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

Roland is here to deal with the goblin bear issue.

I'd also like to see if there are any suitable candidates for a redemption story.

He still remembered the contract he had found on the three people who attacked him last time. It was full of names, indicating that Ramona was secretly involved in selling intelligent beings.

Finding a suffering, tormented person from this story to be the core of the redemption tale would be most appropriate.

However, Ramona's answer was somewhat unexpected.

With one hand resting on the contract the goblin had been forced to sign, and the other hand propping up her chin, she said lazily, "You've misunderstood. I really don't sell intelligent beings here."

Roland frowned: "Then how do you explain that contract?"

"That one?" Ramona glanced at the creased parchment and scoffed, "The thing on that can't be considered human; it's a monster."

She stretched and lay back in her chair, looking up at the ceiling: "You know, Broken Rock Town is small, but it has a lot of people, and every year quite a few guys commit serious crimes."

"Take what's on your paper, for example. They're all villains who serially kill, plunder villages, and even collude with monsters to slaughter people."

"These people were arrested by the town hall and interrogated. In principle, they should be killed, but those vampires want to squeeze the last bit of value out of them, so they dumped them here hoping to get some profit."

Roland couldn't understand: "What use is someone like that?"

"There are many," Ramona pointed to the street outside the door, "adventurers need to scout ahead, new potions need to be tested, some nobles need cheap guards... Hmph, there's always somewhere to go."

"I see..." Roland paused for a moment, then asked again, "Are you sure they're all villains inside?"

Ramona seemed to have misunderstood, but she wasn't annoyed. She calmly said, "You can't trust those guys in the town hall, but you can trust the Church of the True God, right? Every time a villain is tried, their followers are present."

Now Roland had no choice but to accept it.

The Church of the True God, especially the Church of the Sun, never makes a mistake in interrogating criminals.

According to rumors circulating in the tavern, they would first administer a real potion to the prisoner, then use a divine spell to manifest memories, comparing the two to confirm whether the prisoner was truly guilty of heinous crimes.

Of course, some people can escape using these two methods, but they would need to be at least at the level of a professional; such people wouldn't be sent here.

However, this makes things complicated.

Roland sighed.

His ideal protagonist should be a person who is very tragic but still retains a kind heart, rather than a villain.

Actually, villains are also acceptable, and stories about reforming and turning over a new leaf can be very memorable, but it's very troublesome and time-consuming.

Seeing his brow furrow slightly, Ramona scoffed, "What, you're not satisfied?"

"It's not that I'm dissatisfied," Roland said, his tone slightly heavy, "but it's rare for me to want to be a good person, and I haven't found the right person."

He couldn't reveal the details of the "golden finger" (a powerful ability to grant special abilities), so that was all he could say.

"A good person?" Ramona seemed somewhat surprised, then carefully examined Roland before saying, "In that case, I do have a suitable candidate here."

Roland's eyes lit up: "Take me to see it."

But Ramona didn't rush to make a move.

She pondered for a long time until the raindrops outside the window began to thin out.

Finally, she sighed softly, "I don't know if it's right or wrong."

Roland remained silent, then made a promise.

"I will make sure this person gets everything he deserves."

Should we have it?

Ramona seemed to be touched by those words, a smirk appearing on her lips as she raised her chin and pointed to the street outside.

"Look at those homeless people, those poor souls who fled from the West. What do you think they deserve?"

"War, slaughter, death... In the ravages of blood and fire, they lost their homes and everything they should have had."

"If that's the case, why don't you help them?"

Roland was stumped by the question.

He originally came here with only utilitarian motives, but now he has begun to think deeply.

He remained silent for a long time, until the raindrops outside the window became scattered and pattered against the glass, before he finally gave his answer.

"Because they have no value," he said calmly. "In any world, most people don't get what they deserve; that's reality."

"No one can give them everything they deserve, but I'm standing here today, and I asked, so I will take responsibility to make sure that person you're talking about gets what they deserve."

That's his principle.

He couldn't change the world; he couldn't save the homeless huddled under the eaves, the poor people who had fled from the West.

But at least today, at least this one in front of him, he can give it a try.

This is no longer just about creating a story; it's more about upholding one's principles.

The path to extraordinary achievements is long, and the adventures will become increasingly dangerous, but some things cannot be changed.

Ramona stared at him for a long time, and finally gave a faint smile.

"Let's go."

She got up and walked towards the back of the shop, with Roland following closely behind.

The two walked through a dark corridor and then through a narrow door, stopping in front of a room.

Ramona pushed open the door and stepped aside to make way.

Roland's gaze fell on the girl inside.

She was about sixteen or seventeen years old, very thin, wearing ill-fitting old clothes, with her hair falling down smoothly, and a pair of light blue vertical pupils could be seen through the gaps.

Half-dragon.

The thought crossed his mind, and he then noticed the scales faintly visible beneath the robes, a characteristic also of half-dragons.

"How about this one?"

Ramona leaned against the door frame, her eyes revealing an indescribable emotion.

Seeing that Roland didn't speak, she called out, "Alleta."

The girl slowly raised her head, revealing her youthful face. There was no fear, no expectation, no anger in her eyes, nothing at all.

It's just empty.

Her heart is dead.

She glanced at Roland, then curled up again and kept her head down.

"This child's younger brother died a few days ago," Ramona said calmly, handing over a stack of documents. "Here is her contract, her history, and the price... 1 gold coin."

She didn't mention how she acquired Aletta, nor did she say that the price was far lower than the gold coins she had spent.

But Roland had guessed it.

His gaze swept over the documents, Aleta's experiences, all the suffering she had endured, before finally returning the documents to Ramona.

"Thank you," Roland said. "I'm very satisfied."

Ramona's lips curled into a smile.

Roland didn't go in. Instead, he took a step back, took out a gold coin, and handed it to Ramona: "I want this person. The contract will be canceled immediately. Let her stay here for the time being. Her food and lodging will be on my tab."

Ramona was somewhat surprised: "You're not taking her with you?"

"No," Roland shook his head, his gaze fixed on Aletta. "She's too tired and needs to rest."

"...And what about you?"

Roland turned his gaze to the window, where bright sunlight was now streaming in and illuminating the entire room.

"Go find someone."

He said calmly, "Go find that doctor, ask him about the drug prices, and find out exactly how her brother died."

"and then?"

Roland smiled, but his eyes remained cold and unyielding: "If someone wants to gain something, they should consider the consequences of losing it."

He turned around and headed into the distance, the scorching spear on his back gleaming coldly.

The room fell silent.

Ramona sat down next to the girl, quietly looking at the gold coin in her hand.

Aleta remained in the same position, curled up with her face buried between her knees.

After a long while, a dull sound finally rang out.

"Who...is that person?"

"Roland," Ramona said.

Aletta didn't say anything more, but her body unconsciously moved an inch closer to Ramona.

The sunlight outside the window is getting better and better.