The Adventurer's Life

"The price for a room is 10 Copper Coins a day, meals not included. We also have a 24-Copper-Coin daily package that includes two meals."

"If you're staying long-term... 2 Silver Coins covers a month, or 6 Silver Coins for a month with two meals included."

Just as Uncle Bern had said, the price really was not expensive. At the very least, it was a little cheaper than the last place he had gone to.

"I'll stay for a month first."

Lin Mo took two Silver Coins from his bag. The monthly package was very cost-effective; it saved him 1 Silver Coin over a month. The discount for including meals was comparatively smaller.

Besides, compared with eating the same food every day, Lin Mo still preferred to find places to eat on his own and change up the flavor now and then.

"No problem..."

The owner moved very efficiently, quickly finished the paperwork, and handed Lin Mo a key. "Room 238. Go in on the second floor, then turn left at the second corridor."

"That's pretty close to us."

Evan came over and handed the owner six Silver Coins.

"Boss, renew 243, 244, and 245 for another month. Also, we won't be renting 246 for now."

"All right."

The owner nodded and did not ask for the specific reason.

Most of the people who stayed here were adventurers, and most of them checked in as full teams. If one room was suddenly no longer needed, then either someone had left the team, or they had died outside.

This sort of thing was very normal. There were even occasional cases where an entire team lost contact and never came back.

Such was the world of adventurers. No one could say for sure when they might end up with their head separated from their body.

That was why most adventurers did not think about saving. They lived one day at a time. Large sums were used to buy equipment and increase their combat strength, while small sums were spent immediately on enjoyment, lest one day they died before they had even finished spending their money.

For example, that kid Evan looked like he was planning to go shopping with Miriam and spend hard.

After Uncle Bern put part of his luggage in the room, he went home. He had a wife and a daughter.

It was not exactly rare for adventurers to get married. Although it was an extremely high-risk job, it did pay well, after all. Compared with most commoners still struggling at the subsistence line, they were quite popular in the marriage market.

But many adventurers also chose not to marry. After all, once they had to take care of a family, life was relatively less free, and part of their income had to be used to support the household.

As for needs... wasn't Flower Street still there?

Lin Mo shook his head and chose to return to his room to rest for a while first.

Following the owner's directions, he found his room, pushed the door open, entered, set his bundle to one side, and counted the money he had left.

16 gold, 47 silver, and 88 copper. Among that, 8 Silver Coins had come from stopping by the office next to the Association earlier and exchanging Goblin ears.

What he had said to Edgar earlier had naturally been a lie. There was no way Lin Mo would spend all his money on weapons and equipment. He had to keep some on hand, just in case...

After carefully locking the door, Lin Mo took the Spell Scroll out from inside his clothes, leaned over the table, and studied it again.

He had already read the writing on it many times, almost to the point of memorizing it. Yet it was still difficult to understand these words that became incomparably obscure once combined. He had also tried reading them aloud softly, but as expected, the wonderful sort of thing where one could learn magic just by reciting it once could only be found in the wishful novels of bards.

Speaking of which, even now, he still had not figured out where this scroll had come from. For a Spell Scroll to appear in a small Goblin nest was absolutely not normal.

So Lin Mo did not dare casually take this scroll out and show it to anyone. Besides, after transmigrating to this world for so many days, he had yet to meet even a single Mage.

There probably were not many members of such a noble profession in all of Roland Town.

After once again looking the scroll up and down many times, Lin Mo sighed helplessly and could only reluctantly put it back inside his clothes.

When would he be able to learn this spell and become a great mage?

He looked out the window. It was getting late. Lin Mo stood up and brought all his money with him. It was about time to go out and look around.

The night in Roland Town was very quiet. Most commoners were already exhausted after a full day of labor. They also could not afford the expensive cost of lamp oil, so they chose to rest early.

But a few streets were exceptions.

Here, the clamor of voices still filled the air. The shops on both sides of the street were still open, constantly calling out to customers.

Most of the pedestrians coming and going on the street carried weapons and had sturdy builds. At a glance, they did not look like ordinary people.

That was right. This was a street set up especially for adventurers. The bustle of this area would often continue late into the night.

Lin Mo, who had just walked out of a shop, felt refreshed, as if his whole body had been reborn, and he stretched widely.

The news he had overheard by chance in the Association hall really had not been wrong. The technique at the massage shop at No. 88 Travel Street was truly superb.

After more than half an hour of massage, it felt as if all the blockages throughout his body had been kneaded open, leaving him comfortable all over. The Dwarf ladies in the shop looked unremarkable, each broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, but the strength in their hands was genuinely just right, and they genuinely worked hard too, without the slightest perfunctoriness.

After enjoying himself, Lin Mo ate a lavish dinner as well: steak and bread, paired with seafood bisque. The price was not cheap, but the flavor was very good, and the portions were enough.

For shops that could gain widespread recognition from adventurers and keep operating here, each one had at least some real skill.

After that, Lin Mo strolled around this street for quite a while longer, properly experiencing the customs and atmosphere of another world and enjoying a taste of an adventurer's free life.

In the end, he did not follow the large group of adventurers to Flower Street. The main reason was that he was not very clear on whether this world had certain unspeakable diseases, so he still did not dare take the risk lightly.

And handing himself over so casually like that also felt a little off somehow.

In this respect, Lin Mo counted as conservative. Otherwise, with his looks, he would not have gone without any experience at all.

On the way back to the inn, he happened to run into Evan and Miriam. These two young people seemed to have had plenty of fun outside as well. Miriam was carrying some food in her hand and looked to be in a good mood, while Evan was holding her other hand, grinning foolishly with a face full of delight.

After asking them about it, he learned that they did not plan to continue taking missions tomorrow, but intended to rest for a period of time.

They had made quite a bit of money this time, enough that they would not have to worry about funds for a long while. Uncle Bern also wanted to spend more time with his family. The squad had taken losses, and they still had to consider recruiting new members.

By his estimate, they would rest for at least two or three days. If it took longer, they might not head out again for the next week.

This was perfectly normal. In the end, adventuring was just another profession. If adventurers were given more money than they could ever spend, ninety-nine percent of them would choose to retire on the spot.

But Lin Mo clearly was not among them.

Tomorrow's goal was to first raise Slash to Level 3 and verify his guess about what Bern had said regarding skills.

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