Chapter 9：Harvest Golem

Each of the rewards contained within the six slots were of differing values. The larger the area a slot occupied, the higher the chance it would be selected was, and at the same time, it also meant that its value was lower than the rest. As such, it was clear that the spell book's worth was several magnitudes higher than 100 random Garrison Resources.

In Sean's point of view, the 100 random Garrison Resources was the most worthless among the rewards. After all, he only needed to toil away for a certain amount of time, and he was certain to collect a vast amount of Garrison Resources. From a logical standpoint, the resources were clearly the least valuable as they were the easiest to obtain.

Sean also regarded the Small Blueprint as worthless. As he had yet to construct his Level 1 Town Hall, even if he were to obtain many Small Blueprints, it would do nothing to aid his current situation.

After giving it some thought, Sean had found the Green Quality potion to be a decent reward. However, as there was no indication of what type of potion it was, it was hard to determine its exact worth.

As for the horn, Sean believed the horn to be an extremely rare special item. Although there were only a few famous ones, each one was extremely valuable ,each serving a unique purpose.

Similar to the potion, there was too much uncertainty to determine the scroll's worth.

Naturally,out of all the rewards, the spell book was the most valuable. At the same time, it was also the reward that Sean wanted the most.

After taking in a deep breath, Sean spun the wheel.

While his eyes shone with anticipation, the wheel gradually slowed down, and in the end, it landed on a certain slot.

Fate did not smile on Sean, as he did not obtain the spell book nor scroll that he so desperately desired.

However, fate had not completely abandoned him either, as he did not obtain the 100 Garrison Resources.

Instead, what he had obtained was the Green Quality potion. 

Moreover, upon reading the description of the horn, Sean's eyes immediately sparkled with delight.

The concept of PM2.5 did not exist in Azeroth, and its morning air was especially fresh.

A group of vagrants was engaged in conversation at a distance, telling stories of death and disaster, the happiness they had once been blessed with, and the sights they had come across during their journeys.

Kids were playing about. With only a few sticks and stones, the kids had already experienced a fulfilling day.

Teenagers toiled away in the fields. They were responsible for handling the wheat and pumpkins, as such, their job scope included culling weeds, catching pests, and watering the crops. This was all done for the sake of the harvest season, so that their family's stomachs would not go empty.

Old Saldean sat in the corner of the farm. With a wrench in his hands, he toiled away, repairing a Harvest Golem. Few had ever spoken of his past, but it was an undeniable fact that he was familiar with fixing golems. In truth, the two-meter tall Harvest Golem he was working on had been designed to kill. As a result, it possessed massive firepower.

Had Old Saldean not gotten his hands on these Harvest Golems, would the vagrants behave this obediently? Of course not! Old Saldean's farm would have been under new leadership without the golems in place! 

Meanwhile, the female owner of the farm, the kind and amicable Salma Saldean was preparing breakfast. 

Salma had a pretty high level of Cooking, and she was estimated to be around Mid-rank. Had she been on Earth, she would be qualified to be a Level 2 Professional Chef.

Soon, it was time for a meal.

As they were located on a huge farm, there was never a shortage of food. Moreover, to those who had no home to return to, the simple meals prepared were amazing delicacies.

After eating breakfast, Sean set off to finish his chores. Once he was done, he headed over to Old Saldean's side and observed as Old Saldean repaired the Harvest Golem.

"Old Man Saldean, why are you always repairing the Harvest Golems? Why are they always broken? Did you create them? Are they strong? Can they defeat wild boars?"

Sean's eyes widened with enthusiasm as he fired off the chain of questions at Old Saldean.

Frankly speaking, it was quite difficult for Sean, who was mentally 20 years old, to act like a 15-year-old teenager. However, Sean had given it his best to obtain a unique skill.

After all, the Harvest Golems were no pushovers. They were powerful enough to be called the Westfall Newbie Killers, a testament to their strength. Furthermore, there were at least 8 Harvest Golems within Saldean's Farm. If Sean were to get his hands on them, it would undoubtedly be a huge boost to him.

Upon hearing Sean's questions, Old Saldean raised his hand and gave Sean a look of shock. "Sean, you were never this talkative in the past! You've asked me a bunch of questions, where do you think I should start?"

Sean scratched his head awkwardly. His little face was slightly red as he mentally berated himself.

Along with the fact that he had never had parents, the previous Sean had always believed that he was inferior to his companions, as his body was different. He was depressed and rarely spoke to others, making him seem like a loner.

However, after the soul of the 21st Century young adult, Sean, had transmigrated, the Sean of Azeroth had begun to speak more, albeit still not a healthy amount. Furthermore, as the current Sean was desperate to understand the world he was in, he had spoken to almost every person he met, earning himself the title of the farm's 'Social Flower'.

Nevertheless, Old Saldean had only said what he had on a whim.

Over the past few days, Old Saldean had gotten used to Sean's sudden talkativeness. He had assumed that Sean was turning over a new leaf and regarded it as a positive change. However, it had not even crossed his mind that the loner of the past had been replaced with a new soul.

"These Harvest Golems have actually existed for a long, long time. They were passed down to me by my father. However, if you were to ask me about their origins, I couldn't tell you. Not even my father knew. Although, I did hear that they were made by Gnomes. Say, did you know that despite their tiny brains, the little things are actually quite smart? They specialize in making weird creations like these."

Old Saldean laughed out loud. "So, why do you ask, Sean? Do you like them? Let me tell you, these Harvest Golems are way more powerful than wild boars! Heck, even a pack of wolves would be no threat to these golems. Without these Harvest Golems, let's just say that our farm would be doomed!"

Sean was well aware of the Harvest Golems' might, however, he could not expose himself, could he?

As such, he feigned a look of surprise and yelled out, "Really? Old Man Saldean, can you teach me how to fix them? If anything were to happen to the golems, I could help you out! What do you say?"

Sean endured the awkwardness that surged within his heart as he held Old Saldean's arm and swung it around.

Frankly speaking, even though Sean was 15, he was already way over the age where he was allowed to act like a spoiled child. However, since Sean was a Half-elf, when compared to the pure Humans of Azeroth, his delicate looks made him seem like he was 12. As such, despite being forced, Old Saldean regarded Sean's actions as cute and accepted it.

While he extended his calloused hand and rubbed Sean's little head, Old Saldean grinned kindly and stated, "My dear Sean, repairing these golems is no easy task. It involves a lot of Engineering knowledge. Had I not been an Engineer in the past, I would never be able to repair these golems. Say, Sean, if you truly want to learn how to repair them, you'd better be prepared to put in a serious amount of effort!"

Sean hurriedly answered, "No problem! I'm not afraid of hard work! Please, Old Man Saldean, can you teach me?"

Old Man Saldean was delighted by Sean's request.

Out of all the kids he had taken in, Sean was the smartest, only held back by his sense of inferiority. However, now that Sean was starting to liven up, Old Saldean was extremely happy.

Heck, Sean had even reminded him of his son.

Yes, Old Saldean's dead son. He was smart and lively, similar to the present Sean. However, he had been taken by the mercilessness of war. 'If my son were still alive, he'd be quite old, right?'

As Old Saldean wandered within his thoughts, tears began to stream from his eyes.

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