My job list is full of alien girls.

Chapter 51 Who is this wandering knight?

Rhodes climbed the steps and happened to run into several adventurers coming down in front of him. They had their heads down, their faces were dejected, and their steps were extremely heavy.

Upon seeing Rhodes and his companions, the adventurers who had been rebuffed initially wanted to say something, but upon seeing Don Quixote's armor and their own equipment, they could only mutter dejectedly in low voices:

"Three more hotheads who think they can get in just because they have better equipment."

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Rhodes's gaze unconsciously swept over them.

Judging from his discerning eye as a corpse collector, while these people's equipment wasn't top-tier, it was still of decent quality, at least better than what those naive adventurers could compare to.

Equipment of this quality displayed on the first floor would attract many envious glances, making it a valuable asset in the eyes of lower-level adventurers.

If he finds this kind of equipment while digging up corpses, his quality of life will be quite good for the foreseeable future.

Unfortunately, these creatures are rarely encountered on the outskirts of the Misty Forest. Even when they do appear sporadically, most of their equipment is already damaged from their constant travels, making them unsellable.

However, these potential high-quality clients of Rhodes were like defeated roosters, and could only slink away in disgrace.

There were no guards on the second floor responsible for checking badges, but when Rhodes stepped onto the last step, he immediately felt an invisible, heavy pressure in the air.

The decor here seems intentionally designed to differentiate it from the first floor, looking quite different from the simple style downstairs.

The carpet covered the entire floor, perfectly silencing all the footsteps of boots, and a faint herbal aroma filled the air, completely obscuring the murky noise below.

The walls nearby were covered with the skins and bones of various monsters; the money and glory that lowly adventurers coveted were nothing more than decorations here.

A few groups of people were scattered around the hall. Although they were also adventurers, they were on a completely different level from the group downstairs in terms of both their aura and equipment. They wore shiny adventurer badges on their chests, and several receptionists were moving among them to serve them.

The arrival of the three instantly attracted the attention of the area, and the adventurers sitting on the sofas all turned to look at them.

"These people..."

Alina keenly sensed their gazes and instinctively wanted to remind Rod.

But she soon discovered that those gazes were not very hostile; they were just full of scrutiny and criticism.

It's like they're observing whether they're qualified to come here.

Their gazes lingered briefly on the familiar Susanna and Don Quixote, clearly accustomed to their presence.

However, when they saw Rod, their expressions changed somewhat.

A guy I've never seen before...

His looks and equipment are quite good, but I wonder how strong he is?

What race is this? It looks like both an elf and a human.

Similar thoughts flashed through their minds, but no one stepped forward to stop Rhodes and the others.

"It seems...nothing happened?" Rhodes' expression remained unchanged, and his pace did not falter at all. He was just secretly observing everything with Alina in his mind.

"Maybe it's because you have someone with you..." Alina said, "And some adventurers who don't look very strong are probably members of their group."

Hearing her say that, Rod understood, but then new questions arose.

"If there are such powerful adventurers on the second floor, why were they allowed to cause trouble last time?"

In their shared consciousness, the two were of one mind, and Alina quickly understood what Rhodes was referring to.

"Perhaps... this is also part of the Adventurers' Guild's philosophy of freedom?" She said thoughtfully, as if she had thought of something. "As long as their interests are not threatened, there is no need to intervene personally."

Just like the aloof and arrogant nature of the elves, in order to maintain this aura...

Upon hearing this, Rod was slightly taken aback.

Lowering the monster bounty requirements is not a bad thing for adventurers of any level; on the contrary, it can bring them more benefits.

Especially these large adventure groups with more abundant resources and intelligence...

As they were talking, a waiter who was in charge of receiving them came to Don Quixote and Susanna.

The other person moved extremely lightly, only slightly bowing when they were close:

"Miss Susanna, Miss Don Quixote, and this one..." She looked at Rhodes.

"Hiro." Rhodes nodded.

Upon hearing the name, the waiter paused slightly, then gave him a standard, polite smile.

Rhodes and his two companions followed the waiter, walking through the hall into the deeper part of the hall.

Seeing this, the once quiet hall suddenly became noisier.

The Adventurers' Guild does offer rental services for meeting rooms, but the direction they were heading towards was clearly not that one; instead, they were heading to the VIP room at the far end of the hall, which was almost never open to the public.

Don Quixote and Susanna were distinctive, and most of the people here had seen them a few times and knew they were the servants of that mysterious great man, but Rhodes was seeing them for the first time.

Who is this wandering knight?

Such questions quietly spread throughout the hall.

Meanwhile, in the private room where everyone was curious, the mysterious big shot in their eyes was lazily holding a purple staff in one hand and drinking from a bottle of wine in the other.

"Ton ton ton ton ton..."

Inside the luxuriously decorated private room, the walls are adorned with meticulously drawn adventure maps and encyclopedias of rare monsters. In the corner stands a gilded shelf displaying crystal wine glasses, dried rare herbs, and various monster trophy ornaments.

A fireplace on one side burned a gentle fire, spreading warmth throughout the room. The air was filled with the aroma of incense and a faint scent of wood, creating a luxurious atmosphere without being ostentatious or vulgar.

The strong smell of alcohol at this moment added a touch of freedom and intoxication to the otherwise solemn and luxurious atmosphere.

Although the Adventurers' Guild has always upheld the ideal of freedom,

However, these lessons forced them to enforce strict rules and implement absolute regional alcohol bans in order to prevent staff and adventurers from getting drunk and causing problems, and to ensure the most basic operation of the work.

However, such absolute rules can be freely adjusted at times, such as today, in this place, or for a certain person.

"How many bottles has she drunk today?"

Lucius's lips twitched as he looked at the empty bottle on the table, and he whispered to the man next to him who was the current vice president of the Adventurers' Guild.

"What time is it? She's already drunk eight bottles?" The vice president's eyelids twitched wildly, and he couldn't help but wail softly, "If she keeps drinking like this, my entire stock will be completely depleted..."

Those were wines he had painstakingly collected with countless amounts of money and resources. Good wines were already hard to find in Misty City, and these past few days, he had poured all sorts of delicacies into them to entertain Milan.

"Me too..."

Lucius was in a better position; as the second son of a nobleman, he had access to some special channels for fine wines.

But his relationship with Milan wasn't good to begin with. If it weren't for the intelligence, he would have quit long ago. Why would he be sitting here being taken advantage of by the vice president?

If Milan drinks alcohol like it's water, he won't have to work anymore; he might as well just be her personal alcohol buyer!

Lucius muttered to himself, “Why doesn’t this woman just drown in a barrel of wine?” “She’s so picky and fussy. She doesn’t even like ordinary wines and insists on drinking the expensive ones that are scarce.”

"Isn't it supposed to be that mages are supposed to focus on studying and research? How come she can drink even more than those drunken adventurers?" the vice president complained to him resentfully.

"Hmph, that's because I can't drink normally in order to stay sober, so I'm taking this opportunity to indulge myself."

Milan took over their conversation with a cold laugh, then put down the empty wine bottle in her hand and waved it at the vice president.

It feels so good to be able to do whatever you want without having to pretend to be polite or elegant.

However, the wine in this small town is really not very good; it doesn't taste as good as the fruit wine made by the villagers earlier.

"If you're bored, go find someone for me," she said, opening another bottle of wine from the table and ignoring the vice president's pained expression. "I'll set off as soon as I find someone."

"Oh? There are people that Lord Milan can't find?" Lucius couldn't help but ask curiously.

Upon hearing that his wine cabinet would no longer be wasted by the other party, the vice president instantly perked up.

"Who should I look for?"

"An adventurer, a wandering knight, named Hiro, as for his characteristics..." Milan narrowed his eyes and fell into deep thought, then tilted his head back and began to drink from the bottle again.

"Stop drinking! Stop drinking! Finish talking first!"

Seeing that half of the golden liquid in the crystal bottle had instantly disappeared, the vice president was practically ready to rush up and grab Milan, begging her to tell him who he needed to find.

boom--

The heavy door to the private room was kicked open with a dull thud.

"Hooray! The great Don Quixote has successfully completed his preparations for his adventurous journey!"

A vibrant and energetic voice rang out, and Milan knew who it was without even turning her head, her brows immediately furrowing.

"I've told you so many times, forget it..." Milan wanted to scold her, but then sighed and simply tilted her head back to continue drinking the bitter wine.

"Ms. Milan...please stop drinking," Susanna's somewhat shy and helpless voice followed. "Please look who's here."

What important person could possibly come and stop her from drinking?

A few names flashed through Milan's slightly sluggish mind, only to be quickly rejected.

Those old guys couldn't possibly be in Misty City, so who else could...?

With that thought in mind, Milan glanced at Susanna sideways, and when she saw the familiar turquoise figure at the door, she immediately spat out a mouthful of wine.

puff--!

Why is he here?!

"Cough cough... Hey!" Caught off guard and choking, Milan could only frantically wipe the wine off her body with her large robe, forgetting even to use magic.

"Hello, you're here. Hmm... Please sit down, don't stand."

She gestured for Rod to sit down and then grabbed a glass from the side to pour him a drink.

"Want a drink? I'll have one, this one's pretty good, haha..."

But as soon as the wine was poured out, he noticed that there was still his own saliva on the bottle, so he picked it up embarrassedly and took a sip to calm himself down.

Seeing Milan's reaction, the vice president and Lucius exchanged glances and unconsciously began to scrutinize the newcomer.

Who is this wandering knight?