Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 102 Rose City

"It can't be because Carolina is obstructing it, right?"

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

"Actually, there are some," Warlock Luo Wei suddenly said, "I will specifically look for quests in this area, but they usually run out very quickly. Basically, they are taken away as soon as they are posted."

"What kind of tasks are they usually?"

"Rescue people, basically rescue people," Luo Wei thought for a while, "someone's family was kidnapped by Carolina or something like that."

"You know, the pay in our business is generally much lower than loan sharking, and Carolina won't mind losing one or two ordinary people, just catch them again."

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

"The success rate is just not high. When you go to the guild in Rose City tomorrow, you'll find that many of the failed missions are of this type." Ivy glanced at the warlock and said.

Wilson wiped his eyes and sat back down. "They are all incompetent and can't even handle this kind of thing. If we were to take care of it, we would definitely be able to complete the task successfully!"

"Hey, brother, you are asking about this matter, aren't you trying to get someone out of this?"

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

"How much is no less?"

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

“Hiss—” Wilson took a breath of cold air. “Brother, this is not just a simple rescue. You are going against Carolina!”

"Are you not afraid that they will send assassins to trouble you?"

"Thirteen assassins, buried in our front yard." Ron glanced at him. "Why, are you trying to tip off the enemy?"

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

"I just want to negotiate with my brother: Can we bypass the union and do a separate deal?"

The so-called Adventurer's Guild 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, while the latter does not have middlemen to make a profit from the difference.

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

Neither party was the kind of "shrewd" person who would nitpick words or exploit loopholes in the contract, so the agreement was signed on a piece of paper. With this agreement with a special magic mark, Wilson and his team could take the freed slaves to the trading post in the fantasy land and collect the bounty after confirmation by Seymour and others.

He could even recruit his acquaintances and brothers to join him in freeing the slaves, but they had to be escorted to their desired destination by Wilson himself, otherwise he would not get any money.

"So you're the guy who recently opened up the fantasy land!" Wilson was half sober, "Do you know that the news has spread throughout the Western City-State? We even planned to join!" "It was my suggestion," Luo Wei was unhappy, "Boss, you rejected my suggestion and said that I don't know how long I can live, so I can't get involved in this mess!"

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

"It's not wrong to be cautious since you have such a bad reputation," Ron waved his hand. "Aren't we still working together now? This is probably fate."

"That's right! It's fate!"

Both groups had a great time that night, but no matter how anxious they were to make this windfall, Wilson still decided to go to Rose City with Ron and the others first.

This team of adventurers who just completed their mission is in urgent need of rest. A sharp knife can make the work of chopping wood easier. A greedy and reckless person won't survive long anywhere.

"Ha! Smell it, smell it!" Back in her hometown, even though she was wearing heavy armor and holding a tower shield, Ivy walked lightly and happily like a deer. She ran around the team, "Does the whole city have a strong fragrance? Right?"

"It's true!" Andre took a deep breath and exclaimed, "It really deserves to be called the Rose City. Even the air is filled with the scent of roses!"

This is definitely not a compliment or exaggeration. With so many spice shops and gardens all over the city, it would be hard not to smell the fragrance.

"It smells so good!" Driver was probably the most unhappy person among the group. To the goblins, this scent went beyond the realm of "smells good" and became a torture to their sense of smell.

"You must not have any good hunters here. If you stay here for too long, I'm afraid even your nose will stop working..."

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

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

No matter how Ivy tried to persuade the goblin, Driver resolutely stuffed his nostrils with cloth and then let out a long sigh.

"Your loss," Ivy shrugged. "Come on, I'll take you to my place! Night Breeze Tavern! I promise you'll enjoy our dishes!"

"The spices here don't seem to be cheap," Ron followed Ivy, "This should be the place where a lot of spices come from, right?"

"That's because you can tell from your accent that you're not a local," Ivy smiled slyly. "What did you want to buy? How much?"

Ron pointed to the store he had just approached and said, "I asked them how much rose oil cost, and a small bottle cost fifteen gold coins!"

He still has some knowledge in this area. After all, studying medicine does not necessarily mean only producing medicines. Health products, cosmetics, perfumes, etc. are all considered employment directions, and one must always have some basic knowledge.

"Look at me!" Ivy walked over and spoke to the shopkeeper in a common language that was completely different from her usual accent and dialect. After a while, she turned around and asked Ron, "Do you want it? He said he can give you a discount?"

"How much did you get?"

"No bargaining, just two or three silver coins as you see fit."

(End of this chapter)