Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"It can't be that Carolina is obstructing us, right?"

"They won't stretch their hands that far," one of Wilson's companions sneered, "but who would offend them? Even if they are to offend them, what's the use of a few adventurer teams?"

"Actually, there are," Warlock Luo Wei suddenly said, "I will look for tasks in this area, but usually there are no tasks very quickly, basically they are taken away as soon as they are posted."

"What kind of tasks are usually?"

"Rescue people, basically rescue people," Luo Wei thought for a while, "someone's family was robbed by Carolina, etc."

"You know, the rewards for doing our business are generally much lower than usury, and Carolina doesn't care if there are one or two less ordinary people on hand, just go and catch them,"

"So those who have some money at home, but not much, usually use this method: pawn themselves to Carolina to settle the account, and then ask someone to rescue themselves."

"But the success rate is not high. When you go to the union in Rose City tomorrow, many of the failed tasks are like this." Ivy glanced at the warlock and said.

Wilson wiped his eyes and sat back down: "They are all incompetent, so they can't even do this kind of thing. If it's handed over to us, we will definitely complete the task successfully!"

"Brother, you are asking about this matter, don't you want to rescue someone from it?"

Ron drank the beer in his hand: "Well, you can go to the union in Rose City when you have time. We want to rescue a lot of people."

"How much is a lot?"

"One gold coin for each one. Regardless of race, age, gender, or physical condition, bring them out alive, one gold coin for each one."

"Hiss——" Wilson took a breath, " I say, brother, you are not just trying to save someone, you are going against Carolina! "

"Aren't you afraid that they will send assassins to trouble you?"

"Thirteen assassins, buried in our front yard," Ron glanced at him, "Why, you are not trying to tip off the police, are you?"

"How is that possible!" Wilson slapped the ground and stood up, "I have a blood feud with them, how could I do such a thing? !"

"I just want to discuss with you: Can we bypass the union and trade alone?"

The so-called Adventurer's Union is just a loose organization that provides a platform for adventurers who have no way to make a living and employers who have no way to hire helpers. They have no control over the private transactions between employers and adventurers.

The advantage of these two methods is that the former will not expose the employer's information, and the latter will not have middlemen to make a profit.

"That's a good thing," Ron was waiting for this sentence. It would be a pity not to win over an adventurer who had a feud with Carolina. "Let's talk about the specific details..."

Neither party was the kind of "smart" person who would stick to the wording and exploit loopholes in the contract, and the agreement was signed. With this agreement with a special magic mark, Wilson and his team can take the freed slaves to the trading post in the fantasy land and receive the bounty after confirmation by Seymour and others.

He can even win over his acquaintances and brothers to join in the release of the slaves, but Wilson himself must escort them to the fantasy land, otherwise there will be no money.

"So you're the guy who recently opened up the Delusion Land!" Wilson was half sober, "Do you know that the news has spread to the Western City-State! We even planned to join!"

"It was my suggestion," Luo Wei was unhappy, "Boss, you rejected me and said that I don't know how long I can live, so I can't get involved in this muddy water!"

"The past was the past, and now is now!" Wilson scratched his head awkwardly, "After all..."

"The Delusion Land is notorious, so there's nothing wrong with being cautious," Ron waved his hand, "Aren't we still cooperating now? This is probably fate."

"You're right! Fate!"

That night, both groups had a great time, but no matter how eager they were to earn this windfall, Wilson decided to go to Rose City with Ron and the others first.

This team of adventurers who had just completed the mission was in urgent need of rest. Sharpening the knife does not delay the chopping of wood, and those who are too greedy and reckless will not live long anywhere.

"Ha! Smell it, smell it!" Back in her hometown, even wearing heavy armor and holding a tower shield, Ivy's steps were as light as a deer and she was in a good mood. She ran around the team, "Does the whole city have a strong fragrance? Right?"

"Really!" Andre took a deep breath and exclaimed, "It's really worthy of being the Rose City. Even the air is filled with the fragrance of roses!"

This is definitely not a compliment or exaggeration. Just look at the spice shops and gardens everywhere in the city. It's hard not to smell the fragrance.

"Spicy nose!" The most unhappy among the few people is probably Driver. For the goblins, this fragrance has gone beyond the scope of "good smell" and has become a torture to the sense of smell.

"You must not have good hunters here. If you stay here for too long, your nose might not work properly..."

"Not really, Driver," Ron smiled as he approached a spice shop. "Although the fragrance is strong, the smells in different places are different. I think the people here have a more sensitive sense of smell."

Of course, it may also be related to the physiological structure of the goblins. For Ron and his friends, it is just a slightly strong smell, but for the goblins, it may be very unbearable.

No matter how Ivy tried to persuade the goblin, Drayford still resolutely plugged his two nostrils with cloth strips, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's your loss," Ivy shrugged, "Let's go and take you to my house! Night Breeze Tavern! Our dishes are guaranteed to make you want to come back!"

"The prices of spices here don't seem to be cheap," Ron followed Ivy, "This should be the place where many spices are produced, right?"

"That's because your accent doesn't sound like a local," Ivy smiled slyly, "What did you want to buy just now? How much did it cost?"

Ron pointed to the store he had just approached: "I asked them how to sell rose oil, and a small bottle actually costs fifteen gold coins!"

He still has some knowledge in this area. After all, studying medicine is not necessarily just about producing medicines. Health care products, cosmetics, perfumes, etc. are all career directions. There is always a little bit of basic dabbling.

"Look at me!" Ivy walked over and spoke a completely different language than usual, with a lot of accents and dialects. After talking to the store owner for a while, she turned around and asked Ron, "Do you want it?" ? He said he could give you a discount?"

"How much money did you get?"

"There's no bargaining, just give me two or three silver coins."