usenovelgroup Chapter 50 How did such an oddball like him get to know so many people?
Chapter 50 How did such an oddball like him get to know so many people?
After studying Aphrodite, Rod decided not to waste any more time on her.
"You get some rest, I'm going back to my room now."
After saying that, he picked up another room key from the table and left, leaving Aphrodite alone, slumped on the bed, watching him leave with resentment.
Improving physical fitness is not something that can be achieved overnight, especially since he doesn't understand the physical structure of the demon race well enough to simply supplement his diet.
What if she's the type of person who doesn't grow taller even after eating a lot?
Like dwarves.
The room the boss had prepared was next door. Rod casually pushed open his own door, locked it behind him, and then stood in front of the bed...
Dismantling
A flash of green light appeared, and Alina's figure suddenly fell onto the soft bed.
"what!"
She gasped instinctively, clutching her chest tightly with both hands, her body huddled up, looking utterly shaken.
Within Rhodes's consciousness, her spiritual body remained completely unprotected. Upon suddenly returning to reality, she instinctively assumed she was still naked.
Fortunately, the expected chill did not come.
Alina cautiously opened her eyes, feeling the familiar texture of fabric against her palm. She looked down to check and found that her close-fitting soft armor was still intact on her body.
Thankfully, I still have my clothes on...
"call……"
The embarrassing scenes didn't happen, which made Alina pat her chest, let out a long breath, and finally relax her tense shoulders.
Rod looked at her strange posture and movements, and asked with some concern and confusion.
"What's wrong? Is your chest uncomfortable too?" he said, and was about to step forward.
Upon hearing this, Alina immediately became alert and quickly waved her hand.
"I'm fine...don't check me," she murmured, touching the soft mattress beneath her. "But I've told you so many times, just let me know before you dissolve the union."
"Didn't you tell me not to look at you?" Rod shrugged. "Talking to you makes me unconsciously focus my attention on you, and if I see everything, what will you do then..."
"Alright, stop talking!" Alina surrendered. "Let's leave it at that and not bring it up again."
Seeing that Rod still wanted to say something, she quickly said, "It's so late now, let's go to sleep first, we can talk about it tomorrow."
Seeing her like this, Rod glanced at the system panel and had no choice but to go back and check Aphrodite's information.
After all, the support skills provided by Aphrodite are too random, and further observation and actual combat are needed to ensure their effectiveness.
"I really want to try out this new skill..."
He lay in bed staring at the ceiling, thinking about how half of his leg was forced to stick out of the bed because of its length, with Alina pressed tightly against him beside him, before finally falling into a deep sleep.
……
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The next day,
Fire and Steel Crafts
Having received orders from Milan, Don Quixote, based on the address of the blacksmith shop affiliated with the Adventurers' Guild, decided to properly maintain his weapons before embarking on his new journey, in preparation for his departure.
Of course, Milan also kicked her out because she was too noisy, and asked Susanna to find her something to do.
"This is the Fire and Steelsmith recommended by the guild?"
She stepped into the blacksmith's shop, and the heavy wooden door was pushed open.
crunch--
Upon entering the shop, the pungent smell of hot iron filings and charcoal filled the air, and the shop was permeated with the smell of hot smoke and dust, while the heavy sound of forging iron continued incessantly.
She looked up and saw the dwarf shopkeeper sitting at a large worktable, his hands intently polishing a wand that emitted a faint magical aura.
Seeing the light that occasionally flashed on the wand, Don Quixote was startled, immediately feeling a strong sense of professionalism emanating from it.
"It seems we really did not choose the wrong place."
She glanced around at the dazzling array of weapons, then strode to the counter and exclaimed excitedly:
"Master craftsman of the Fire and Steel Craftsman's Shop, please perform this crucial maintenance on my dearest friend, so that we may have a smooth journey ahead in our upcoming adventure."
The dwarf boss was at a crucial moment when he was suddenly interrupted by this loud voice. Veins bulged on his forehead, and he grabbed the hammer next to him, ready to unleash his fury.
"Who are you! Can't you see me...?"
He glanced up at Don Quixote and saw a short man whose dazzling plate armor reflected a bright light in the dim shop.
The boss's raised tool came to an abrupt halt in mid-air, his brow unfurrowing as his previously irritable mood calmed considerably.
Especially the helmet she placed on the table, although it had some deformed and dented marks, the armor's lines were smooth, faintly revealing a bloodthirsty and sharp edge.
As a master blacksmith, the boss's gloomy expression vanished and his face brightened the moment he saw this excellent weapon.
"The material is good; it's high-quality steel mixed with mithril. Although it's a standard-issue weapon, the forging process is surprisingly good. You're from a big city, aren't you?"
"That's right, this is my Manbrino Helmet. It was damaged while protecting me during my recent adventure. Please repair this reliable companion for me," Don Quixote said with a serious expression.
The dwarf shopkeeper took the slightly deformed helmet and tapped it with his stubby fingers, the metal producing a dull echo.
"It's only slightly deformed, the other parts aren't badly damaged, it can be repaired. Leave it to me, you can take a look around the shop first, I'll finish this one soon." The shop owner placed the helmet on the worktable, his attitude becoming much more amiable.
Don Quixote nodded slightly and obediently looked around the shop.
She walked to the door and looked at the sturdy door. The helplessness she felt last night when she faced that dilapidated door came to mind.
This craftsman's skills look excellent; perhaps he can solve my problem?
"Besides armor, can you repair doors?" A thought crossed her mind. She turned back to the counter, took out a heavy, jagged piece of wood from her pocket, and solemnly pushed it in front of the dwarf shopkeeper.
"what?"
The boss, who had just picked up his helmet, stared at the shabby piece of rotten wood on the table. His face flushed red instantly, and he suspected that the guy in front of him was deliberately making fun of him.
But out of respect for the other party's armor, he took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to smash the hammer over, and refused in a low voice:
"I don't know how, you should find someone else."
Don Quixote looked regretful, gesturing with his hands in the air as if trying to explain its extraordinary nature and the setbacks he had encountered in it: "But the door we are trying to repair is no ordinary thing; it is an insurmountable obstacle on our path to glory."
"Its dimensions are approximately... this long, and this wide..."
She waved her hands haphazardly, unable to provide accurate data.
"6.7 feet long and 3 feet wide," Rod, who happened to be walking in from the backyard, overheard her and added, "These are the dimensions for most front doors; you can use them as a reference."
This data is naturally the same as that of Rod's house.
"Huh? Really? Thank you so much."
She subconsciously looked up to find the source of the sound, but her eyes met Rod's.
Upon seeing his green knight-errant attire, Don Quixote's face lit up with elation. He slammed his hand on the table and exclaimed, "Sir knight-errant! What are you doing here? Are you here to repair weapons too?"
Before Rhodes could speak, she continued, "Ms. Milan has been talking about you these past few days, wanting to go on another adventure with you."
"Is that really what she thinks?" Alina couldn't help but mutter to herself in her mind's eye. "I have a feeling she wants to embark on some kind of adventure, doesn't she?"
Before Rod could speak, Aphrodite, who had been following behind him and about to go out together, stopped and slipped into the backyard.
Upon hearing Don Quixote mention Milan's name, Aphrodite's expression changed slightly, and he immediately abandoned the idea of showing himself.
She never expected that this ranger, Hiro, would actually be connected to the female mage Milan who had participated in her pursuit.
Wasn't it said that the mages of the Arcane Society looked down on everyone? When did even rangers become worthy of their attention?
Aphrodite stared at Rhodes's retreating figure with a strange expression, completely unable to comprehend where this guy got his connections.
This guy is connected to the gravedigger and the half-elf, knows the foreign mage, and seems to have friends in the Holy Light Church...
Where does someone as eccentric as him get to know so many people?
squeak-
The blacksmith's shop door was pushed open again.
A young priestess in a white robe stepped in, her brow furrowed. Seeing Don Quixote's jubilant figure, she sighed helplessly.
"Don't bother the other customers in the store... okay?"
Before Susanna could finish speaking, she suddenly saw Rod standing at the backyard gate. Her face lit up with joy, and she quickly walked up to him.
"Long time no see, Lord Hiro. How have you been lately?"
"Not bad," Rhodes nodded. "How about you guys?"
"Sigh, I haven't had much to do these past few days. Ms. Milan went on an adventure in the sewers without taking me... Waaah..."
Before Don Quixote could finish speaking, Susanna suddenly covered his mouth from behind.
"Haha, she's just talking nonsense again. Please don't take it to heart, Lord Hiro." Susanna smiled awkwardly at Rhodes, then subconsciously looked around.
Fortunately, there weren't many customers in the shop at the moment. The blacksmith was focused on the helmet in front of him, while Lord Hiro...
Ok?
Is there someone else hiding behind that?
Susanna frowned, looking at the gate behind Rhodes leading to the backyard, vaguely sensing an unusual aura there.
However, due to Rhodes' presence, it was not advisable to investigate thoroughly.
"Hmm... never mind, they shouldn't be able to hear through the door, and even if they did, they probably wouldn't leak any information... right?"
Susanna thought for a moment and then turned her attention back to Rhodes.
"Does Lord Hiro have any plans lately?" Susanna asked Rhodes, her eyes filled with inquiry and hesitation.
She straightened the cuffs of her white robe and spoke gently, "Ms. Milan highly appreciates our previous collaboration and hopes for another opportunity to work together."
Compared to Don Quixote's unreliable way of conveying meaning, Susanna is much better in this regard.
"She specifically instructed me that if I were to run into you on the road, I should convey her invitation to you to meet her at the Adventurers' Guild."
"it is good."
Rhodes was also planning to take on a few commissions from the Adventurers' Guild to test the support skills provided by Aphrodite in actual combat.
Although Rhodes believed that Milan and her group lacked combat experience, their other advantages were unmatched by most adventurers.
That means you have money.
Milan is really rich and very generous.
If there's anything that impressed Rhodes, besides Milan's magic, it's her extravagant spending spree.
In just one day, Rhodes made a fortune from Milan, not only acquiring a large sum of money but also a magical item with impressive effects.
While the two were chatting briefly in front of the counter, the shopkeeper had already repaired Don Quixote's helmet.
The helmet's faceplate was dented in the middle due to a blunt force injury, but the internal defensive structure was intact, making the repair work a piece of cake for him.
The shopkeeper pushed the freshly cleaned, gleaming helmet onto the table. Don Quixote eagerly grabbed the helmet, put it back on his head, and placed the repair fee on the table.
She patted the mask through her mouth, her deep voice filled with joy and excitement: "As expected of a master craftsman, my dear friend's damaged body is completely healed!"
"Lord Hiro, let's go to the Adventurers' Guild to find Lady Milan now," Susanna said happily, leading Don Quixote at the front. "She should be quite happy to see you."
Rod paused for a moment, then nodded and followed them toward the door, pushing open the heavy wooden door.
A cool breeze from outside blew into the shop, dispelling the lingering smell of hot iron filings that had accumulated inside.
He glanced at the door leading to the backyard, then closed it, separating the inside from the outside.
Seeing Rhodes leave, the boss suddenly slapped his forehead and saw the wand he had placed aside.
"By the way, about that distinguished guest who was with you yesterday, her things..."
Just as he was about to call out to Rod, he saw a silent figure appear in front of the counter.
"Give it to me."
A person wearing a black hood appeared in front of the counter at some point, interrupting him before he could finish speaking.
Susanna was unaware of the situation inside the Fire and Steel Craftsman's Shop, and even if she encountered it, she probably wouldn't pay much attention to it.
The three walked through several bustling blocks, and the familiar building of the Adventurers' Guild gradually came into view.
Upon entering, a wave of sweltering noise hits you in the face.
The lobby on the first floor was crowded with all sorts of low-level adventurers, and the smells of sweat and alcohol mingled together, even though drinking was not allowed in the Adventurers' Guild.
The noise of people asking for help and forming teams rose and fell, and a huge crowd of people surrounded the notice board, which seemed to be much larger than usual.
Rhodes's gaze swept across the crowd, looking at the adventurer groups sitting in the hall, but Milan was nowhere to be seen.
"Ms. Milan is on the second floor," Susanna explained simply, seemingly noticing his confusion.
"The second floor?" Rhodes blinked, surprised that the Adventurers' Guild's second floor was actually accessible.
As a corpse collector who deals with the dead, Rhode had visited the Adventurers' Guild very few times in the past.
In his mind, the place was nothing more than Catherine, who was in charge of reception on the first floor, the hall full of various bounties, and the low-level mercenaries who made a living there. It was not much different from the environment of most taverns, except that alcohol was prohibited.
He truly hadn't expected that there would be a hidden world beyond these steps.