In this chaotic world, it all started when they found an elf girl.

Chapter 76 Return to Orario

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Roy pulled out the treasure map, which had turned into an ordinary parchment scroll and was of no use.

He couldn't help but marvel at how the gods had descended to the mortal realm, revealing a world whose mysteries were beyond imagination. Although Orario was known as the "center of the world," and its dungeons were one of the three great mysteries, it wasn't enough to explain everything.

Roy calmed down. He was just a LV.2 nobody, and it was better not to know too much before he had the strength to match him.

Now that the eerie cave and the silver-haired goddess had both disappeared, Roy turned and left without looking back.

Embark on the journey back to Orario.

More than 3,000 kilometers—in his previous life, it would have taken dozens of hours by high-speed rail. Roy shook his head and smiled, but seeing his new skill "Elven Royal Authority" and the elven holy sword on his back, it all seemed worthwhile.

Just as the silver-haired goddess said, there was not a single household within a radius of several hundred kilometers.

Roy ate wild fruits and hunted animals along the way, walking more than 300 kilometers through the forest, and finally a small town came into view.

"Uncle, a few loaves of bread, a serving of beef, and some hot soup!" Roy tossed a 100-dollar fare over and spun it on the counter.

The restaurant owner's eyes lit up, and he quickly called his staff to get busy in the kitchen.

The town has a small population, only about 40,000 to 50,000. Everyone knows each other when they go out, and the social circle is only so big. When Roy first entered the town, he attracted a lot of attention and was even questioned by the guards.

At that moment, the shop owner and employees were all swarming around him; that's the allure of money.

Roy also asked the shop owner for information.

Don't ask, don't know, I'm startled when I ask.

Roy felt he had been in the cave for about half a day, but in reality, five days had passed. No wonder the silver-haired goddess's first words to him were that she thought he had died inside; it was truly bizarre.

Roy's meal was served quickly, and he wolfed it down. The wild fruit and unsalted roasted meat he'd been eating for the past few days had made his mouth taste bland.

After having eaten and drunk his fill, Roy left the restaurant and, based on the intelligence he had gathered, headed to the town's only merchant guild.

Although the town is small, it has many local specialties, and every month a caravan brings goods to Orario. Rather than walking back to Orario himself, Roy would rather become a mercenary for the caravan; although it would be slower, it's still better than wandering around alone.

He got lost in the mountains, and it took him several days to travel more than 300 kilometers.

After joining the Chamber of Commerce, the team set off two days later. Many people had already come to apply for jobs, much like the new adventurers in Orario, who liked to wear flashy but impractical armor and occasionally take out their weapons to show off.

Roy obediently followed in line.

Unsurprisingly, many people were eliminated and left dejectedly, while others felt indignant and argued their case. At this point, the caravan's professional guards stepped in and threw the person out.

Caravans are pragmatic. In this chaotic era, they encounter monsters, thieves, and bandits along the way. They don't need pampered soldiers; they want people who are truly capable of protecting the caravan.

When it was Roy's turn, he went to the counter.

"What monsters have you killed? Have you received divine favor?" The receptionist lifted his sleepy eyelids and saw that Roy looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. He immediately lost interest and asked listlessly.

Roy said, "I'm a level 2 adventurer!"

In that instant, the noisy hall fell silent, and everyone turned to look at Roy.

"Are you serious? This joke has gone too far," the waiter said, glaring. The town's most powerful adventurer was only LV.1.

With an overall ability score of just over 200, he can already easily defeat a large number of people.

Pitter! Pitter! Pitter!

Without further ado, Roy extended his right hand and activated his magic. Golden lightning surged forth, electric snakes bared their fangs and claws, and the light illuminated the entire hall.

"magic?!"

The waiter suddenly stood up, his drowsy expression vanishing, replaced by a blank stare.

Needless to say, the others were completely terrified.

Regardless of whether this person is a Level 2 adventurer or not, the mere act of casting magic is terrifying enough.

Upon hearing that a Level 2 adventurer with magical abilities had applied for the job, the merchant guild boss arrived at lightning speed.

This enormous, obese man, whose weight was comparable to that of the guild leader Royman, sat beside Roy, serving him tea and water, a fawning smile on his face. "Mr. Roy, how about five thousand falies?"

As he spoke, the fat man cautiously sized up Roy, afraid that the other man might not be satisfied.

Roy was not surprised by this treatment. In Orario, level 2 adventurers were common, but in the outside world they were as rare as pandas.

Even among LV.2 adventurers, those forged in dungeons are far stronger than those from the outside world.

"Can."

Roy replied that five thousand falies wasn't much; he could earn that in ten minutes in the underground city.

Having lived in this world for over a decade, Roy knew what the outside world was like, and this amount of money was the limit that the other party could come up with.

"Thank you so much!"

The fat man bowed deeply, his face filled with gratitude. Five thousand fali were no different from hiring a level 2 adventurer with magic.

He didn't dare to really treat Roy as a bodyguard.

Feeling guilty, the fat man treated Roy like a VIP, arranging the best hotel in town and having his own professional chef prepare three meals a day.

After the fat man explained, Roy understood why the other man was so enthusiastic.

Each time they deliver goods, they lose at least 20% of the goods and have to pay various "tolls" while being continuously robbed by bandits.

But what can you do to make a living? You can't just let your local specialties rot. If you don't sell them in Orario, the risk of them being robbed is not small if you sell them elsewhere. So it's better to choose Orario, at least you can earn more.

With Roy as their protector, any monsters or bandits who dare to come up would be courting death.

Hearing that a high-level adventurer had arrived in town, countless people flocked to the town, crowding the inn and treating Roy like a national treasure.

To cope with these incredibly enthusiastic crowds, Roy didn't even have time to grind for resources.

At the request of the people, while waiting to depart, Roy took the opportunity to clear out the monsters near the town, spreading the righteous name of the Astrea Familia.

The monsters Roy had killed piled up like mountains.

The townspeople celebrated wildly, and for the next period of time, their safety outside the town was greatly improved, making it much easier to collect local specialties.

Two days later, the caravan headed to Orario.

The goods, filling about a dozen horse-drawn carts to the brim, were under Roy's protection, ensuring an extremely safe journey. To maximize profits, the fat man had been traveling around these past two days, collecting a large amount of local specialties.

Roy was positioned at the very back of the group as a rear guard. The bandits were cunning and always cut off their retreat at the first opportunity, something the caravan was very experienced in dealing with.