A farming master in Stardew Valley

Chapter 814: The Church's Protection

"Don't worry. Although the church will not interfere in the society of ordinary people, it will not forget your dedication. At least we can guarantee that the extraordinary people will not pose any threat to you." Bishop Owen comforted.

"Yeah." Lyon nodded with a smile, then silently took out a watermelon and handed it to Bishop Owen.

"Thank you to Bishop Owen's church. Since you're here, I'd like to invite you to try some of Red Star Farm's specialties."

"Watermelon? This is a rare fruit. I didn't expect that your farm can grow this kind of fruit." Seeing the big watermelon in Lyon's hand, Bishop Owen didn't know how many times he was surprised today.

"It has nothing to do with me. I just happened to get some soil that is within the native range of watermelons, so I was able to grow them," Leon explained.

"I accept the things. Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Lyon." Bishop Owen was not polite. He took the watermelon and thanked Lyon. Then the watermelon disappeared in his hands.

He must have some kind of storage ability or storage device. No wonder he was not surprised that Leon could take things out of thin air.

Afterwards, after all the high-quality melons and giant melons had been loaded onto the truck, Lyon also took out all the perfect quality melons and put them into the truck. Bishop Owen then left first with his entourage.

After all, he still had to go back to hand over the melons and personally escort them back to the church.

But before Owen got in the car and left, Leon noticed him standing next to the fence at the entrance of the farm, took out a golden ship-shaped symbol seal, and embedded it on the fence.

After doing all this, he got in the car and left.

As the car led the way and the van followed, the originally bustling Red Star Farm returned to peace again. Leon was about to go and see what the mark left by Mr. Owen was like when Django's voice suddenly appeared and scared him.

"Leon, your farm is now under the protection of the church. Congratulations."

"You didn't leave?" Looking back at Django, Leon originally thought that this guy got on the truck and left.

"We haven't paid yet." Django explained, looking at Leon helplessly. At the same time, he was wondering if his presence was that low. He had been standing by the field waiting for Leon to finish chatting with Bishop Owen, but Leon hadn't noticed him.

"Oh, sorry, Django, my attention was drawn to that mark before." Lyon pointed awkwardly at the ship-shaped symbol on the fence at the distant entrance that reflected a golden luster. He had already remembered that this was the totem representing Yuba.

"It's okay." Jiang Ge expressed his understanding. After all, if he encountered such a good thing, he would be so happy that he would be at a loss as to what to do.

But the next second, he was stunned, because Leon actually asked what the use of the church's protection was.

After a long sigh, Jiang Ge suppressed the speechlessness in his heart and explained patiently.

"As everyone knows, the church's existence, in addition to maintaining people's faith in Yuba and pacifying the relationship between non-human races and humans, is most importantly responsible for safeguarding the stability of most areas of this world. It maintains the stability of the protective barrier that Yuba has bestowed upon this world, isolating it from the invasion of those evil monsters.

The mark representing Yuba is the medium used by the church to communicate with these protective barriers. When the church leaves this mark made of special metal in an area, it means that this area has been included in the node of the protective barrier, so that the protective barrier near this node will be more stable and powerful.

At the same time, possessing this mark also declares to all outsiders that this is the territory favored by Yuba.

Without proper reason or permission from the landowner, any intruder will be warned or even directly expelled, which can be considered a security measure. With this mark, you don't have to worry about illegal elements raiding your farm at night, because the barrier will repel them.

"Oh, I see." Lyon suddenly understood.

It sounds very advanced, but in summary it is a fully automatic security system, which is indeed very useful.

"This is just one of the benefits. The deeper meaning is that with this mark, everyone will know your relationship with the church. No matter if they are government officials or royal nobles, they will treat you with courtesy. This is also a recognition of your identity. The conditions for obtaining this special blessing are extremely harsh, but now you have received it. It seems that your melon supply this time has won the reward of this summer carnival in advance." Django continued to explain, his eyes full of envy.

After all, with the protection and recognition of the church, if Lyon gave up the farm management and turned to politics at this time, he would at least start as a governor, or even enter the parliament and obtain a title granted by the royal family, and directly reach the top in one step.

"Just lucky." Leon waved his hand modestly, then pulled Django under the eaves to avoid the scorching sun in the sky.

"Want some watermelon?"

Since he's here, Leon has always been very concerned about maintaining his relationship with Django.

After all, Django sometimes helps, and he has always been very friendly to him, so the two of them can be considered friends. Although he came here for work, it is impossible for Leon to only talk about work with him.

"Watermelon? You're willing to buy such a luxurious fruit." Django was a little surprised when he saw the watermelon in Leon's hand.

"It's better to grow it at home." Leon looked at Django speechlessly and explained that he had to buy high-end fertilizers on credit, so where would he get the money to buy watermelons.

"Red Star Farm can grow watermelons?" Django was shocked when he heard this and immediately confirmed to Leon.

"Yes, but these seeds are a bit special. I'm not sure if they can be grown later." Lyon told the truth. The watermelon output this time should be related to the special soil that came with the seeds.

"Oh, I see." Jiang Ge was a little disappointed when he heard this: "If Red Star Farm can really provide a stable supply of watermelons, then you will become rich, Leon."

"I'll try it later." Leon replied, then took out the Galaxy Watermelon Knife, wiped the blade on his clothes, and then cut the watermelon neatly, took out a piece and handed it to Jiangge.

Looking at the bright red flesh under the green skin and the black seeds on the flesh, Jiang Ge took it and took a bite with a smile. The rich juice and crunchy taste instantly dispelled the heat that Jiang Ge had felt in his body under the scorching sun.

"Your watermelon is sweeter than any I've ever had." Gently spitting the seeds into his hand, Django praised sincerely, "Leon, you're amazing. You've grown watermelons in the Fingir Republic and even improved their taste. I believe you can become the first farmer to grow watermelons in this country."

"Who knows? We still have to see the actual situation later." Lyon also carefully spit out the watermelon seeds, also on his hands, because these seeds will need to be used to germinate and grow seedlings to see if they can be used as preparatory seeds for planting another crop of watermelons.

"I'm optimistic about you. Do you need me to get you a large constant temperature incubator?" Jiang Ge suggested. After all, although there are many ways to germinate seeds, the most convenient and efficient one is to rely on a constant temperature incubator.

"No, I only plan to try it on a small scale for now." Lyon waved his hand to decline the suggestion, because he didn't know whether the seeds in the watermelon could be germinated or whether they could bear fruit after germination. He wanted to try it on a small scale first and then consider whether it was worth planting on a large scale.

After all, he didn't want to spend all his time growing a batch of low-quality melons that were only the size of his fist. That would be embarrassing.

(End of this chapter)