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

This girl is truly gentle and considerate; she's the most reliable partner in every sense of the word!

By this time, I had changed into a new, custom-made outfit, and my spirit and energy were completely different.

As a sheriff, what is the most important thing?

It's majesty!

So how is authority demonstrated?

Unfathomable, that is its majesty.

Intellectually speaking, let alone in this small town, even on this entire planet, probably no one can match my intellectual depth. Behind me stands a great civilization spanning five thousand years, a civilization whose mystery is inherent. Let alone five thousand years, I don't even dare to know much about things from just a few decades ago; you can imagine how mysterious five thousand years ago was.

Therefore, physically concealing my expressions and movements is a further way for me to project an air of mystery.

The clothes I was wearing, apart from the inner lining and trousers similar to the synthetic fiber clothing I was wearing, mainly consisted of a large outer robe.

This outer robe is similar to a combination of the wizard's robe in Harry Potter and the divine robe in Naruto. It has a fitted cuff and a flowing hem, which can both conceal what you are carrying and cover your limbs without hindering your movement.

The most important aspect of this type of robe-like clothing is its concealment. While wearing loose-fitting clothes may not inherently conform to the principles of concealment, true concealment requires the kind of philosophically-inspired bodysuits worn by superheroes.

However, my identity is that of the town's sheriff. There is absolutely no need for me to hide. This identity allows me to act openly and honestly in the sunlight, demonstrating the necessary deterrent power. A little bit of flamboyance is also permissible!

More importantly, this loose-fitting clothing provides ample cover for my movements. For example, wearing this clothing effectively conceals the arm armor on my arms, and even if two more pieces were added underneath, it wouldn't look out of place.

Next time, I can learn from the Assassin Brotherhood, walk openly towards the enemy under the cover of my sleeves, and then quickly reap lives and take their heads.

"Boss, are you sure this is the kind of uniform a sheriff should wear?"

Gray stared at him with envy for a long time before finally uttering those words softly. I could hear the jealousy in his voice.

"Nothing is true, everything is permitted." I silently put on the hood that came with my clothes, instantly transforming into a true hooded party member. The rapier on my First Dimension Right Arm Armor popped out instantly, completely concealing my appearance under my clothing.

Wearing this outfit, I always feel an urge to steal a golden apple or assassinate a pope. Maybe it's just my imagination.

The advantage of this clothing is that it provides reliable coverage and protection without affecting the flexibility of wearing it, while also allowing the user to easily put it on and take it off.

"I'll test it for a while first, further improve the shortcomings, and once the final plan is finalized, I'll make one for you too. If we both think it's okay, then we can promote it as the uniform for our ******** team."

I encouraged Gray, who was still dressed as Shishio, "Gilfred, the Batcave will still welcome you when you're discharged from the hospital..."

Ellie, who had just left, brought in a lunch and pushed open the door to find that the bed against the wall was empty, with only Gray lying on the bed with a blank expression... or rather, he had been expressionless the whole time.

"Grey, when did Marcus leave?" Ellie asked, displeased.

Gray stared blankly at the open window, recalling the scream of pain outside just moments before, and stammered awkwardly, "Just now... just now..."

Chapter 232 The Perch and the Appointment

"Marcus! I've finally found you!"

As I sat fishing by the river in the pasture, the sound of a small train suddenly rang out, its panting sound even drawing the attention of Gotz, who was working in the distance.

"Mayor? You've come to see me?"

I turned around in surprise and saw a short, stout figure peeking out from outside the wooden fence of the ranch, looking like he was sweating profusely from running.

When I escaped from the hospital, I slipped and fell while climbing through the window. Luckily, the window was on the first floor, otherwise I would have broken my leg like that school principal and been arrested and imprisoned.

I strongly suspect that Ellie also noticed me squatting on the ground, clutching my leg and grimacing, but out of sympathy, she didn't expose me and let me leave the hospital with dignity.

Leaving should be done with dignity, so as not to let down those years.

It's really my fault for being careless. I put on the divine robe and thought I could perform the Flying Thunder God Technique, but I forgot that there were no words like "Fourth Hokage" written on my back, and my injuries hadn't fully healed.

Since I hadn't fully recovered, I gave up the idea of ​​going elsewhere to freeload and obediently returned to the ranch, choosing the easiest job to do so in order to recover from my injuries and immerse myself in an endless cooking career.

Speaking of work, there's a lot I can do here!

For example, building houses...that requires Goetz; herding cattle and sheep...they can handle that themselves; harvesting and sowing...that's something we really can't do for now...

So after looking around, I obediently picked up my fishing rod and sat down by the river to start a new round of fishing.

“Dear Marcus, I heard from Dart that you’re planning to open a canteen in town?”

The mayor of the little train town sat down next to me, wiping the sweat from his chubby face.

I nodded casually: "Yes. There's a food shortage in town right now, so I'm using some of the ranch's output as subsidies to start a new business. With Mr. Dart's land and my cooking skills, this is no problem at all, so you don't need to worry."

As I was speaking, I flicked my wrist, and the fishing line, carrying a lively fish, leaped from the water and fell right into the fishing trap that the jay had set up earlier, from which it could never escape.

If it weren't mentioned, many people would probably forget that this fishing trap is M-shaped with a narrow opening in the middle, making it easy to get in but difficult to get out. Located in the river, it easily attracts fish to swim in.

"Tch... another sea bass."

This is the 14th bass I've caught!

God knows what happened!

When I set up the fishing and hunting area, the system showed that it could only catch medium-sized fish, but it didn't specify what kind of fish, so I didn't pay much attention to it. While the ecosystem in freshwater rivers isn't as complex as that of the sea, it still exhibits characteristics of biodiversity; I figured all sorts of strange creatures could be found there, so I sat down with great enthusiasm.

result……

Item Name: Sea Bass

Item Description: "Perch" is the common name for freshwater swimming fish belonging to the genus *Perciformes*. The order Perciformes, a subphylum of chordates, derives its name from perch. Many freshwater fish look very similar to perch, but they actually belong to different genera. Colonizers' Fishing Association friendly reminder: Don't be surprised if you catch one anywhere.

Nutritional content: 0.05

Physical mass: 0.03 kg

Risk of food poisoning: 10%

Aesthetics: -4

Melee damage per second: 3.5

Melee armor penetration chance: 10%

It's sea bass, not fish sauce...

Screw you!

What exactly does this attribute mean? Why does a fish have melee damage? Does this bass symbolize my status as the Salted Fish King? Whoever pulls out this bass will be crowned the King of Salted Fish Dania?

And this fish has a 10% chance of causing food poisoning? That's way too poisonous!

This message even went so far as to explain the origin of the bass, subtly telling me: the reason you keep catching bass is because there are so many kinds of bass, and many other fish look very similar to bass. It's definitely not the system targeting you!

...Nobody would believe that!

I fished relentlessly at the beach, practically digging out crude oil with my hook; now that I'm fishing in the river, they're stuffing me with bass. Isn't there any ordinary, peaceful fishing experience out there?

"Eat my salted fish spear!"

I yelled angrily and grabbed the sea bass, aiming it at Thomas's face. Unexpectedly, Thomas, despite his great strength, used force to overcome skill and caught the attack with his face in a brilliant and exquisite manner.

"Marcus, what are you doing!" Thomas wiped the fish scales off his face in a disheveled state, while the culprit bass nimbly leaped back into the river and disappeared.

"Sorry, I thought you could get away with it..."

I offered a half-hearted apology, then flung the fishing hook back into the river.

"Hey... Marcus, didn't you forget to put bait?" Thomas opened his mouth to remind him, then suddenly remembered why he came. "Oh right, I came to tell you something!"

"What's going on?" Good heavens, the fifteenth bass took the bait as I was speaking... This time I cast my line and flung the bass into the pond where the kappa was hiding, startling the little guy.

Thomas said tactfully, "Marcus, you've taken office as the town's sheriff now, shouldn't you spend some time fulfilling your duties? You haven't even been inside the town's police station yet, have you?"

Oh no, I forgot about that!

"Thomas, little fire... Mayor! I'm just busy with more important things right now. I always keep the sheriff's duties in mind! Don't worry!"

Did you just call me Little Fire something?

"Calling you Little Fire Dragon is a way of praising your vitality, it's my hometown dialect!" I said, spouting nonsense with a straight face.

Thomas glanced at me, unable to discern what I meant by "important." He was clearly just sitting there leisurely fishing, and even Gotz, who was right next to him, diligently working on construction and focused on production, seemed more convincing than I was.

Seeing that he didn't believe me, I reassured him, "Don't worry, Mayor. What could possibly happen in this small town? When Harris was in charge, didn't he also wear his police uniform and strut around town every day? It seems that you, Mayor, are more useful than him, who conserves your energy every day, aren't you?"

"That's right! I'm conserving my energy!" Thomas's chubby face immediately broke into a smile. This young man had actually come up with such a refreshing and unconventional excuse for his laziness; he was truly a promising talent! It's just that bastard Harris who keeps criticizing me!

"So don't worry. I think that police station in town is a waste of land, a dead-end job, and has no reason to exist. I'll draft an investment plan for you to review another day, and I guarantee it will revitalize this bad asset!"

Anyone with a discerning eye would know I'm making excuses to misappropriate public assets. But this small town doesn't have that many rules. My ranch has been empty for twenty years without anyone taking it over. If I could revitalize this asset and bring in some residents and new industries, that would be a truly meritorious deed.

"However..." Thomas changed the subject, turning to ask me, "Your idea of ​​developing the economy is good, but you probably don't have approval from the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission, right?"

...You guys also have State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission approval documents here? Did you or I time travel?

Chapter 233 Federal Background

"Township...if I may ask, are you socialist or capitalist?"

"What do you mean? I was talking about the approval document from the National Resources Industry Commission. What are you talking about?" Thomas asked, his eyes full of questions.

It's good that I didn't understand it. The feeling of two worlds suddenly overlapping is really strange; I thought something was wrong. Now it seems like it was just a coincidence, right?

"Mayor, now that you're here, could you explain these administrative matters to me? I'm not very familiar with the structure of this country," I asked humbly.

Seeing my serious attitude, Thomas nodded in satisfaction and said, "First of all, how much do you know about me, the mayor of Mining Town?"

"A wage thief in a remote, impoverished area."

"...You understand it very well." Thomas was about to boast about his identity, but I shut him down, and he couldn't find a reason to refute me.

"Ahem... Although my duties as mayor are relatively easy, overseas towns like Mineral Town form the basic units of the federal government. They are usually staffed with a mayor, a sheriff, and tax officials who make occasional rounds. However, our place is quite remote, so tax officials don't like to come here."

"I understand. It's an old, remote, and impoverished area, so it's acceptable to have more lenient policies." I replied casually.

"You sound like you're spouting official jargon all the time, Marcus. What exactly are you doing in Shining City?"

“Participating in politics is our basic right, how can you call that official jargon?” I retorted. “Speaking of which, with such loose management, isn’t the town practically semi-independent?”

“Alright…” Mayor Thomas was speechless again, so he had no choice but to continue, “Although our administration is relatively independent, our economy is subject to strict control. The Federation is a nation built on commerce, and many of its models have adopted the management methods of the original commercial system, placing great emphasis on assessment and performance incentives.”

"For example, in our Mineral Town, most of the supplies are transported by the Navigators' Alliance. The transportation, import and export of these goods need to be reported to the National Resources Industry Committee. This department will strictly monitor the output and consumption of every place. This is how the lifeline of every town is firmly in the hands of the federal government."

"Replacing administration with economics? What if someone doesn't comply?" I asked.

"That's a good question. Historically, small towns located at sea and inland have also tried to gain independence, and these places have legally made strong claims to independence. But without exception, these actions have all failed."

"Why? Is it military suppression?" I frowned. Could it be that this federal government also engages in military dictatorship? That's not good.