Becoming an adventurer by copying monster abilities

When we returned to Twilight Town, it was already broad daylight.

Luke held a flat, round piece of black bread in his hand, with a meager amount of cheese and meat filling inside.

He bought this while passing by a food stall that seemed to be very popular.

The texture was a bit dry and hard, but the portion size was decent.

Most importantly, one serving only requires 10 copper coins.

In the world of adventurers, this is considered a very low cost.

Luca quickly finished his food as he walked, and when he arrived at the entrance of the Adventurers' Guild, he couldn't wait to go inside.

...

The reception area on the first floor of the association's lobby.

Receptionist Vera straightened her newly changed uniform and slowly patted her cheeks.

The thought of having to face those bloody spoils and some low-class adventurers all day long was daunting.

She had a strong urge to resign.

But then he thought about the decent salary the job offered, and the impulse dissipated.

This is a mental preparation she has to go through every morning before going to work.

Just as I was lost in thought, a clean, fair hand reached through the window.

He was also clutching a bag full of spoils and an identification tag in his hand.

Vera looked up and saw the young man with black hair and black eyes.

She remembered that the other party had accepted a commission here a couple of days ago.

It wasn't that she had a particularly good memory; it was mainly because the other person had very beautiful eyes.

"Hello, I'm here to hand in my task."

Luca, standing outside the window, politely spoke up.

Vera took the plaque, confirming that the mission was complete.

She then opened the bag; the lenses of her gold-rimmed glasses reflected the sunlight, obscuring her expression.

Inside the bag was a rotten goblin left ear.

Under Luke's hopeful gaze, Vera's lips curved into a smile, and her melodious voice rang out:

"16 ordinary goblins, 1 large goblin, plus the quest reward, totaling 9 gold and 2 silver."

"Thanks!"

Luke put the coins into his pocket and gave the receptionist a bright smile.

Vera watched the other person's departing figure and couldn't help but smile.

"This job is actually not bad..."

Walking down the streets of town, Luca was in a good mood.

Adding his remaining balance, his assets have now reached nearly 20 gold coins again!

Next, he went to the street where his good friend's blacksmith shop was located.

From afar, a young adventurer could be seen standing at the entrance of the blacksmith's shop, haggling with the dwarf shopkeeper.

"This is way too expensive!"

Before the dwarf Durek could speak, a richly dressed middle-aged man walked over from the other side.

The man patted the young adventurer on the shoulder and said to the dwarf boss, "I'll cover the extra cost!"

Then, the man began to sell his loan sharking services...

Durik rolled his eyes and ignored them.

Turning around, he saw Luca standing at the door with a half-smile, and greeted him warmly:

"Judging from your travel-worn appearance, did you just finish your assigned task?"

Luke nodded and got straight to the point, stating his needs.

The most important thing right now is to repair the studded leather armor.

The back of his body was slashed by a goblin. Although it didn't injure his body, the rivets and thin plates on his leather armor needed repair.

Then came the double-edged axe.

Luke felt somewhat ashamed; he hadn't taken as much care of the axe as its original owner, and it now looked rather pathetic.

The axe blade had some chips, and there were still many dried bloodstains on the handle and body that were difficult to clean.

It needs to be sanded, cleaned, and oiled for maintenance.

"The total price for repair and maintenance is 2 gold and 5 silver. Please come back in one day to pick it up."

Still no way to negotiate the price.

Luke drew the goblin's longsword from his back: "How much would you like to sell this for?"

Durik took the longsword, glanced at it, and nodded.

"It's worth at most 5 silver coins, but with this, it'll be 2 gold coins for you."

The price was reasonable, and Luke handed the other party two gold coins.

After all, only one silver coin was recovered from the short sword left behind by the fallen teammate.

After leaving the blacksmith's shop, Luke bought some more tools.

In addition to quicklime, I also bought two bottles of kerosene.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and prepared to buy a bottle of healing potion.

Although Luke was not injured during this mission, it was actually very dangerous.

If he hadn't been promoted to a professional at the last minute, he might have been defeated by four goblins.

The therapeutic solution has many effects, such as stopping bleeding, relieving pain, and repairing wounds.

One of them is that it can quickly restore physical strength.

With this trump card, he can face the battle with greater composure.

In the Adventurers' Guild's alchemy shop, a small bottle of healing potion costs 20 gold coins.

But the poor have their own way of fighting. Some adventurers say that the alchemy workshop in town sells healing potions for a lower price.

Although the treatment effect may be somewhat reduced, you get what you pay for.

On a rather secluded street corner, Luke spotted a shop with signs advertising alchemy and herbs.

The shop has a strange name: "Herbal, Alchemy and Iron Teeth".

Luke pushed open the door and walked in. The shop wasn't big, and the first thing that caught his eye was a tall figure behind the counter.

A rough estimate suggests he is over seven feet tall.

With a protruding jaw, exposed teeth, and rough, thick, brown skin, he was actually a half-orc.

At this moment, the orc was stirring a cauldron that was no bigger than his palm, occasionally adding some unknown plants into it.

Seeing that Luke was staring at his face, the orc was somewhat annoyed and said in a muffled voice:

"Hey kid, that surprised look you gave me was really rude, like you were saying, 'Orcs can do alchemy?'"

Luke did not look away:

"I'm just curious, your teeth don't seem to be made of metal."

The orc laughed, his voice rough and hearty: "Welcome, interesting human adventurer."

Luke immediately asked if there were any healing potions here.

To his surprise, the healing potions at this shop cost only 10 gold coins, half the price of those at the Adventurers' Guild.

The orc Iron Fang said with a hint of resentment:

"You know, those guys don't really trust me after they see I'm a half-orc."

"Even those who come to buy things mostly buy small tools, poisons, or hot glue."

"No one has even asked me if I sell any healing potions. You're the first one in the past year."

He seemed to have been troubled by this for a long time, and poured out his heart to Luke.

"How could these fools understand that orcs can be quite intelligent?"

Luke agreed, noting that the other party spoke fluent Common, a language completely different from the orcs he had encountered at the Adventurers' Guild.

The orc muttered to himself as he took a small glass bottle from the bottom of the counter, the cork still covered in dust.

Somewhat embarrassed, Iron Teeth blew away the dust and explained:

"The medicine usually doesn't expire, and its effectiveness won't decline for at least a few years. If you really don't trust it, I can give you another 10% discount."

It's clear that the orc boss is very keen to close this deal.

Gaining recognition for his alchemy skills has become an obsession for Iron Fang.

Luke glanced at the crystal-clear red liquid in the bottle, then at the orc's eager gaze, and nodded.

He decided to give the other person some trust.

The main reason is that the price is just too good to pass up!

Even if the effect is only half that of regular medicine, he'll still make a profit.