Goblin Dependency-Chapter 285 - 152: Don’t Look Too Much!

White Sparrow Tavern, private room.

The light, sweet, and slightly cool mint fragrance intertwined with the hot aroma of the dishes, drifting leisurely in the air.

The dark, glossy floor reflected the intricate and irregular textures under the illumination of the glass crystal lights on the ceiling, made from high-grade oak wood sourced from the depths of the Mist Forest.

Delicate, soft velvet cushions were placed on each seat beside the table, and the flawless silvery-white cutlery reflected an expensive sheen.

If not for the noise from the hall, reduced to a thin layer of white noise after layers of soundproofing, seeping through the deep cracks of the door.

It would be difficult to associate this luxuriously extravagant room with the words "White Sparrow Tavern."

The difference between inside and outside the room was like that between a high-end restaurant and a street food stall, closing the wooden door completely separated the two worlds.

Actually, it’s not surprising.

Located next to the Association in a prime area, although most of the patrons of the White Sparrow Tavern are low level adventurers, powerful high level professionals often come and go.

For these senior adventurers, whose single piece of equipment could cost the income of an ordinary person over decades, even if some don’t mind finding a seat in the hall, ordering a few beers, and casually chatting with the drunken dwarf next door.

In the end, however, as professionals who are already on the transcendent path, many times what might be casually mentioned by team members while boasting is considered valuable information by ordinary adventurers, worth spending money to acquire.

They also need a quiet and undisturbed place when necessary, to discuss topics not suitable to mention in public places.

In this situation, facing these "big clients," who are generous and wealthy, the always shrewd and seasoned tavern owner, "Chapton," wouldn’t let these golden Gold Coins slip through his fingers.

Unlike the hall, where "only" a few silver coins could get you a classic meal with drinks.

For a private room of this level, even the room fee alone needs to be settled in Gold Coins.

The menu inside is even more exclusive, its flavor perhaps only improves by about twenty percent, but in terms of the fanciness of the dish names and prices, it’s nearly ten times higher than those in the hall.

Yet even so, even with the tricks well understood, these high-class private rooms located in the corners of the tavern hall remain in high demand.

It has to be admitted that when one’s wealth expands to a certain extent (especially for adventurers walking a tightrope).

silver coin, and 1 Gold Coin.

Even 10 silver coins and 10 Gold Coins.

Become indistinguishable in their eyes.

Having been in the adventurer business for so many years, everyone knows that it’s actually very simple to retire safely, but the condition is you need to give up everything you presently have.

And as long as you keep going, who can guarantee that you will be able to spend all the savings you’ve worked so hard to accumulate before you die?

Cornell understood this principle deeply.

Therefore, during the rest periods between missions, he never hesitated to spend the Gold Coins in his pocket.

"Ding ding."

The metal trays, with only scraps of food left, were stacked high, filling the table with all kinds of high-calorie foods.

The muscular human warrior with short red hair was still wearing his heavy armor, making the wooden chair beneath him creak.

Without a word, he focused on sweeping plate after plate of food before him.

Stewed beef, roasted chicken, even half a juicy lamb sprinkled with spices...

All devoured without exception, everything on the table swallowed into his belly.

Beneath that human skin, it seemed there was a giant ogre hidden.

In contrast, there was only a bowl of exquisitely plated grilled goose breast in front of Cornell, with a few honey-soaked walnut stuffed bread rolls stacked beside it, along with a small cup of tea he brought himself.

"Clang..."

The silvery iron spoon stirred evenly, producing a faint and clear sound as it collided with the cup wall.

In the clear tea water swirling with a miniature vortex, a few slender oval leaves the size of fingernails could be seen, floating and sinking, adding a touch of natural fragrance to the steam rising from the cup.

Ning Cui Leaf, a specialty from near the Elf Royal City, Ivlius, in the "Emerald Forest."

Known for its ability to accelerate spiritual power recovery.

It even has some detoxifying effects.

Unfortunately, due to its harsh growing conditions, cultivating it elsewhere is quite difficult, and one can only purchase it from the local Wood Elf tribe near the Emerald Forest.

"That kid tricked me into saying he finished drinking it before, I just knew he had some saved."

"Tsk, look at this big bag."

"If I hadn’t been thoughtful enough to ’help’ him sort through his backpack, I would’ve never found it."

Cornell picked up the teacup, took a sip with a satisfied expression.

A breeze appeared out of nowhere around him, a gentle flow of invisible magic particles.

"The corpse takes up such a large space in my ring, it’s not too much to charge a little ’room fee,’ right?"

Silence.

It was unclear whether the human warrior across the table was too engrossed in his meal to hear, or if he heard but didn’t want to respond.

The mage received only a sound of chewing and swallowing as a reply.

Long accustomed and not expecting any real response, Cornell put down the cup, talking to himself:

"The expenses for this mission are just too high, and the mission reward is just that bit, which we still have to split among three people. If you include the cost of reviving that guy in a few days, we’re looking at a loss we’ve never seen before."

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