I know I already lodged my complaint, but who are you calling a basement-dwelling middle-aged man?! Oh, island lord, you must learn to trust others more. I could complain for pages, but I will keep it at that and report that the ine plants have been harvested at last!
Once we return to the surface, we will thresh them and turn them into rice grains. I can’t wait. Truly, raising rice is no small feat.
Try as I might, my farming ventures never went as I’d hoped when I was on my own. But oh, how the crops have grown. With this, the Bunownies will have the power they need to move for some time longer.
The dungeon’s other layers each boast different seasons, and I must consider holding a training camp in the others as well. With that said...it would be best if I tackled those ones by myself, though I’ll wait until my knowledge has grown.
So far, our most important discoveries have been the growth speed and quality bonuses given when planting crops with good compatibility in succession. And, just as the island lord said, pesticides are indispensable. Testing fields with and without, I observed an overwhelming difference in yield.
They stabilized the resultant crops as well, resulting in many of fine quality.
Truly, a worthwhile camp indeed.
As payback for being derided as a basement-dwelling middle-aged man, I have decided to think of the island lord as a little girl who has merely deluded herself into believing she is a man.
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Well look at that! The last day is all mine. I’m writing this while watching little old Lahal bring in the last harvest.
I already said this outside of the diary, but my time down here was pretty cozy.
Getting to spend your days however you want down by the beautiful Crystal Lake isn’t a bad way to live your life. Taking on monsters and searching for quests? They’re not bad either, but sometimes, you just gotta kick back and enjoy the time you’ve got. That’s important too.
Once we’re back on the surface, I plan to do a lot more Craftwork...but what should I do after that?
I’ll probably have to help with the houses and all the other tasks they had to do on Cal Mira. At this rate, though, we might be done a lot sooner than expected.
Now then...we’re going to go beat up the dungeon’s boss before leaving for good, so how about I give my final impressions on the training camp?
I had fun! I learned a lot about Kizzy and Lahal.
And for being called a basement-dwelling middle-aged man, here’s my payback: Hey, Kizzy? Are you really a boy? Because spending so much time with you, you didn’t feel like a boy at all.
There, I got my jab in.
“Hmm...”
Therese handed the diary back after she’d finished writing in it, so I gave it a read-through. They’d both taken turns taking shots at me.
A little girl who thinks she’s a man...a funny angle. But I was a proper man IRL. And what part of me wasn’t boyish, exactly?
“Let’s head out.”
In order to stow the Pekkle House that had taken care of us for all this time, I removed the Pekkle Pipe and pressed the button. The house shrank until it was no bigger than a dollhouse, allowing me to place it in my inventory.
“Can we station it aboveground as well?”
“It’s not impossible, but did you really like it that much?”
It was just a simple cottage. Ultimately, the houses that’d be constructed would end up with better facilities. Though...the mascot-themed furniture did have a certain charm to it.
“I just thought it might be nice to stay there, now and then.”
“It pains me to think that I won’t be able to use it if I ever attempt a training camp without you, island lord.”
I couldn’t argue with that. Maybe one day she’d come across a cottage...a shelter just as convenient, but that day wasn’t today.
The fact it let us stay wherever we wanted made it quite a good pickup.
“In any case, let’s be off.”
“Time to smack down a boss!”
“Yeah!”
With that, we stepped into the elevator and rode it down to the hundredth floor.