That's right, that's what adventure is like!

After reviewing the information about these items, Roland was truly amazed.

It turns out there are so many types of stories, including not only battles and protection, but also exploration, redemption, creation, insight, and many other themes.

Does that mean that even if he doesn't participate in dangerous activities, he can still extract the abilities of the past owners of these items through other means?

Realizing this, his heart began to pound involuntarily, and he looked at the items with renewed fervor.

If all these items could be extracted, wouldn't it be possible to obtain hundreds or even thousands of abilities?

However, reality soon poured cold water on his enthusiasm.

Dwarven flintlock mechanism, 15 gold coins.

Bloodstained bard's hairband, 60 gold coins.

Even the seemingly unremarkable Ranger Bracers were offered a price of 8 gold coins by Ero.

"This is an antique, not some secondhand item discarded by you adventurers."

Ero's eyes were gentle, yet unwavering: "Their value lies in the memories and emotions they hold, just like the iron sword in your hand."

Roland raised his longsword, looked at the cold light flashing on the blade, nodded slightly, and then sighed.

Unfortunately, such relics are extremely rare and difficult to find; searching for them would likely take a lot of time.

"However," Ero suddenly spoke, his gaze fixed on Roland's waist, "if you're willing to sell me this sword, I'm willing to offer 80 gold coins."

This……

Roland was slightly taken aback. Of course, he knew that the price was far beyond the value of the sword itself, and it was very likely due to the so-called "memory and emotion".

The longsword was naturally not going to be sold. After being extracted twice, Roland had developed a strange sense of familiarity with it, and even if he replaced it with a sharper sword, it might not be as useful as it.

However, when it comes to the emotions associated with objects, he thought of something else.

Taking a pale purple crystal from his bag, Roland asked, "What do you think it's worth?"

Ero took the memory crystal he had looted from the corpse and sniffed it lightly: "Lots of pain, helplessness, desire, and despair... 50 silver coins, that's the highest price."

Roland was somewhat confused, not understanding what standard he had used to reach this conclusion, but since it exceeded the normal price, he naturally agreed.

For the rest of the day, he wandered around the old shop, asking Ero questions from time to time, searching for a suitable target for extraction.

Finally, he chose to buy a coin that cost 2 gold coins, not only because it was the cheapest, but also because it came with certain extraordinary effects.

Lost Coin

Type: Curiosities/Consumables

Rank: Elite (Blue)

Description: Forged from some unknown alloy, it has a matte dark green color. The front is embossed with a curved longsword, while the back has a completely unrecognizable emblem. The surface is scattered with several tiny pits.

Effect: When in the vicinity of a site where intense battles have taken place, you will be more likely to notice overlooked, unnatural signs of destruction or the location of items left behind.

Extraction requirement: Exploration story ×1

"Treat this coin well," Ero said slowly as he handed the item to Roland. "It came from an exiled knight who explored countless places and left behind many legends, but they have long been lost to history."

Roland stroked the object, which was much thicker than a normal coin, nodded slightly to Ero, and then turned and pushed open the door to leave.

……

As dusk settled, fiery clouds, like rosy hues, swirled among the distant mountains, illuminating the streets that were beginning to dwindle in number.

Women in short skirts stood under the eaves on both sides of the street, occasionally smiling at travelers. Even though their legs were shivering from the cold, they still diligently completed their performance targets.

Roland walked through the streets, declining more than five invitations, before stopping in front of a bustling tavern.

Although I was just standing at the door, the lively atmosphere inside still wafted out, mixed with an enticing aroma and a hint of beer.

It's time to eat.

The thought flashed through his mind, and then, with a try-it-out mentality, Roland decisively pushed open the door and went in.

crunch--

Warm air rushed in, and brightly colored flags and colorful tapestries hung down, each bearing the tavern's name.

【Tumbleweed House】

The hall was spacious and filled with laughter. The heavy wooden tables and chairs were arranged in long rows, and the fireplace covered an entire wall. The firewood was burning red-hot, with a few sparks occasionally flying out.

The space was filled with a cacophony of sounds: dwarves spat as they argued about whose forging skills were superior, orcs tossed dice on a map, and a few cloaked travelers whispered amongst themselves in a corner.

"He's alive."

This was the first thought that popped into Roland's mind. His body seemed to relax with the warm air and the aroma of food as he walked toward the middle-aged man with a weathered face behind the counter.

How much is the accommodation?

The man looked up, stopped wiping the glass, and casually glanced at Roland's attire: "5 silver coins a night, 130 silver coins a month."

So expensive.

Roland was helpless, but he also knew that this was a premium during wartime. If he didn't stay, he would have to continue to endure the original owner's cluttered storage room full of straw.

Moreover, compared to other taverns, this one is relatively inexpensive and offers a wide variety of food.

"I'll stay for two nights," Roland glanced at the menu on the counter, "and have the 'Reward Package' delivered directly to my room, thank you."

"No problem, just a moment."

Led by the boss himself, Roland finally breathed a long sigh of relief after entering his room, removed his mask, and patted his stiff facial muscles.

It wasn't that he didn't want to sit in the hall and experience the atmosphere of another world; it was simply that the conditions didn't allow it. He always remembered that he was under a bounty.

Although he now possesses two skills, and five gold coins are no longer commensurate with his worth, it's still best to be cautious.

Looking around, Roland lay languidly on the bed, feeling the fatigue in her body instantly ease.

After so long since his transmigration, the tension that had been building up inside him finally eased.

He never imagined that a bed covered with thick wool, a wooden table with severe wear and tear, and a small shower room could now make him feel so happy.

As the waiter knocked on the door, Roland's happiness finally reached its peak.

Food, the kind that you can eat.

A large portion of tender stewed beans and meat, half a roasted chicken chopped into large pieces, a large earthenware bowl of thickly sliced ​​potatoes, several white breads, and two glasses of frothy dark beer.

From any perspective, they truly deserve the name "reward".

What's even more remarkable is that it tastes quite good.

Not only are the beans smooth and savory, but the roast chicken also boasts a crispy skin and juicy meat. Combined with the aroma of the potato chunks crunching between your teeth, it's simply amazing.

In particular, when Roland soaked the white bread in the meat juices and put it in his mouth, the sweet and malty aroma immediately filled his taste buds, and every now and then he would take a sip of the mellow and sweet dark beer...

"tasty!"

After a hearty meal, Roland lay in bed and gave his most sincere evaluation.

Compared to the black bread that I could barely swallow before, and the jerky that I had to grind my teeth to eat, this was an ultimate treat.

Even when he picked up that adventurer's guide again, preparing to plan in detail how to complete the next exploration story, it was already the morning of the next day.