Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 103 Ivy's Parents

A foreigner would sell it for 15 gold coins, while a local would sell it for two silver coins, a full 75 times the price. To say that he was ripping off the tourists was an exaggeration.

The exorbitant price you ask for is too much!

Ron opened the bottle of perfume that was only as high as his index finger knuckle. He opened it carefully, fearing that it would spill if he was not careful.

Smell the smell, check the quality. Ron didn't see too many clues, but he was sure of one thing: this store should still be profitable.

"How else do you think Rose City developed?" Ivy laughed. "It's a pity that when I was a child, the spice market here was almost saturated. Otherwise, if you moved here to do this business, wouldn't you be able to make a lot of money with your alchemy skills and knowledge?"

"That's enough," Ron smiled as he put the cap on the bottle of rose oil. "I'm going to sell this. I can sell one bottle for a maximum of fifteen copper coins."

After turning two streets, when Ron and his friends saw the tavern whose style was very different from other buildings in the city, they knew they had arrived.

In the Rose City, the Night Breeze Tavern stood in a corner of a busy street. Flourishing and diverse vines covered the walls according to a special pattern. Some of them were in bloom. When Ron and others approached, they could smell a fragrance that was very different from the vulgar fragrance outside.

Like most taverns in this world, the Night Breeze Tavern is divided into two floors, the first floor is the tavern, and the second floor is the guest rooms. But the decoration here also shows the owner's unique taste and interest, the decoration is elegant and unique, the walls are covered with gorgeous curtains, and the exquisite glass chandeliers illuminate the entire space.

Climbing the spiral staircase to the second floor, Ron felt as if he had arrived in the kingdom of elves, not in the prosperous Rose City. Each room here is exquisitely decorated, and the exquisite furniture and soft beds make people feel at home. Walking into a room, you can see the patterns carved on the window lattice dancing with magical light. Reaching out and touching it, the scenery outside the window changes, from the bustling streets of the city to the deep and elegant forest, and then to the deep and bright starry sky. The myriad changes are enough to make the tenants forget the troubles of the world and fall into a sweet dream.

"That's the best guest room here," Ivy said with a smile, "An uncle helped enchant it for free. He was a wizard in the elf resistance army back then and he had a close relationship with my mother."

"Mom? Dad? I'm back!"

Ivy searched everywhere in the tavern, and finally, after persistent calling, an elf woman with long, messy light golden hair came out of a locked room.

Following closely behind was a thin man who looked to be in a bad mental state.

Judging from his eyebrows and figure, Ron guessed that he must have been a handsome man when he was young, but...

Time is a butcher's knife, but a butcher's knife is more than just time.

"Ivy? Where have you been for so long? Daddy missed you so much!" The man saw Ivy as if he had seen a savior. He rushed over and hugged his daughter in his arms, regardless of the heavy armor she was wearing. "My dear daughter, are you injured? Are you thirsty? Are you hungry? Have you lost weight? How is the commission going?"

Compared to the man's concern, Ivy's elf mother seemed a little cold: "You're back, you've only been away for a few days, why are you making such a fuss?"

"Ivy, you go take care of your new friends. Your dad and I still have some, uh, accounts to settle. We'll entertain you later--"

"What are you still checking?" The man stamped his feet. "Liya, our daughter's commission this time is a mission to Yungang. She hasn't been home for several months!" "You and your friends go downstairs and sit down. I'm going to cook for you today!"

Without waiting for Ivy and the others to answer, the middle-aged man rushed downstairs and went straight to the kitchen.

"My parents are both good at cooking. When Night Breeze first opened, they were the ones who took care of all the affairs," Ivy gestured for us to come. "Come on, I'll take you to my 'exclusive seat'! No matter how good the business is, there will always be an empty table for us!"

After Ron and the others sat down, Ivy's mother, Leah, also moved a stool and sat at the table. Elves have a long lifespan and almost never age, which makes Leah and Ivy look more like sisters than mother and daughter, and Ivy may even look older.

"You are Ivy's new partner, right?" Leah looked at Ron and the others, "I have seen her teammates before she set off, and you are not among them."

"Like the spice merchant, they're all dead," Ivy sighed. "The route he mapped out was too difficult, and there were natural disasters and man-made disasters. We also encountered a raid by goblins. If it weren't for Ron, I would probably have died in the goblin dungeon."

"Oh, by the way, there is also Driver's help. I am able to survive thanks to him." Ivy specifically mentioned Driver.

Elves are slow to make friends or enemies, and even slower to forget them. They respond to minor offenses with contempt and to major insults with ruthless revenge. It's safe to say that Leah's attitude toward goblin hunters is not good.

"I understand," Leah nodded and extended her hand to Ron. "Humans and elves are steadfast allies in most cases. I'm glad that you are so upright and brave to save my daughter from danger."

"As for you..." Leah looked at the goblin, "If you can ensure that you stay clean every day, I will also be happy to entertain you."

"Hey! I protest!" Driver jumped up, but unfortunately his protest was ineffective.

"So what about the remaining few?"

Ivy introduced her companions one by one, but Leah's expression did not change much, as if she was used to her daughter introducing her teammates in batches in this way.

Only when she saw the giant sword behind Sera did Leah's expression change.

"Grip of the Blue Wave, right? I hope I haven't forgotten the name."

"Do you recognize this sword?" Sera was surprised and asked quickly, "Then do you know who Rusek Bloodming is?"

"Of course, the owner of this sword, an orc, was also a hero." Leah showed a look of reminiscence, "I was still young when she was active, but she was the first person to raise the banner of resistance against the tyranny of the Hailan Empire, leading the orcs and half-orcs to rebel against the Hailan Empire, which was still in its heyday at the time."

"Although the rebellion was unsuccessful, she died alone along with the empire's chief wizard, Gillianis Galanold. Her two-handed giant sword also disappeared with her death. I didn't expect to see it here."

(End of this chapter)