American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

"So we have to clean up the chicken manure from the entire farm tomorrow?"

Clark asked innocently.

"No!"

Locke gave a devilish smile, "It's to eat the blueberry pie Dio made."

"Hey!"

The moment the door closed, the pillow hit the door panel.

The moonlight flowed into the room again, shining on the two small beds side by side.

Clark whispered again:

"Dio, if I choose to become emperor, what will you choose to do?"

"You're so annoying, Clark!"

"Listen!" Dio turned around, his red eyes meeting blue ones. He spoke word by word, "If an idiot like you becomes emperor, it means this world is doomed. So, your future will really become like that."

"I will kick you off your throne."

Clark was stunned for two seconds, as if he finally got a satisfactory answer.

He smiled and showed two small canine teeth:

"Then let's put it this way! Dio, you can't die. You have to kick me off the throne."

"Fool."

Dio wrapped himself up like a silkworm cocoon again, "Who wants to talk to you?"

The room returned to silence. This time, no one spoke, only the steady breathing sounds gradually became synchronized.

But Dio, with his back to Clark, seemed a little dazed, his red eyes surprisingly bright in the darkness.

Choice

If that bastard Clark becomes emperor, the world will be ruined.

It would be better for me to be the one.

If the whole world turns into our Kent family farm, how much wheat can Dad harvest? How happy will that be?

Dio thought so.

but

The question arises again, if Clark doesn't become emperor, what should he do?

Dio didn't even dare to think about inheriting his father's farm.

He could not look forward to, nor could he imagine the day when Locke would pass away and he would take over Locke Farm.

And Dio preferred studying physics to being a farmer with Clark.

Gravity and the like are much more interesting than farming.

Thinking and thinking

"Clark!" Dio called out.

You actually plan to ask for his opinion?!

However.

"Hoo~ho~ho~"

Obviously, the very sleepy boy had fallen into a deep sleep.

"Heartless idiot"

Dio gritted his teeth and grabbed the corner of the quilt.

Do you seem to be suffering from insomnia?

He tried to count sheep, and all the sheep turned into Clark in golden armor; he tried to memorize the periodic table, and each chemical symbol twisted into the shape of a crown.

"hateful."

Dio jumped out of bed barefoot and tiptoed to the desk.

The moonlight illuminated the notebook he had secretly hidden, where a line of large characters was written:

Dior's Perfect Life.

[Option A: Physicist]

Dio nodded.

Maybe I can study time and space to go to the future and beat up that unfilial son.

[Option B: Farmer]

Dio shook his head.

As a grown-up, Clark estimated that he could do the work of two farms by himself.

Even if Dad really passed away, I wouldn't have to do anything myself because someone would do it for me, and I could get a share of Clark's money just by lying down.

And the third

The pen hovered above the paper, and the ink spread out into small black dots.

[Option C: Emperor]

Looking at the newly added options, Dio's mouth curled up.

To be honest, it was very attractive to him.

He remembered that being an emperor could exile others.

Glancing at Clark who was sleeping beside him, Dio chuckled.

If that day ever comes, he will definitely exile Clark to Antarctica to raise penguins.

I'll make you like the ice hole!

Chapter 28 Locke's bottom line

The morning dew was still hanging on the ears of wheat, reflecting golden light under the morning sun.

Locke walked along the ridges of the fields, one foot deep and one shallow, his boots making a squeaking sound as they rolled over the wet soil.

He took Clark and bent down from time to time to check the fallen straw.

After all, the heavy rain and the monster's rampage last night caused damage to a lot of oats that were about to mature.

As for Dior?

Dio should still be sleeping. For some reason, the child couldn't be woken up no matter how many times I called him in the morning.

He refused Clark's invitation to get up by snoring like a pig.

"That boy"

Locke wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked back in the direction of the farmhouse. "What did you do last night?"

"I couldn't even bear to eat the blueberry pancakes."

Clark swallowed hard at the mention of pancakes.

He ate four servings by himself this morning, including Dio's portion.

"It's okay Uncle Locke, I can do Dio's job."

"Clark," Locke said helplessly, "just spoil him."

Reaching out and pulling Clark to his side, he carefully observed Clark's expression.

The sunlight shone on the boy's curly face, giving it a golden edge.

Although still a little pale, the blue eyes have regained their former brightness.

The effect of Kryptonite is almost negligible.

"Clark, stay away from those green stones from now on." Locke said solemnly, "If someone approaches you with that kind of stone, the first thing you see is that you should not engage in close combat, even if you want to throw the stone at them. Do you understand?"

“That stone.”

"It takes your power away."

"It dulls your senses, like"

Clark shuddered at the words, remembering the terrible feeling of powerlessness he had felt last night.

It was as if someone had pulled out all his bones!

At that time, even breathing became a luxury.

"But Uncle Locke." He blinked in confusion, "If a bad guy threatens you and uses a green stone."

"Then we should keep our distance!"

Locke suddenly raised his voice, scaring away the sparrows on the edge of the field.

"Listen, Clark." He bent down and picked up a handful of soil, letting the brown particles fall through his fingers. "Farmers know that when dealing with a locust plague, you can't just rush into the swarm and swing your fists."

"Use smoke to disperse them first."

"So." Clark slowly clenched his fist, "If I see a green stone."

“Just think of it as a barn on fire.”

Dio's voice suddenly interrupted.

At some point, he had followed the two of them, still eating half a pancake in his hand.

"Any idiot would know to sound the alarm or find water first, rather than rushing in to save a bag of oats and getting themselves hurt."

The blond boy took a vicious bite of the pancake, his red eyes like two dancing flames in the sunlight.

He had two buttons on his shirt wrong, and his hair was a mess—

He had obviously gotten up in a great hurry.

Locke raised his eyebrows: "Finally got up?"

"Stop nagging me! You old man who can't even wake me up!" Dio stuffed a pancake at Clark and turned to walk towards the fallen wheat field. "I'm here to supervise the big guy's work!"

Looking at the warm pancakes in his hand with blueberry jam on the edges, Clark smiled, his blue eyes curved into crescents:

"Dio, thank you."

"Shut up! Eat your pancakes!"

".oh"

The arrogant Dior and the natural Clark.

Locke just found it funny.

I really want to know what these two kids will be like when they grow up.

"Hey"

"You two." Locke stopped and pointed to the center of the wheat field. "Look at that ear of wheat."

"?"

They stopped at the same time and looked in the direction of the finger. Among the countless fallen oats, they saw a plant standing stubbornly.

Its ears of wheat are full and drooping, swaying gently in the morning breeze like a proud general.

"Wow!"

"Cool!"

Clark trotted over and carefully touched the ear of wheat. "It's so strong! Does uncle want us to be like it?"

"Have you all learned to answer quickly?"

Locke couldn't help laughing and said, "Clark, you've grown up too."

"But what I want you to see is..."