One gold coin was a lot of money.
The fruit wine in this world was generally not expensive, and even the fine ones that nobles drank could be bought with one silver coin for two or three barrels.
The only expensive one was the elven honey wine, which was 1.5 times the weight of gold.
But even the elves didn't drink much of this, and it wasn't enough to supply the elven royal family and the higher-ups, so it almost never flowed into the human world.
Occasionally, some people drank it, but they were the legendary Sages, Heroes, and so on. Rumors were more than facts.
Or some humans who were quite friendly with the elves would occasionally get a gift.
They all hid it for themselves and rarely took it out.
In any case, the honey wine of the elves was the real luxury of alcohol.
The fruit wine that humans drank, no matter how good it tasted, was just a normal beverage.
As for the red-bearded shorty, the fact that he was able to drink so much despite the fact that fruit wine was generally not expensive meant that he must be a person who loved wine as much as his life.
He was probably the kind of drunkard who soaked in a wine jar every day.
Looking at the girl at the counter's expectant expression, Roland sighed and handed over two gold coins.
The girl at the counter immediately took it and returned the extra money. At the same time, she put a red wooden sign on it. "This dwarf is in the mine about ten kilometers west of the city. Take this sign and you will be able to bring him back."
Another wooden sign!
The people of Fareins really liked to use this thing as proof.
Roland put away the wooden sign, left the Mercenary Guild, and flew straight to the west of the city.
When Human Cannonball flew, it made a lot of noise, and many people who had an intuitive reaction to magic power felt it.
Some people even walked to the balcony and watched a figure streak across the sky of the capital.
Quite an interesting way of flying!
It was fast.
Many people looked at it enviously and understood the principle, but too few people could do it.
First of all, only with precise control of magic power could it be possible to cast the spatial bubble perfectly while activating the Magic Shield.
Second, it was dangerous. The spatial bubble itself wasn't dangerous, but sucking oneself in and then spitting it out was dangerous.
It was even a lot more dangerous than simple Long-Distance Teleportation.
Long-Distance Teleportation was dangerous enough, not to mention this weird skill that used spatial bubbles to spit oneself out.
Low-level Mages wouldn't dare to do this.
Legendary Mages could control the spatial bubbles to a more dangerous threshold, but the problem was that they themselves knew flying spells like Wind Soaring.
One hundred percent safe, not to mention taking risks?
Probably only the Golden Sons who were not afraid of death could use this magic so spiritually.
Of course, Roland's trick still left a mark in the minds of many big shots. After all, his flying speed was too fast, and he could use it to escape at a critical moment.
The distance of ten kilometers was covered in less than a minute under the high speed of the Human Cannonball.
Mines were easy to identify.
As long as there was a road leading into the mountains, and there was a large number of handcarts running on the road, they would be able to find a path that led into the mountains.
Coupled with the large amount of gravel scattered on the side of the road, this road most likely led to the mine.
Roland soon found such a path and landed at the foot of the mountain.
As soon as he landed, he saw a cart filled with green ores pass by.
When the three miners saw him, they subconsciously bowed to greet him.
Roland nodded at them and then looked up the mountain.
This path led to the green forest on the mountain. The entrance to the mine could not be seen from the sky, but it was possible to walk down this path.
He saw a lot of miners along the way, and Roland came to the mine. There were several mud houses here, presumably for the miners' information.
There was even a slightly larger stone house, which was probably the residence of the overseers.
Roland walked over.
The front door of the stone house was wide open, and there was a table and a man in coarse blue clothes sitting behind the table, yawning in boredom.
He looked up and saw Roland and immediately stood up in fright, nodding and bowing at the same time with a smile. "Master Mage, may I ask what you are here for?"
Roland put the wooden sign on the table and said, "I'm here to pick up Red Beard Wilmot."
The man was immediately relieved. He thought Roland was here to pick up trouble.
The miners here were strong, but there was no way they could beat a Mage.
The man called a random miner who was sitting and resting nearby to call Red Beard out, then he said to Roland obsequiously, "Master Mage, would you like to go into the house and rest for a while?"
"Thank you, I'll just wait here." Roland waved his hand.
In fact, the environment in the stone house was very bad, and the overseers were not people who liked cleanliness, and it was full of a stench. The man was just saying that, and he didn't think that the Master Mage would go into such a bad house to rest.
Roland walked to the side and waited for a moment.
Then he saw a red-bearded dwarf carrying a rattan frame walk out of the mine entrance.
As he walked, he shouted unhappily, "You humans are so annoying. It's fine if you don't give me wine, but now you won't even let me dig ore. You've deprived me of two of the three most important things for dwarves. Do you want me to die of grief?"
The dwarf's voice was so loud that Roland felt his ears prickle when he heard it from so far away.
The miner who led him out covered his ears and said helplessly, "The Master Mage helped you pay for the wine you owe, more than a gold coin. He probably wants you to work for him."
"Tsk, it's not like you don't know that I hate the so-called nobles and spellcasters the most, all with their noses up higher than their heads."
As the red-bearded man spoke, he then saw Roland not far away. He then froze for a moment, and his expression immediately became serious. He threw down the rattan frame that contained a lot of ore on his back and walked quickly up to Roland. "What does a seemingly strong spellcaster want with a drunkard like me for?"
"Let's talk on the side?" Roland shook his head and motioned the dwarf to the side.
The dwarf was only up to Roland's waist, but his shoulders were much wider than Roland's. His beard almost covered his face, and only the red, rough skin of his face could be seen on his nose and near his eyes.
Wilmot was a little hesitant.
He felt that the Mage in front of him was dangerous and could kill him at any moment.
It was just that the other party had come to his door, and there was no avoiding it.
After a moment of thought, the dwarf nodded.
The two of them walked into the nearby woods, then Roland took the ring out of his Backpack and tossed it to the dwarf, while saying, "Stephanie asked me to come and learn the art of grooming from you."
After hearing this, Wilmot immediately checked the ring, and after a while, he breathed a sigh of relief. "So it's someone sent by the First Princess. Is she going to use us, who can't see the light of day?"
"If she doesn't use us, she's going to be out." Roland smiled and said, "Give me back the ring and then take me to your companions … everyone."
Wilmot reluctantly handed the ring back to Roland.
In fact, as long as he had this ring and knew their identities, he could command them by saying the password.
Wilmot actually wanted this ring too.
It wasn't that he wanted to seize power, but simply … he wanted to collect Stephanie's things.
"No problem, but it will take time to gather them," said Wilmot.
"How long will it take?"
"At least half a day."
Roland nodded. "Okay, then I'll wait for you at the Moonlight Stone Tavern tonight. Come find me."
Wilmot's eyes suddenly lit up. "The fruit wine there is good, won't you buy me a few drinks, Master?"
"Sure, I'll try to book a big room tonight to fit all of you, and then treat you to a good meal, how about that?"
As a typical Chinese person, Roland felt that, although the dinner culture was a bit of a dross, it was undeniable that many times, eating and drinking could indeed quickly bring people closer to each other.
Roland needed these people to scout for him, so wasn't it only right to give them a good meal and make them work harder?
The emperor didn't need hungry soldiers.
The drunkard immediately got high when he heard this.
"Master is so generous." Wilmot excitedly danced the dwarven tap dance, circling Roland several times before he calmed down a bit, but his spirit still seemed extremely high. "Okay, I'll go inform those companions right now. There are seventeen people, and the largest room in the Moonlight Stone Tavern can fit more than a hundred people without a problem."
After he finished speaking, he bounced to the side with the dwarven pace and disappeared with a swish.
Then he saw the grass in front of him being parted, and something invisible was quickly leaving.
Rogue … Roland froze for a moment.
Generally speaking, as long as it was a professional, the system would automatically indicate the opponent's level, and if the opponent was too strong, it would be indicated with a skull symbol.
For example, the higher-ups of the Red Magic Tower, such as Alfred, all had a skull symbol in Roland's eyes.
However, this Wilmot, in Roland's eyes, had neither a level prompt nor a skull symbol.
How interesting!
A special hidden ability that can fool the system, at the level of laws?
The First Princess seems to have some ability after all.
She was actually able to recruit such a person.
If the other people in the secret pawns all had such special abilities, it seemed reasonable for her to be the queen.
Roland teleported back to a remote part of the capital and then teleported to the underground library.
As soon as he appeared in the library, he felt that something was wrong.
There were strong dark magic elements in the air.
He subconsciously opened his Magic Shield.
This shield had just opened when a white bone spear, emitting black gas, suddenly attacked from his right and hit Roland's Magic Shield. It trembled in the air for a moment, and after the force and magic were completely neutralized and disappeared, it bounced to the side.
Fortunately, Roland reacted quickly enough to set up his Magic Shield, or this bone spear would definitely have pierced his head.
Roland turned his head to look and found a figure with black gas rolling all over his body standing in the bookshelf aisle about five meters to his right.
The black magic power enveloped the man's entire body, making it impossible to see his face, figure, and even his height.
Roland didn't hesitate to point at him, and a cyan lightning chain shot out, instantly wrapping around the black shadow.
The lightning and the black smoke produced by the magic elements collided, creating a strange magic neutralization scene.
The lightning suddenly disappeared, and a large part of the black smoke disappeared as well, revealing a little of the other party's face.
But it still couldn't be seen clearly.
Then a wave of spatial magic arose, and the black shadow suddenly disappeared.
Teleportation!
Roland wanted to chase after it, but he immediately abandoned the idea. He looked around and found that Andonara, the First Princess, and Beatrice weren't here.
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