When she first came to this inn, the innkeeper hadn't actually believed this child was an adventurer, not until Mel returned wearing an adventurer's badge.
And during this time, she had watched Mel's efforts closely. All she could do was make the food in the inn as delicious as possible. Children were still growing and needed to eat more meat.
But Mel seemed to be less restrained now. He had probably earned more money from taking commissions over a long period, and lately, he had been eating meat more often.
After sending his clothes to the laundry, Mel no longer wanted to tire himself out today.
He had 630 Orens left. He had spent quite a bit on food lately, followed by laundry. Most of the time, his clothes could be dried directly in the sun, so there was basically no need to send them out unless he was truly too tired.
"Mel, what made you bring your clothes to the laundry today? Though with weather like this, there's no need for drying, right?" The dwarf wiped the sweat from his forehead. The sunlight outside was blinding, making one want to find somewhere to lie back in a chair.
"I still need to go to the potion shop in the west of the city, so I won't wash them myself today. I'll leave them to you, Uncle Dwarf."
"No need to be so polite. It's not like I'm washing them for free." The dwarf took the clothes and put them into a basket.
When the weather was cold, drying was the main business of his shop. But now that it was hot, fewer people came in to do laundry. His main customers were still the middle class.
The truly great nobles had dedicated servants and would never send their clothes