This is a fun experience, indeed. Meeting unexpected individuals and building new experiences—this was primarily thanks to my daughter. In various parts of the city, beloved by all, Stacy creates all sorts of adventures and fun moments. Even if she occasionally gets into trouble due to her naivety, it’s something that can be forgiven with her youth and inexperience. As a father, it’s my job to correct and handle such things; nobility requires vast experience after all. As long as the same mistakes aren’t repeated next time, everything works out fine. And my daughter is wise enough not to repeat those errors. These experiences, which were initially balanced between positive and negative, are gradually transforming into positive ones.
Take today for instance. Fred mentioned that at the outskirts of the city, there was a farmer selling fruits to my daughter.
Strawberries and melons. Rare fruits, precious because of their limited quantity. Their sweetness is just an added bonus. It’s a shame for such valuable produce to be consumed casually on the streets.
The farmer must know his worth, and he probably gauged my daughter’s identity and played along accordingly. Regardless of his intentions, I express gratitude—not as a lord but as a father.
“Are you the farmer?”
A man named Minho appeared, striking in appearance. His gentle demeanor contrasted with sharp features, creating a face hard to forget. His eyes are unwavering, focused solely on Jack Coleman, the owner of this city.
“Yes, my name is Minho.”
“I see, Minho. Nice to meet you. I am Jack Coleman, ruler of this city.”
He sips tea leisurely, its floral aroma refreshing. No matter when, this tea always tastes good. The farmer remains still, showing no signs of tension despite the situation.
“Word has it you sold strawberries and melons to my daughter.”
If time permits, I’d like to establish a city-wide contract rather than personal dealings. A fixed supply chain would greatly benefit a small-scale farmer. Moreover, these sweet rare fruits suit our needs perfectly—for show or as luxury gifts.
“How much stock do you have?”
“What counts as ‘a lot’?”
“To clarify: how much can you consistently harvest?”
“About 10,000 every two weeks, I reckon.”
Ten thousand every two weeks? This guy runs a bigger farm than expected. Jack Coleman’s lips curl slightly upward.
“You’re quite the capable farmer. Can I see your goods?”
“Of course.”
Does he own a magic bag? Richer than I thought.
Out of thin air, musk melons and strawberries appear, their fragrance overpowering even the tea’s delicate aroma.
No wonder my daughter couldn’t resist. Their juicy sweetness would tempt anyone.
“The quality is impressive.”
“These are musk melons and strawberries.”
“Musk melons?”
“Even sweeter melons. Would you like to try?”
“I’d be delighted.”
With a fork, he gently slices the melon. The texture is soft, yielding effortlessly.
As soon as it enters his mouth, the overwhelming sweetness assaults his tongue. Juice bursts forth, carrying a fresh yet sugary scent.
Before chewing much, the fruit slides down his throat. The lingering sweetness stays far longer than expected, clean and pleasant.
Indeed, this refined sweetness fits the description well.
“Excellent.”
It’s a fruit worthy of any table.
“Thank you.”
Jack Coleman then picked up a strawberry. It wasn’t significantly different from regular ones—just a bit fresher, a touch sweeter. Just premium-grade strawberries.
Internally disappointed, he reminded himself not to ask too much from someone who brought such special melons.
Tapping his fingers on the table, a habit during deep thought.
“Would you consider contracting with us?”
“I’m all for it.”
There’s no better deal than snagging such a talented farmer before others notice.
Perhaps there’s an issue with his product, or maybe he’s just a newly emerged genius farmer. Either way, Jack Coleman plans to investigate quietly while securing him first.
First impressions matter greatly among nobles. Securing exclusive rights to such fine produce showcases true ability—a timeless luxury item that will always draw attention.
“For each melon, 20 gold coins. Each strawberry, 3 gold coins. If you maintain high quality consistently, I might raise the price.”
“Will you continue buying 10,000 every two weeks?”
“Naturally. Produce more, bring more. Combined total of 10,000, or 10,000 each?”
“Combined total now, but perhaps we’ll reach individual counts later.”
“The more, the merrier.”
An unexpected bountiful gain. Jack Coleman’s smile deepens.
Unbelievable! Melons worth 7 gold elsewhere are here at 20 gold? Triple profits?
Stroking his beard leisurely, Jack Coleman seems impressive. Every two weeks, 200,000 gold coins. Mixed with strawberries, it might not hit that mark, but at least 150,000 should be achievable. Monthly earnings could soar to 400,000 gold.
His head spins happily, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of joy.
Details were finalized with Alfred. We send a carriage every two weeks for inspections.
It’s a win-win contract for me.
Just recently, Abel celebrated over 7 gold per melon, but seeing 20 gold makes one speechless.
This is farming. The ultimate money-making venture unmatched by anything else.
Even planting 5,000 seeds daily leaves room for growth. With limited open spaces and insufficient gold to buy 35,000 weekly melons, 10,000 bi-weekly seemed reasonable. But if production grows, bringing more is always welcome. Gradual scaling feels right.
Experimenting with various crops, the direction becomes clear—luxury items seem best suited.
“Let’s keep this partnership strong moving forward.”
“My pleasure.”
They shake hands, concluding the deal. The wrinkled touch of the steward feels peculiar, likely due to his elevated mood.
The transaction finalizes in two weeks after returning from travel. Otherwise, he’d rush home to expand melon fields immediately. Though busier days lie ahead, they’re worth it.
Holding back some strawberries and melons proved rewarding. Initially meant as gifts, turning them into unexpected trading opportunities adds unique charm. New surprises emerge beyond what games offer.
Thanks to the hospitality, he stayed overnight within the castle walls. Expectations aside, nothing extraordinary happened except a child singing about melons and strawberries, demanding offerings in a strange tone. Modern eyes noticed differences between 21st-century hotels and medieval castles—awkward combinations of comfort and inconvenience.
As the 26th day of spring fades…
On the morning of the 27th, warm food sustains him as he departs toward the east—a lush flower-filled farm brimming with life. Into the land of fairies untouched by humans—the Fairy Farm.
Gradually, roads disappear, human presence dwindles, leading deeper into uncharted territory. Solitary travels remain monotonous.
By noon, he reaches the edge of the fairy forest. Crossing it leads directly to the Fairy Farm. Without compasses or maps, navigation relies solely on instincts. Fortunately, his minimap feature purchased for 500 gold ensures accurate positioning.
Camping alone under the night sky transforms green surroundings into deep blue darkness. Lighting a bonfire warms the chill, tools like flint demonstrating humanity’s ingenuity.
Despite alarms and vigilance concerns, he trusts his heightened senses honed through combat and fishing to safeguard his rest.
“Already the third day.”
First night camping with older men. Second night signing contracts in the castle. Third night walking to the fairy forest and camping.
Three days since the journey began. Tomorrow marks the fourth.
Listening to the crackling fire, enveloped by the soft embrace of his sleeping bag, sleep comes easily.
Morning without dreams feels refreshingly new. Consistently top-notch condition. Perhaps sleeping anywhere yields similar results? Unclear.
Minor noises last night posed no real danger. Fully trusting his instincts, he rested soundly.
Quickly packing up, breakfast finishes with a slice of melon—now worth nearly 3 gold coins. Enjoying its sweetness boosts his spirit, reminding why people seek comfort in delicious treats during tough times.
Today’s destination: Fairy Farm.
Traversing endless greenery, shadows deepen the vibrant hues. Around dawn’s warmth fading, finally spotting clusters of life and blooming flowers.
Finally reaching the Fairy Farm after trudging tirelessly.
“Human! Human!”
“How did you get here?”
Two tiny fairies flutter close, their translucent wings scattering sparkling dust in the sunlight.
“Hello.”
“Wow! Hello! You speak fairy language!”
“Do you understand fairy talk?”
Their lively enthusiasm embodies boundless energy. Fairies radiate vitality and cheerfulness.
“Seems like it.”
“Amazing! Incredible!”
“Why are you here? No, wait! Other beings shouldn’t enter! You might get punished. Hurry and leave!”
Can I really speak fairy? Quite convenient indeed. Mastering multiple languages proves beneficial.
“Here to obtain Sky Dew Fruit. Here’s a gift.”
Trading with fairies starts simply. Carrying strawberries and melons until the end wasn’t for nothing—they’re presents for these little beings.
Halving a piece of melon, he offers one to each fairy. Their expressions light up ecstatically.
Softly munching the melon, their adorable faces barely larger than a thumb. Enthusiastically devouring the fruit, their cuteness multiplies.
“Human! What brings you here?”
“Human!”
Fairies share thoughts seamlessly, though not entirely synchronized. News spreads instantly among them, just like in games.
“Greetings.”
“Human! Smells like forest!”
“Sweet aroma too!”
“Male human!”
“Woah! First time seeing a human!”
Chaotic chatter surrounds him, reminiscent of being the center of attention in a bustling marketplace. Headaches begin when someone steps in to restore order.
“Hmm. Silent banishment would be appropriate, but you don’t seem entirely bad.”
A regal fairy arrives.
“Hello.”
“So, why are you here?”
“Try this first.”
Communicating directly with fairies provides unexpected amusement. Typically, interactions involve giving fruits, admiring pixelated graphics, then consuming communication pills provided by fairies to unlock dialogue.
Musk melons and strawberries. Since conversation flows naturally, no need for pills, but offering fruit remains the classic method to gain favor.
“Mmm?”
“Eat it. It’s delicious.”
Intentions may not be purely innocent, but definitely not malicious.
The grandest-winged fairy glances at the eagerly eating pair before taking a bite herself. Juices trickle from her tiny mouth.
“Tasty?”
“…”
She silently takes another bite. Others watch quietly.
“Ah. Such humans are rare.”
Exasperated laughter escapes her as she divides the remaining melon, distributing pieces to nearby fairies.
“Could I give you a few more fruits? After tasting such heavenly delight, I wouldn’t want to disappoint my subordinates as their leader.”
“Certainly.”
Though not omnipotent yet, the power of musk melons seems sufficient to break through even fairy suspicions.
