novelraw Chapter 217: A Profitable Industry
Chapter 217: A Profitable Industry
Closing the nautical logbook, Leon turned to Willy and Gus.
“Do you two need this logbook?”
“No need.” Willy and Gus shook their heads.
Hearing that, Leon simply stowed it into his System Backpack.
He planned to take it back to Rasmodius and see if he could learn a thing or two. If what the log said was true, then he might need to expand his search radius in the future.
“Let’s split these gold coins.”
Having finished the logbook, Leon’s gaze shifted to the nearby chest overflowing with coins.
Willy rubbed his hands together and nodded eagerly, but Gus shook his head.
“I don’t want any.”
“Aren’t you planning to send some to Old Hans’ nephew?” Leon asked.“I’ll cover that myself. So my share goes to you,” Gus explained.
Willy scratched his head awkwardly when he heard that, unsure if he should still take his own share.
Leon didn’t press the matter. He began counting the coins.
Once done, he divided the 186 gold coins into three shares. He took 112 for himself, then split the remaining 74 into two piles of 37 coins each and pushed them toward Gus and Willy.
“We agreed on this split. Whether you take it or not is up to you. I’ll only take my share. If you really don’t want it, you can toss it into the sea for all I care.”
With that, Leon walked off, leaving Gus and Willy staring at the piles.
In the end, he saw them both quietly pocket their coins before he looked away and called out toward the sea.
“Anya! Anya!”
“What is it?” Anya surfaced and looked at him.
“Is the boat fixed?” Leon asked.
“It’s been ready for a while,” Anya replied.
“Uh… right. Thanks.” Leon gave an embarrassed thanks, then turned to Willy.
“Willy, the boat’s fixed. Let’s head back.”
“Mm.”
It took them all morning, but Willy finally steered the boat back to Stardew Valley.
Seeing the familiar dock, both Willy and Gus let out a long breath.
The trip had been short, but packed with danger and excitement. They still hadn’t quite recovered, but now that they were back, the tension in their hearts finally eased.
“Leon, want to grab lunch together?” Gus, the first to step onto the dock, asked weakly.
“Not today. You should rest. In your condition, I’m afraid you can’t even lift a knife in the kitchen.” Leon waved off the suggestion. Gus’s seasickness had been severe—he’d be lucky to walk home unaided, let alone cook.
Willy agreed and offered, “I’ll take Gus home first. If you’re not in a rush, I can come back later and give you a ride to the farm.”
“No need. You take Gus. I’ll head back myself,” Leon replied.
Without insisting further, Willy supported Gus toward his beach garage where his motorbike was parked. Leon, meanwhile, leaned over the boat’s bow and called to Anya.
“We’re back. You should return too. Thanks for your help this time.”
“This is our duty,” Anya replied with no change in expression.
“Then next time I blow the Mermaid Horn, will it still be you who comes?” Leon asked.
“I’m not sure. But if that’s your wish, I can pass it on to the elder,” Anya explained.
“That’s good. We’re acquainted now, so it wouldn’t be awkward if you lead the team again,” Leon said with a nod.
“I’d prefer you didn’t blow the horn at all. It means you’re in trouble,” Anya remarked.
“Hahaha, I don’t want to either. But who can say? And blowing the horn doesn’t always mean I’m in trouble. Maybe I just want to visit the Merfolk territory for fun,” Leon teased.
“I’d strongly advise against that,” Anya frowned.
“Why?”
“You could be targeted. Most Mermaids aren’t interested in outsiders, but you’re different—you’re a Child of the Wilds, and you’ve eaten Starfruit. Those traits make you an ideal target for Mermaids seeking to bear strong offspring,” Anya explained.
Leon sucked in a sharp breath. He hadn’t expected those to be considered “advantages.”
Sure, Mermaids were beautiful, but beauty fades with time. More importantly, mating with one could turn him into a water-bound creature that could never return to land. That alone killed any stray thoughts he might have had.
“I should go.” Seeing Leon take her words seriously, Anya relaxed. She bid him farewell and slipped beneath the waves.
This time she was truly gone. Leon called out a few more times, but there was no reply. He sighed and stepped onto the dock, ready to return to the farm.
He’d intended to give her a gift before she left—at least a token of thanks for her help—but now he’d have to save it for the next time they met. Who knew when he’d blow the Mermaid Horn again?
Once on shore, Leon took out his bicycle and headed for the farm.
Half an hour later, he arrived and immediately watered the precious crops in his fields.
Afterward, he put away the watering can, rested for a moment, and checked his mailbox.
There was a letter from Lewis. The envelope was thick—clearly money inside.
Opening it, he found the shipment payment along with the price list for the goods.
Leon scanned it quickly, focusing on the prices for gems and parsnips.
Yellow crystal sold for 220G apiece, purple crystal for 330G—about the same as Clint’s rates.
But the price difference for parsnips was startling.
Ordinary parsnips sold for 5G each. Considering his cost of 20G for a pack of 20 seeds, that was a fivefold return—not bad.
Silver-star Quality parsnips, though, were another story. Eight of them sold for 60G each, netting 480G total—a sixtyfold return that made Leon’s eyes gleam.
And Gold-star Quality parsnips? Those were pure profit—a single one sold for 200G, nearly matching the price of a yellow crystal.
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