"Lavi, is there any potion in this city that can heal wounds immediately after you drink it?"
"There is, but it's very expensive. Unless they're raiding a dungeon, ordinary adventurers usually won't buy it. Even an apprentice-grade potion costs one silver coin per bottle. Most adventurers would rather spend their money on drinks." Although Lavi did not know why Mel Carlo was asking, he answered seriously.
"Thanks for the clothes. Is there anywhere in the city that can wash clothes for me?"
"Mel, aren't you a noble? Don't people usually wash their own clothes by hand and wait for them to dry?"
"No. Is there a place in the city that washes clothes or not?" Mel Carlo did not want to explain too much. He was not some noble; he was simply used to washing machines, and suddenly having to scrub clothes by hand was a hassle. Back when he was with the gang, he could just spend a little money to have the children wash them for him.
"There is. In the city center, there's a shop that specializes in laundry. But it costs 5 Oren per piece of clothing. If you want it dried with magic, it'll be 10 Oren." Lavi knew these things around the city quite well, but ordinary people generally saved wherever they could. Only wealthy people went to laundries.
As for nobles, they generally had servants of their own. Their clothes were basically washed by servants, and if they needed them urgently, they would send them to the laundry to be dried.
Mel Carlo gave Lavi another look, and that scrutinizing gaze made Lavi very uncomfortable.
In truth, Mel Carlo was only thinking that a LV5 guy could be so careless that he had nearly been killed by goblins. It seemed he still needed