Chapter 10 Half-Elf in Rose City

"Adventurers?" The Inquisitor looked at the three ragged guys in front of him and was not too surprised.

"You don't look like them - don't rush to refute, I've seen a lot of people, both real adventurers and those who fish in troubled waters."

"Where are your equipment?"

"It was taken away by the goblins." Ivy coughed twice and stretched out her hand to push Ron aside. Now was her chance to show off.

"Well... it seems you have to buy a new set," the Inquisitor dipped a feather pen in ink and continued to ask while recording on paper, "So are you going to fight the goblins?"

"As far as I know, the village over there is indeed often harassed by goblins - who entrusted you with the task?"

"We are not going to fight the goblins, we are just passing by there." Ivy spoke very fluently without any pause. Ron guessed that this was her own experience.

"We set out from Rose City to escort a merchant to Yungang. He is in the spice business."

The Inquisitor nodded and motioned Ivy to continue.

"But when we passed the goblin territory over there, we were ambushed. The merchant was shot dead on the spot, and my companions and I were captured one after another. We escaped with great difficulty and ran all the way here."

"The story is well made," the Inquisitor smiled, "but if it's just for this, I can only ban you from entering - there are many bards in the tavern, and we don't really need people who can make up stories now."

"But you definitely need professional adventurers," Ivy simply sat down on the table and pointed to the record on the table, "Write, Rose Rose City Adventurer Numbers, C7211, C7213, C7216. "

"Then take it to your Adventurer Guild - if there is a guild in your remote place, they will tell you if I am the one."

"You?" The Inquisitor was stunned for a moment, his eyes wandered on the seductive curves behind Ivy's body for a while, then raised his head and looked at the half-elf, "Are you really from Rose City?"

That is a famous spice trade center on the continent, even those refugees have heard of that place. And Yungang is one of the important ports on the west coast of the continent, and it is also very famous.

That's why he didn't believe Ivy's words at first - these two places are so famous that you can talk about the characteristics or stories there casually.

"I was born in Fiandric, a small elf town. When I was three years old, my father took me and my mother to Rose City," Ivy said, "So I am not only from Rose City, but also a local of Rose City. There is a tavern called Night Wind in Rose City that is quite famous. My father named it after my mother's surname."

"You also know that many spices are used as seasonings, so that's how I got to know the spice merchant - are there any other questions?"

"Uh... yes, there are some routine procedures." The examiner's forehead began to sweat. He really didn't expect that there was a "big shot" among this group of refugees.

Fromm is just a remote town. The master of Rose City is undoubtedly the master, even if the other party may be the daughter of a tavern owner.

They make money, I'm afraid they charge gold coins for even a glass of water!

"I'm sure you and your companions can go in, but I have to register a few people. This is my duty. Please cooperate."

"Of course," Ivy jumped off the table and smiled at the other party, "Ivy de Capellen, 37 years old, adventurer, half-elf warrior."

"My name is Driver!" The goblin hunter shouted, "Driverdo, 18 years old, adventurer, ground--uuuuuu!"

"Ground?" The Inquisitor was stunned for a moment, raised his head, and saw Ron and Ivy, covering the goblin's big mouth with all their might.

"G, underground gnomes!" Ivy said quickly, "Yes, underground gnomes! Wanderers!"

(Note: In order to adapt to the Chinese pronunciation, it is underground gnomes, and in English it is Goblin-Goliath)

The Inquisitor looked at these three strange adventurers suspiciously, but finally chose to believe Ivy, but muttered quietly during the registration:

"Eighteen years old, a little too young..."

After all, underground gnomes are generally considered adults at the age of twenty-five, Goliaths are twenty years old, and goblins are usually adults at the age of eight. This human Inquisitor does have reason to have such doubts.

"The last one. What about you, my fellow human?"

Ron thought for a moment: "Just write Ron, 25 years old. Pharmacist."

"Not an alchemist?" The examiner asked curiously, "Friend, you don't have to hide yourself like this. The mayor of Fromm is also a human, and we are in urgent need of talents like you. If you say you are an alchemist, I can introduce you."

"Thank you for your kindness, but it's a bit inconvenient for me, so forget it." Ron smiled and shook his head, declining the other party's generous and kind proposal.

As for why it's "inconvenient", let them imagine it, the real reason is only known by Ron himself.

In his previous life, he could hold his chest high and say that he was a professional, but in this world, he is a pure copper bar.

God knows how much magic is mixed in the "alchemy" of this world! Maybe the Philosopher's Stone and other things are real!

If he rashly brags that he is an alchemist, wouldn't it be exposed when his subordinates actually see him?

"I always thought you were really an alchemist," Ivy whispered in Ron's ear after the examiner at the door had registered and allowed the three of them to enter the town, "Are you really not?"

"If I were real, why would I have to put some medicinal mud on you?" Ron smiled bitterly, "But I do have this idea, learn some alchemy to enrich myself."

"That's easy!" Ivy smiled and patted Ron on the shoulder, "When everything is done here, I will take you back to Rose City. There are many alchemy masters there!"

"Then I'll have to trouble you with some recommendations," Ron laughed, "but now let's go find some real alchemy potions."

The streets in Flåm are obviously carefully planned by knowledgeable people, and are simple but not simple. Walking along the main road, Ron and others easily found almost every store they needed to visit: shops, taverns, hotels, and even the Adventurer's Guild, everything was so conspicuous.

"The original city owners and designers here are definitely not ordinary people," Ivy looked at this town she had never heard of before in amazement, "And did you listen to what the old man said last night? They didn't even plan for a rainy day. Canals were built to prevent drought.”

"I think we need to meet the current mayor here... Hey, Ron, where are you going?"

Ron's figure had already appeared at the door of a store, and Dreyfus followed suit and ran over.

"Of course I'm buying you a healing potion!"