"Room rates are 10 copper coins per day without meals, or 24 copper coins per day for a package that includes two meals."

"For long-term stays... 2 silver coins covers a month, or 6 silver coins for a month with two meals included."

Just as Uncle Bern had said, the prices really weren't expensive, at least cheaper than the last place he had stayed.

"I'll take a month for now."

Lin Mo took two silver coins from his bag. The monthly package was quite cost-effective, saving him 1 silver coin per month, while the discount for including meals was relatively smaller.

Moreover, compared to eating the same food every day, Lin Mo preferred finding his own places to eat and changing up the flavors regularly.

"No problem..."

The innkeeper moved efficiently, quickly completing the procedures and handing Lin Mo a key: "Room 238, go inside on the second floor, take a left at the second corridor intersection."

"That's really close to us."

Evan came over and handed the innkeeper six silver coins.

"Innkeeper, renew rooms 243, 244, and 245 for one month. Also, we won't be renting 246 for now."

"Alright."

The innkeeper nodded without asking for specific reasons.

Most guests here were adventurers, and many stayed as entire teams. When a room was suddenly no longer needed, it either meant someone had left the team or had died outside.

Such things were quite normal, and occasionally entire teams would lose contact and never return.

That was just how the adventurer world worked—no one could predict when they might meet their end.

That's why most adventurers didn't bother with saving money. They lived day by day, spending big money on equipment to boost their combat power, and immediately spending small money on enjoyment, afraid they might die before spending all their coins.

For example, this kid Evan looked like he was planning to go shopping with Miriam and spend heavily.

After Uncle Bern left some luggage in his room, he went home. He had a wife and a daughter.

It wasn't particularly unusual for adventurers to marry. Although it was an extremely risky profession, the pay was good. Compared to most commoners struggling for basic survival, adventurers were quite popular in the marriage market.

But many adventurers chose not to marry since having a family meant less freedom and part of their income would need to support their household.

As for needs... wasn't there always Flower Street for that?

Lin Mo shook his head and chose to return to his room to rest first.

Following the innkeeper's directions to his room, he pushed the door open, placed his pack aside, and counted his remaining funds.

16 gold, 47 silver, and 88 copper coins, with 8 silver coins coming from exchanging goblin ears at the office next to the association earlier.

What he had told Edgar earlier was naturally a lie—Lin Mo couldn't possibly spend all his money on weapons and equipment. He needed to keep some for unexpected needs...

After carefully locking the door, Lin Mo took out the spell scroll from his chest and studied it again while leaning over the desk.

He had read the text on it many times, almost memorizing it by now, yet he still struggled to understand these characters that became incredibly obscure when combined. He had tried reading it aloud softly, but learning magic just by reciting it once—such good fortune only existed in the fantasies of bards' novels.

Speaking of which, he still hadn't figured out the origin of this scroll. Finding a spell scroll in a small goblin nest was absolutely abnormal.

That's why Lin Mo didn't dare show this scroll to anyone easily. Besides, after so many days in this world, he still hadn't encountered a single mage.

This noble profession probably didn't have many practitioners in all of Roland Town.

After examining the scroll up and down many more times, Lin Mo sighed helplessly and reluctantly put it back in his chest.

When would he be able to learn this spell and become a respected mage?

Looking out the window at the darkening sky, Lin Mo stood up, took all his money, and decided it was time to go out and explore.

Roland Town's nights were quiet. Most commoners, exhausted after a day's labor, couldn't afford expensive lamp oil and chose to rest early.

But there were a few streets that were exceptions.

These places remained bustling with activity, shops on both sides still open and constantly calling out to customers.

Most pedestrians coming and going on these streets carried weapons and had robust builds, clearly not ordinary people at first glance.

That's right—this was the street dedicated to adventurers, and the prosperity of this area often continued late into the night.

Lin Mo, having just left one of the shops, felt refreshed and revitalized, stretching with a big yawn.

The information he'd accidentally overheard in the association hall was indeed correct—the massage parlor at 88 Travel Street had truly exceptional techniques.

After more than half an hour of massage, all the stiffness in his body seemed to have been worked out, leaving him completely relaxed. The dwarf sisters in the shop might not have looked remarkable—each stout and broad-shouldered—but their hand techniques were truly on point, and they put real effort into their work without any slacking off.

After his treat, Lin Mo enjoyed a lavish dinner of steak with bread and seafood chowder. It wasn't cheap, but the taste was excellent and portions were generous.

Shops that could gain widespread recognition from adventurers and survive here all had some real skills.

Afterward, Lin Mo wandered around this street for quite a while, thoroughly experiencing this otherworld's local customs and enjoying the free life of an adventurer.

He ultimately didn't follow the crowd of adventurers to Flower Street, mainly because he wasn't sure if this world had certain unmentionable diseases and didn't dare take risks lightly.

Besides, casually giving himself away like that just didn't feel right to him.

In this aspect, Lin Mo was rather conservative—otherwise, with his looks, he wouldn't have lacked experience.

On his way back to the inn, he happened to run into Evan and Miriam. These two young people seemed to have enjoyed themselves outside too. Miriam carried some food in her hand, looking quite pleased, while Evan held her other hand with a foolish, happy grin.

After some conversation, he learned they didn't plan to take missions tomorrow but would rest for a while.

They had earned quite a bit this time and wouldn't have financial pressure for a long time. Uncle Bern wanted to spend more time with his family too, and with team members lost, they needed to consider recruiting new members.

They estimated resting for at least two or three days, possibly not going out at all for the next week.

This was quite normal. Adventurers were ultimately just another profession—if given endless money, ninety-nine percent of adventurers would choose to retire immediately on the spot.

But Lin Mo clearly wasn't among them.

Tomorrow's goal: first raise [Slash] to level 3 and verify his suspicions about what Bern had said regarding skills.