15. Gotham: Humans have developed less than 10% of Stardew Valley

twenty three.

It's strange that Aria has no interest in money.

While money becomes a mere number in the later stages of the game, early-stage funds can be used to do a lot. Aria had dreamed of suddenly finding a fortune while walking down the street, but now it seemed the game only wanted her to become wealthy through hard work.

Throwing away the US dollar bills, Aria glanced at the man hanging on the ground. If the earth was a curtain wall, then he must be the least valuable painting on it.

After rigorous testing by the farmer, her pitchfork's attack power is between 10 and 12 points, slightly better than a light steel sword. If there are no unexpected situations, she will probably continue to use it.

Dazzling lightning split half the thick clouds, adding a touch of background light to the simple, kind-hearted farmer. In Aria's eyes, the man on the ground was no different from the slime she'd encountered in the mines—at most, he had a communication skill. Even in terms of his contribution to society, the slime surpassed him. So the black-haired woman crouched down and pulled a long, sharp steel sword from her pocket. The man could even hear the humming sound of it being unsheathed.

Her tone was calm, even a little gentle, and her low voice sounded like a whisper.

"Would you like this pitchfork with an attack power of 10-12 and an unknown critical hit probability, or a lightweight steel sword with an attack power of 8-10?" The woman's voice mixed with the gradually biting night wind, sending a chill down his back: "Don't worry, I'll be gentle, you won't feel any pain..." The weapon was very sharp, and the target person would probably be quickly split in half like a slime.

Boom——

Thunder roared again, the sky lit a pale, snow-white blaze by the lightning that followed. Amidst the intensifying downpour, a shadow stood quietly among the shipping containers, its silhouette, illuminated by the light, a stark contrast to its surroundings. A glimmer of hope flashed in the eyes of the man pinned to the ground—god damn it! He had never been more eager for the arrival of this evil spirit from Gotham.

Batman!

I thought this in my head and shouted it out loud.

"Batman! Batman!" It seemed as if if he didn't say it now, he would never have the chance again. The man yelled excitedly, his eyes bloodshot and bloodshot: "Save me! Save me! I still... I still don't want to die!"

It would be more worthwhile to have several ribs broken by Batman and thrown into jail than to be killed by a pitchfork by a crazy woman who suddenly appeared out of nowhere!

Although he had done many bad things, he had never thought of going down the road of death. If it happened again, Joseph would never take this order again... But it was too late to regret now. The bat dart came with a strong wind, and the crazy woman's pitchfork pierced his chest first.

A blood mist burst out, and the man's health bar dropped sharply to only one-third. Even though the bat dart knocked away Aria's lightweight steel sword, another simple weapon actually caused damage.

Batman remained calm as usual. He shot the grappling hook about three feet behind the woman and used the huge tension of the rope to kick her accurately.

Aria's hand, which had been holding the steel sword, was numb from the shock. Seeing the creature with two pointed ears, which seemed to be related to the mine bats, coming towards her, she simply pulled out the pitchfork and put it in the equipment bar, then rolled to the side to avoid it.

As she tumbled, the farmer's hands expertly recovered the shattered steel sword and the dart thrown by the enemy. She had seen the power of this weapon before and was considering using it in conjunction with a slingshot.

The center light on the batarang, picked up a second time, flashed several times before Aria quickly stowed it away in her backpack. The earth-shattering explosion faded to a muffled thud inside her gaming backpack. Seeing the other woman's white goggles widen slightly, the farmer smiled smugly. She'd said it before: humans have developed less than 10% of Stardew Valley!

Noticing that the opponent's health bar did not increase and he dodged the violent kicks of the mine bat's relatives, Aria decided to have a good talk with him.

"Who are you to him?" Hiding at a safe distance, the farmer tried to point fingers. "Do you know what bad things he did? I just saw him and two other people transporting people!"

The black figure did not answer her question. He glanced sideways slightly. Although it was a question, he was quite certain.

"Kansas?"

This conversation of checking out the other person's hometown while away from home successfully aroused the farmer's sense of honor. She seemed to dislike this remark: "What, Zuzucheng looks down on those stinky outsiders?"

Catching a name different from Gotham's, Batman calmly wrote down the new term. However, he did not respond to her accusations.

The Kansan was so angry that he turned around with his hands on his hips.

"I was trying to help you!"

Aria turned around to look for any evidence, but found that the box was empty, with no sign that anyone had been there.

"Okay," she said, her anger subsiding, only slightly frustrated. "Looks like someone else has already rescued them." Judging by the health bar's presence, it was most likely that slick man. Now without evidence, she probably couldn't prove she was actually doing a good deed.

"I know." He knew she was trying to save these trafficked people.

The dark voice was deep and magnetic, like a cello played out of tune on a rainy day. Seeing the woman didn't move, he squatted down cautiously, extended two fingers, and felt her pulse.

The person was still alive. This result made Bruce Wayne's originally frowned slightly smoothed out - she didn't look too old, and everything was not yet irreparable.

Before this, Batman had only seen a few people who blurred the distinction between self-defense and murder, treating it as a game, using only a light veil as the boundary between themselves and death. Such people were usually crazy and dangerous, and they were the ones who needed to be vigilant and monitored the most.

However, the woman in front of him, who was wearing overalls and seemed to have some strange abilities, had not yet reached this point. Before she left behind a murder record and fell into the abyss, Batman would try to watch over her and pull her ashore.

He cuffed Joseph. Gordon and the medical team would arrive in an hour. Batman would guarantee his life until he could go to court and face trial.

...Lynching is meaningless. Only punishment under Gotham law can effectively deter the forces behind the scenes and keep the restless criminal groups quiet for a while - although this time is insignificant, it is undoubtedly another chance for Gotham to catch its breath.

As for the current suspect, Bruce Wayne pursed his lips slightly. Although she was clearly still struggling with whether Kansans were discriminated against in Gotham, according to procedure, she should also be subject to Gordon's review.

"You need to go with the police, too."

Aria was so frightened that she almost jumped up from the ground.

"Why?" Judging from her expression, it didn't seem as if she wanted to be a witness. If she was arrested and detained for ten days or half a month, the vegetables in the field would be delayed. Every day in Stardew Valley was very precious!

"He's not dead. Just look at his health bar and you'll see." Aria stretched out her hand and gestured a small section. "There's still a lot more to go."

"So this is some kind of ability of yours." Heiqiqi said: "What is your purpose in coming to Gotham?"

Don't ignore her! Aria choked and emphasized: "I'm not someone you can bully. You saw it just now, right? I'm armed!" She can resist arrest and run away at any time, right?

As if to prove her words, Aria reached into her bag, ready to pull out a weapon.

Batman's hand on his belt was slightly lowered, and although it was not completely out of reaction range, it looked like he could retaliate against her attack at any time.

Aria confidently pulled out a—a milking bucket?

Her brain realized something was wrong. The order here was clearly for her steel sword or pitchfork, but her hand touched the milking bucket first, triggering the combo.

The bomb in her bag must have messed up the order of her inventory! Aria transformed into the famous painting "The Scream" and tried to stuff the milking bucket back into her bag!

However--

Her hands started with the fixed movements of Stardew Valley, and she completed a full set of milking movements facing the air in the dark.

Massage, kneading, stimulation. Carefully create good milk, purely hand-squeezed, every drop of delicious and fresh, not all milk is called xxx.

The waves stopped roaring, the wind stopped shaking the navigation lights, and in this silence, Batman understood the meaning of this gesture and cautiously took a step back, pressing on the bat belt.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, Aria read the word "pervert" from his disapproving look.

As if to mock the farmer's slip of the hand, a line of small words appeared in Aria's panicked vision.

Batman doesn't produce milk

"Arrest me," Aria said desperately. "Anyone can arrest me."

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Farmer's social death scene

Stardew Valley Tips: When using the [Milk Bucket] on an animal that cannot produce milk, a small message will appear saying "xx cannot produce milk"

Why aren't humans considered animals? (Justifiably

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