novelraw Chapter 239: The Mysterious Female Farmer
Chapter 239: The Mysterious Female Farmer
“Haha, I knew you couldn’t resist, you old drunk.” Gus chuckled as he returned with the dishes, catching Willy already pouring wine.
“Isn’t wine meant to be drunk? Besides, pouring it early helps it breathe.” Willy replied with confidence.
“Oh? You even poured Leon a glass. Leon, planning to have a drink tonight?” Gus asked as he set down the dishes and sat next to him, eyeing the wineglass in front of Leon.
“I’ll try a little. I doubt the alcohol content is too high for wine.” Leon explained.
“Mm, that’s true. And this is Blue Moon’s wine. They say it’s all brewed by a young woman herself, and its flavor surpasses anything else on the market. If it weren’t for the low production, she’d probably dominate the wine industry.” Gus shared.
“So she maintains that high quality through small-batch craftsmanship. If she mass-produced it, this exquisite wine might lose its charm.”
“Is she famous?” Leon asked curiously. After all, in the game he’d never heard of any Blue Moon Vineyard, nor seen any Blue Moon wine.
“Of course. But she’s never appeared in public. Most interviews are done over the phone, and from her voice, she sounds like a young lady. Beyond that, there’s almost no information about her.” Gus added.
“Interesting.”
Leon stroked his chin, intrigued by the mystery of this vineyard owner.She was, after all, a fellow farmer. He decided to first try her wine before thinking further.
If Blue Moon’s wine was truly exceptional, he could always switch to a different niche.
He never liked using grapes for winemaking anyway. In the brewing scene, most start with hops, then move to starfruit once they have the funds, and finally—once Ginger Island is unlocked—mass-produce ancient seeds and ancient fruit, easily hitting the millionaire’s dream.
A vineyard focused solely on grapes wasn’t much of a threat in Leon’s view. His curiosity lay more with the identity of this vineyard’s owner—especially since he hadn’t met any other farmers yet.
“If no one else is coming, shall we eat?” Leon raised his glass toward the array of dishes before them. “Here’s to a safe return and the spoils of adventure.”
“Hahaha, cheers.”
Willy and Gus clinked glasses lightly with him, and they each took a sip.
Leon took a small taste. At once, the rich aroma of grapes filled his nose, followed by the fruit’s gentle sweetness.
The texture was smooth, almost like juice, with just a hint of tartness—subtle under the cover of alcohol, yet elevating the whole flavor profile.
In taste and mouthfeel, Leon couldn’t recall any wine that could compare.
“Worth every coin.” He nodded in appreciation, savoring the lingering flavor.
“Right?” Gus agreed. “That’s why it’s a shame production is so low. With wine of this quality, price isn’t an issue—connoisseurs would happily pay for it.”
“How much stock do you have?” Leon asked, already thinking of buying a couple of bottles to enjoy before bed.
“Just one bottle. Blue Moon’s supply is limited. Every month, collectors and wine lovers snatch up the shipments immediately—it’s not easy to get.” Gus sighed.
“Every month? Grapes only ripen in summer. Are they growing them in greenhouses?” Leon pressed.
“No idea. Other than the Traveling Merchant’s Guild, no one knows the vineyard’s location. We get Blue Moon wine from the guild too.” Gus explained.
“I see.” Leon nodded without comment, but he was already speculating about the vineyard’s mysterious owner.
If she could supply fresh wine every month, there were only two possibilities in his mind: either she grew grapes in greenhouses, or she was someone special—someone with grape-related abilities.
That made him even more interested in meeting her.
Still, for now, it didn’t concern him. He pushed the thought aside and fully enjoyed the meal. Gus’s cooking was as excellent as ever, and paired with the top-tier wine, the dinner was perfect.
When it ended, Gus walked Leon and Willy to the door of the Stardrop Saloon.
Seeing Willy swaying on his feet, Leon offered, “Let me walk you home. It’s not safe to be out drunk.”
“No need. It’s just a short walk.” Willy waved him off. “I’m only about seventy percent drunk—not enough to need an escort.”
Leon thought of how Willy and Gus had polished off two bottles of rum and a bottle of whiskey after the Blue Moon wine, and he couldn’t help but sigh.
“You sure?”
“Of course.” Willy thumped his chest.
Then he staggered toward the beach. Watching his weaving steps, Leon rolled his eyes, went over, and slung Willy’s arm over his shoulder. He carried him all the way back to the cabin on the pier, dumped him onto the bed in the loft, and tossed his keys on the nightstand before leaving.
He got on his bike and rode back to the farm.
When he arrived, he noticed Robin still working, but paid her no mind. Instead, he found an open spot and began setting up a lightning rod.
It looked tall but wasn’t heavy. The moment he set it down, it sank into the ground on its own, embedding its metal plate below the soil with only the cylinder and base showing.
As for the Crystalarium, Leon placed it inside the cabin—something this valuable shouldn’t be left outdoors to face wind and rain.
The small machine, about the size of a compact washing machine, barely took up space near his bed. Inside, he placed an amethyst—currently the most valuable gem he had.
If he wanted to copy a diamond, he’d have to spend more time mining, but with his recent bad luck, he had no desire to waste time in the mines.
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