Everything was moving in the direction Leon wanted, and that made him happy. After all, the arrival of the fruit bats ant he could finally get his hands on those special fruits.
So far, he hadn’t found anywhere selling fruit tree saplings.
Leon had originally assud, just like in the ga, that he could buy them from Pierre’s General Store.
But after several visits, he discovered that Pierre’s stocklist had no fruit tree saplings at all.
It was frustrating. Sure, fruit trees weren’t the most useful, but they were still needed for certain offerings, not to ntion so late-ga dishes.
So offerings could be substituted with other items, but the Wizard’s request for pogranates and Marnie’s request for apples in the Bulletin Board bundle were non-negotiable.
Originally, Leon had planned to rely on the Traveling rchant for them. But now, with fruit bats as an alternative—and a free one at that—he couldn’t help but feel pleased.
After checking the cave, Leon returned to his house and began sorting through his materials.
He even crafted another chest. His growing variety of materials was getting out of hand. Even if similar items could stack, one chest simply wasn’t enough.
While sorting, Leon ca across the small storage chest gifted to him by Aigle, the Traveling rchant.
“Tasteless if used, a waste if thrown away,” he sighed, holding the little chest.
It only had two slots and a fixed capacity. For Leon, it was pretty useless—there just wasn’t much it could hold.
Still, since he had it out, he decided not to let it take up space in a chest. Instead, he placed it on the mantel as decoration.
After all, the chest’s exterior was rather charming, with delicate carved patterns and a design resembling a great tree reaching toward the sky. It had aesthetic value.
As Leon was admiring the carvings, a sudden knock ca at the door.
Puzzled, he went to open it and found Lewis standing there.
“Lewis, what’s the matter?”
Judging by Lewis’s flushed face, Leon could tell he’d had more than a few drinks at lunch.
“It’s like this—Stardew Valley’s local forum contacted . They want to do a feature on your farm and your role in repairing the Calico Desert bus. I think it’s a great idea, so I ca to get your opinion.”
“Uh… this kind of thing really warrants a special interview? Is the local city out of news to report?” Leon couldn’t help but tease.
“Hahaha, you’re underestimating both what you’ve done and the public’s interest in Red Star Farm. This report will actually be recorded and posted both on the Stardew Valley forum and in the local news. So I need to ask if you’d be willing to be interviewed,” Lewis explained.
“Can I refuse?” Leon wasn’t fond of the spotlight. It didn’t bring him any benefit, and from what he knew about journalism, he had his reservations.
After all, he’d heard about how quotes could be taken out of context—just like in that story “Don’t Take Things Out of Context.” Who knew if this report would really be as harmless as claid?
“You’d refuse?” Lewis’s drunken haze cleared a bit, and he quickly tried to persuade him. “Leon, this is a rare opportunity! You could be on TV, in the papers—maybe even beco a local celebrity. This is your chance to make a na for yourself!”
“I’m not interested in that.” Leon shook his head. “I’d rather stay an unknown farr, planting crops and living my quiet life.”
“But this is a chance to promote Pelican Town! I was hoping to use your story to tell everyone that the Calico Desert bus route has reopened, to attract more visitors,” Lewis said with a bitter smile.
“Tourism has been drying up. I really hope this report can bring more people here and help our local economy.”
“You could do the interview instead of ,” Leon suggested. After all, Lewis was far more suited to promoting Pelican Town.
“But they specifically want you, the farm owner,” Lewis explained. “People here are very curious about the new farr—that’s a huge selling point for professional dia. They’re not going to pass up such good material.”
“This interview is really that important?” Leon asked, seeing the genuine hope in Lewis’s eyes and hearing his persistent persuasion.
From the day Leon arrived, Lewis had taken good care of him—handling paperwork before he inherited the farm, helping with the renovation of the old cabin, providing free furniture, offering three years of tax exemption, and even giving agricultural subsidies.
If Lewis truly needed his help this ti, Leon felt obligated.
“Yeah, Leon. I understand how you feel, but I really want to make Pelican Town better,” Lewis said, torn between respecting Leon’s wishes and not wanting to lose this publicity opportunity.
“Alright then, arrange it. I’ll go for the interview. Just… anywhere but the farm,” Leon agreed.
He was fine with the interview, but he didn’t want strangers wandering around Red Star Farm.
Lewis brightened imdiately, his little mustache curling upward in an amusing way.
“Of course! I’ve said before—I won’t let outsiders onto your farm. That’s a promise.”
“Not even the governor?” Leon teased.
“Of course not, and the governor wouldn’t ask anyway,” Lewis replied seriously.
“Well, you sound serious, but my farm still seems to get unexpected visitors every other day. What’s up with that?” Leon chuckled.
“Do you truly not welco those visitors? Or have they co in without permission, despite you clearly refusing them?” Lewis countered smoothly.
Leon thought for a mont. Honestly, everyone who’d been there was either invited or soone he subconsciously allowed—except for Abigail. Their first eting had caught him completely off guard.
But rembering Rasmodius’s fondness and protectiveness toward Abigail, Leon could understand why she’d been able to co and go as she pleased. After all, she had powerful backing.
Lewis added, “This farm isn’t as simple as you think, Leon.”
Leon raised an eyebrow. Such mysterious talk… wasn’t it just because of the farm’s ancient barrier?
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