516 Unexpected Assaul (1/2)

Fruit wine in this world was generally inexpensive, and even if it was of the highest quality drunk by nobles, one silver coin could buy two or three large barrels. The only thing that was more expensive was the elven nectar wine, which was 1.5 times its equivalent weight in gold. However, not even the elves drank much of this. There wasnt enough to supply the elven royal family and high officials, so it hardly ever flowed to the human world.

The occasional people who drank it were legendary sages and heroes-it was more rumor than fact.

Or, some humans who were quite friendly with the elven higher-ups were occasionally gifted with it.

They hid it for themselves and rarely took it out.

In any case, the elven nectar wine was the true luxury alcoholic beverage.

The fruit wine that humans drank, no matter how good it tasted, was just a normal drink. The red-bearded dwarf, however, was able to drink himself into so much debt, despite the fact that fruit wine was generally inexpensive, so it could be easily imagined that he must be a hopeless alcoholic.

He was probably the kind of drunkard who soaked in a wine jar every day.

Looking at the receptionists expectant expression, Roland sighed and handed over two gold coins.

The receptionist immediately took it, and then returned the extra money with a red wooden badge. This dwarf is in the mines about ten kilometers west of the city, take this sign and you can bring him back.

Again with the wooden badge!

People in Fareins really liked to use this thing as a credential.

Roland took the wooden badge, and after leaving the Guild of Mercenaries, he flew directly to the west of the city.

Human Cannonball caused quite a disturbance, and many people who had an intuitive reaction to magic power felt it.

Some even went out onto their balconies and watched as a human silhouette crossed the sky of the capital.

It was quite an interesting way to fly!

It was very fast.

Many people looked on yearningly and some understood its principles, but too few were able to do so.

First of all, only with precise control of magic power could one activate Magic Shield and at the same time perfectly cast Spatial Bubble.

Secondly, it was dangerous. The Spatial Bubble itself was not dangerous, but sucking oneself in and then flinging oneself out, therein was the danger.

It was much more dangerous than Long-Distance Teleportation.

Long-Distance Teleportation was dangerous enough, let alone this strange skill of using a Spatial Bubble to throw oneself in a certain direction.

Low-level Mages wouldnt dare to do that.

Only a Golden Son, who was not afraid of death, could effectively use this spell to fly.

Of course, Rolands technique still left impressions in the hearts of many bigshot Mages; after all, its flying speed was incredibly fast and could be used to escape at critical times.

A ten-kilometer distance, at the high speed of the Human Cannonball, would take less than a minute.

Mines were extremely easy to identify.

Wherever there was a road leading to the mountains, and where there was pair of road marks made by crates driving over the road

Add to that a large amount of gravel scattered along the roadside, and the road most likely led to a mine.

Roland quickly found such a road and landed at the foot of the mountain.

As soon as he landed, he saw a crate full of greenish ore driving by.

The three miners on the cart saw him and subconsciously bowed.

Roland nodded to them, then looked up the hill.

This road led to a green forest on the mountain, and the entrance to the mine could not be seen from above, but it could be seen from this road.

Seeing many miners along the way, Roland came to the mine cave, where there were several mud houses, presumably for housing the miners.

There were even slightly larger stone houses, which probably housed the overseers.

Roland walked over to one.

The front door of the stone house was wide open, and there was a table and a man in a coarse blue coat sitting behind it, yawning in boredom. When he looked up and saw Roland, he immediately stood up in shock, nodding and smiling at the same time. Master Mage, may I ask why you are here? Roland put the wooden badge on the table and said, Im here to pick up Red Beard Wilmot.

The man was immediately relieved. He had thought Roland was looking for trouble. The miners here were strong, but they could never beat a Mage.

The man called a miner who was sitting and resting nearby to go get Red Beard, then he said obsequiously to Roland, Master Mage, would you like to go inside the house and rest for a while?

No thanks, Ill just wait here. Roland waved his hand.

In reality, the environment in the stone house was terriblethe overseers were not hygienic peopleand it was full of stench. This man simply offered; he didnt think that a Mage would go into such a poor house to rest. Roland stepped aside and waited for a moment.

Then a red-bearded dwarf carrying a cane frame was seen coming out of the mine entrance.

As he walked, he shouted unhappily, You humans are so annoying. Leaving aside not giving me a drink, now you wont even let me dig ore. Of the three most important things for dwarves, you deprive me of two! Do you want me to die of pain and sadness?

The dwarfs voice was so loud that Roland felt his ears prickle when he heard it from a distance.

The miner who led him out covered his ears and said helplessly, The Master Mage helped you pay for the wine money you owe, its more than one gold coin-I guess he wants you to work for him.

Tsk, its not like you dont know that I hate the so-called nobles and spellcasters, all with their noses up higher than their heads.