquor from Boss Dart, and his daughter had been gone for over ten years and had never returned.

From this perspective, the impeccably dressed Dick is more of a loser than the slovenly Sebala.

"Mr. Dick, does your daughter really never come back? Is she studying or working there?" Thanks to Bear Grylls's physique, I quickly recovered from my drunken state.

I didn't drink for no reason. My wounds are healing quickly, and using alcohol to speed up blood flow isn't inappropriate. Looking at the system interface, I saw a new status indicator with a warm pink color: Alcoholism.

“Anzo was supposed to go to university, but by some twist of fate she ended up working for a company. She hasn’t come back since. My husband and I visit her in the city about once a year.”

Although Mr. Dick was well-maintained, with neatly trimmed hair and eyebrows, wrinkles were still visible on his forehead and around his mouth when he spoke. In fact, he was quite a bit older than Mr. Dart, and psychologically closer to the old man Sebala.

"Why don't you come back?" I asked.

Mr. Dick grabbed his glass, took a swig, and looked at me with a meaningful gaze, as if to say, "Why are you asking the obvious?" But he offered no explanation: "It's too much trouble. I came to town because I was tired of all this social salon stuff..."

...As a result, you gave up salons and parties but couldn't give up drinking. Isn't that just taking the dregs of the problem?

“Dart, you’ll face the same dilemma in the future… Your old father has no one to keep him company, and your daughter doesn’t want to come back…” Boss Dick said drunkenly.

Boss Dart glared at him: "No, Lin is a very sensible child."

Mr. Dick ignored her and continued, "Just you wait... I knew my father was being disliked from the moment she preferred to wash her clothes separately rather than mix them with mine... Waaah..."

Can someone throw this drunkard out?

Now I understand why Mr. Dart would dilute the liquor with water and then sell it to Mr. Dick at a higher price.

Every day, they come here to get drunk and act crazy, while simultaneously launching a barrage of psychological attacks. Who can stand that?

Boss Dick unleashed his Dark Eyes!

Boss Dart is in chaos and unable to move!

Boss Dick unleashed Dark Wave!

The effect is outstanding!

Dart's boss has fallen!

“No… Lin…” Boss Dart clutched his chest and leaned against the bar, his mind deep in thought. He was shocked by the plot of being abandoned in old age and suddenly began to regret his bad attitude towards his daughter that morning.

"Otherwise... I'll take Lin on a trip next month..." Boss Dart thought to himself.

Just as everyone was dead silent and I was at a loss, someone rushed in through the door, slumped into a chair with a thud, and was breathing heavily.

A wild Thomas the Tank Engine has appeared!

"Thomas, what are you doing back here?" Boss Dart stood facing the door and immediately saw the person who came in. It was Mayor Thomas, who had disappeared after dropping the bombshell that morning.

Thomas pointed at me with a shocked expression, panting and unable to speak, looking just like... Wang-chan who was constantly sticking out his tongue from the heat!

Me? I looked at his fingers, trying to guess his intentions.

"Mayor, are you saying... there's only one truth?"

Thomas the Tank Engine shook his head frantically, but still couldn't speak. He then pointed to the notice on the wall.

"Then... I'm determined to become the Pirate King?" Could it be that I'm going to become a Pirate Supernova?

Thomas waved his hand, pointing to his chest.

"As long as the truth comes out, you'll have a clear conscience?" Even though you say that, there's no locked-room murder case here.

Thomas's face flushed with anxiety. He frantically unhooked his breast pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. Judging from the handwriting, it was a government document that had just been sent via telegraph and stamped.

Mr. Dick tried to snatch it, but being a bit slow due to his drunkenness, Mr. Dart quickly grabbed it and started reading first.

"Boss, what does it say? Read it to us!" Dick and I looked at him with dissatisfaction, demanding that the gossip be shared and not kept to ourselves.

Boss Dart skimmed through the document, and even he looked shocked, slamming the document down on the table. Then he made the same wide-eyed expression as Xing Jiurou.

Boss, are you trying to send me to Africa?

"See for yourself."

Before I could even take it, Boss Dick snatched it away. He opened his bloodshot, drunken eyes wide, trying to read the words, but his eyes only widened further…

Another Xingjiu meat scandal?!

You also want to send me to Africa?

I took the document and saw that it still contained only a short paragraph. As I read it, my expression changed.

"Huh?" My eyes widened, and I made the exact same expression as Xing Jiurou. This document was like a Xing Jiurou generator; everyone who saw it had the same expression. Based on this alone, I even suspected that Thomas had inadvertently produced a meme. So, as a member of the *******, should I contain it immediately?

The crumpled document contained a passage that, stripped of its flowery language, essentially stated: Due to the negligence and abuse of power by former Mineral Town Sheriff Harris, he is now in custody. Townsman Marcus, for his whistleblowing and intervention, deserves commendation and is hereby awarded a Third Class Bronze Medal of Honor. He is also appointed acting Sheriff of Mineral Town, with the same salary and benefits as the permanent sheriff, and will begin receiving his salary this month.

Even the four Xing Jiurou in the tavern, with their mesmerizing stares, looked at each other, and finally all turned their gazes to me.

I shook my head, trying to avoid looking at these humanoid mental pollutants in front of me. What lingered in my mind were the bewitching sound of the erhu and a strange phrase:

"From today onwards, I am the only black-robed constable in this town?"

Chapter 211 Give Me a Cucumber

"That's roughly the situation, Ellie."

Ten minutes later, instead of returning to the ranch after leaving the tavern, I limped back to the hospital on crutches and handed the new clothing design sketches to Ellie.

“Marcus, the clothes are fine to make... but is the design really okay?”

Ellie looked at the clothing designs on the paper and showed a puzzled expression.

I quickly folded the paper and stuffed it into her pocket: "Don't worry about it, don't worry about it. Starting today, I'm the town's sheriff, so it's only natural for my clothes to be a little more recognizable."

Then I greeted Gray, who was in the hospital bed: "Gray, isn't your grandpa here?"

Ellie smiled and said, "Old Sebala just barged in reeking of alcohol, and I kicked him out. How could I disturb the patient's rest like that?"

"Yes, such a scourge absolutely cannot be put in the hospital!" I echoed righteously, quickly and secretly checking myself for the smell of alcohol. "It's all because Boss Dick was drinking too close to me earlier, and now I smell of alcohol on me too. Ellie, you won't misunderstand, will you?"

Upon seeing my explanation, Ellie chuckled. "Karen told me before that your alcohol tolerance is about the same as hers."

"Hehehe..." I scratched my head and said to Gray across the hospital room, "From today onwards, I am the only constable in this town. You should also recover quickly. I appoint you as the only constable in town!"

After saying goodbye to Ellie, I limped back to my ranch.

…………

The pasture paths seemed exceptionally long today, the soft shadows of the trees casting dappled patterns of light and shadow on the ground. A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, carrying a fresh and moist scent, and the entire town was softly enveloped in the warm spring sunshine, creating a languid afternoon atmosphere.

In this languid weather, I felt an urge to take a nice afternoon nap for the first time.

After all, I haven't had a proper night's sleep since arriving in town. Aside from all the worries during the day, I'm also bombarded with all sorts of bizarre videos at night, with 12 episodes a day, each an hour long, playing on a loop in my head for a month.

After yesterday's fierce battle, I truly felt physically and mentally exhausted.

"Just a short nap, it should be fine, right..."

The more I thought about it, the sleepier I became. So I walked straight through the pasture and back to my own cabin. I quickly threw down my cane, collapsed onto the hibernation pod, wrapped myself tightly in the blanket, and listened to the birds chirping and insects buzzing outside the window until I gradually drifted off to sleep.

Just as the little boat of my dreams was about to dock on the other side of my dreamland, a series of urgent knocks sounded at the door.

The knocking wasn't forceful, nor was it loud, but it rang out continuously at a cyclical and steady frequency, like the rhythm of a ping-pong ball falling on a table, one wave after another.

For someone like me living in extreme poverty, this sound was like someone hammering me on the head. For as long as the sound lasted, it felt like a small hammer was hitting my forehead.

I was in a rush when I got back and didn't close the gate. But who's so inconsiderate, coming over in the middle of the day to disturb my sleep? Don't they know that sleep deprivation can lead to sudden death?

I covered my ears and rolled over, intending to pretend I hadn't heard anything and let the person knocking leave on their own.

The sound showed no sign of stopping and continued to ring out. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and angrily got up to open the door, only to hear the sound coming from the doorway. The sound was thin and shrill, like a child speaking in a pinched voice.

"Hello, are you there?" The voice from outside had barely entered when I skillfully sprayed it back.

"Not here, get out!"

The noise at the door stopped for a moment, then resumed its restless activity.

I walked angrily to the door, slammed it open, and prepared to greet the guest in a refined and courteous manner.

When they arrived at the entrance, they found the outside completely empty, just the same vast, desolate pastureland, exuding a sense of quiet, untamed desolation. Unlike before, however, the thriving strawberries and radishes covered the barren land, gradually spreading a dazzling vitality.

Behind the vast fields lies a winding, rushing river, its clear waters irrigating both banks before joyfully flowing towards the sea. Near the riverbank in the pasture, there is a tranquil pond, its surface calmly reflecting the clouds and birds in the sky, leaving no trace.