Harvest Golem

Clearly, the value of these six reward slots is not equal. The larger the area of a slot, the higher the probability of being selected, which means the lower its representative value. The value of a spellbook is likely far higher than 100 points of random garrison resources.

In Shawn's view, 100 points of random garrison resources are the least valuable. Because as long as one spends a certain amount of time, a large amount of garrison resources can be obtained from the real world. Things that can be easily obtained are usually the least valuable.

Small building blueprints have no value to Shawn at the moment. After all, he hasn't even built a Level 1 Town Hall; no matter how many small building blueprints he gets, they are just castles in the air.

Green-quality potions are likely quite good. However, since he doesn't know what attributes the potions have, the randomness is too high, making it difficult to judge.

A horn is a very rare special item. There aren't many famous ones, but each one is extremely precious and possesses special uses.

Scrolls, like potions, have too much randomness.

The spellbook, naturally, goes without saying; it is the most precious of all the rewards and the one Shawn wants to obtain the most.

Shawn takes a deep breath and spins the wheel.

Under his expectant gaze, the wheel spins slower and slower, finally stopping at a certain slot.

Fate is not always partial to Shawn; he did not obtain the most precious spellbook or scroll.

However, fate did not abandon Shawn either; he did not get the 100 points of random garrison resources.

What he obtained was that green-quality horn.

And when he saw the description of the horn, Shawn's eyes shone with joy.

Azeroth has no such thing as PM2.5; the morning air is exceptionally fresh.

A group of vagrants are discussing nearby, recounting the disasters that destroyed their homes and families, their past happy lives, and the things they have seen on their journeys.

Children are playing on the ground; a few grass sticks and a few stones are enough to pass a day of innocence.

Teenagers go out to work in the fields, where the wheat and pumpkins need tending. Weeding, catching bugs, and watering—all for the sake of the harvest and filling their stomachs.

Old Saldean stands in the corner of the farm, holding a wrench to repair a Harvest Golem. Few people mention his past, but the fact that he knows how to repair Harvest Golems is an indisputable truth. In fact, these two-meter-tall Harvest Golems are devices specifically designed for killing, possessing immense lethality.

If it weren't for Old Saldean mastering these Harvest Golems, do you think those vagrants would be so well-behaved? I'm afraid Saldean Farm would have changed hands long ago!

The mistress of the farm, the kind and warm-hearted Thelma Saldean, is preparing breakfast.

Thelma's cooking skills are quite good, likely reaching an intermediate level. Converting that to Earth standards, she would at least qualify for a secondary chef's certificate.

Then, it is time to eat.

Sitting on a large farm, there is no shortage of vegetables and grain. For those who are homeless, a simple meal is absolutely a delicacy.

After eating, Shawn quickly finishes his chores and then trots over to Old Saldean's side, looking up as he repairs the Harvest Golem.

"Old Man Saldean, why are you always repairing these Harvest Golems? Why do they always break down? Did you make them yourself? Are they very powerful? Can they beat a wild boar?"

Shawn widens his eyes, firing off a series of questions.

To be honest, for a young man with a mental age of over 20 to pretend to be a 15 or 16-year-old boy and act cute is quite stressful for Shawn. But for the sake of an extraordinary skill, Shawn is giving it his all.

One must know that Harvest Golems are no weaklings; they are known as the "Westfall Newbie Killers" and are terrifying. And there are no fewer than eight Harvest Golems on Saldean Farm. If he could master such a force, it would be a huge boon for the currently very weak Shawn.

Hearing Shawn's words, Old Man Saldean raises the wrench in his hand and asks with a look of surprise: "Shawn, you didn't use to be so talkative! With this string of questions, where do you expect me to start answering?"

Shawn scratches his head in embarrassment, his little face turning slightly red, though his heart is full of grievance.

As for the former Shawn, because his body was different from his peers and he had been an orphan since he was young, he had always been very insecure and depressed, rarely speaking to others—a total shut-in.

Now, after being transmigrated, Shawn, possessing the soul of a fine young man from 21st-century Earth, while not exactly talkative, doesn't speak little either. Coupled with his urgency to understand the situation in this world, Shawn talks to everyone he meets, almost becoming the "social butterfly" of Saldean Farm.

Old Man Saldean was actually just speaking casually.

He has long since grown accustomed to Shawn's "talkativeness" over these past few days, thinking only that Shawn's temperament is slowly changing, which is a good thing. He never imagined that the former "shut-in" now has a completely different soul.

"These Harvest Golems have existed for a long time, passed down from my father. As for their origins, even my father didn't know, but it is said they are the work of Gnomes. You know, those little guys—their heads may be small, but they are clever, and they love making these strange and curious things."

Old Man Saldean laughs heartily: "What, Shawn, do you like them? But let me tell you, these Harvest Golems are much stronger than wild boars! They aren't even afraid of packs of wild wolves. If it weren't for these Harvest Golems, we farms in Westfall would be in a sorry state!"

Shawn certainly knows the power of the Harvest Golems, but he can't let his cover slip now, can he?

So he puts on a look of amazement and cries: "Really? Old Man Saldean, will you teach me? If these Harvest Golems break down again, I can help you repair them, don't you think?"

Shawn suppresses the awkwardness in his heart and shakes Old Man Saldean's arm; it couldn't be more uncomfortable.

In fact, even an ordinary fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy has passed the age of acting cute. But because Shawn is a Half-Elf, he looks very delicate—completely different from the pure-blooded humans of Azeroth—and looks like he is only 12 or 13. So, even though he is acting cute, it is quite adorable, and Old Man Saldean doesn't find it out of place at all.

Extending a calloused hand to pat Shawn's small head, Old Man Saldean says with a kind expression: "Shawn, repairing Harvest Golems is not a simple job; it involves a lot of knowledge about Engineering. If I hadn't been an engineer in the past, I wouldn't be able to repair them either. Shawn, if you want to learn, you have to put in the hard work!"

Shawn quickly says: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm not afraid of hard work! Old Man Saldean, will you teach me?"

Old Man Saldean is actually very happy inside.

Among the children he has adopted, Shawn is actually the smartest one, just too insecure and lonely. Seeing Shawn become lively and cheerful now makes him very happy.

He even thinks of his own son.

His own deceased son was just as smart and just as lively and cute, but his life was taken by the cruel war. If his son were still alive, perhaps he wouldn't be a child anymore?

As he thinks about this, tears well up in Old Man Saldean's eyes.