Although he sensed that there should be something more to be discovered here in Vivian, no matter how many insidious inquiries Rossi made, he still couldn't get any useful information.
After dawdling for half an hour, Rosie gave up on being too entangled with her. After putting away the photos that the other party had copied and presented to her, she happily waved goodbye and left the store.
Putting on a layer of magic armor again, Rossi walked along the green brick path and shuttled between the houses of different levels with familiarity.
Look, I’m not a road freak!
Rossi, who had arrived from the east side of Godric's Hollow to the west side of the north in just a few minutes, had an inexplicable sense of pride on his face.
The place where she is now is a street nearly a hundred meters wide, with stalls of different sizes lined up on both sides. It is the market of Godric's Hollow.
Not only NPCs set up stalls here, but many players also sell equipment and materials here.
But Rosie didn't come here to buy anything. She came here to find a house elf who could take her to McCrum according to the main process seen on the forum.
After searching the bustling crowd for a long time, Rossi never saw the elf in tattered clothes and a cheerful expression mentioned on the forum.
"Could it be that it hasn't come yet at this time?"
Rosie murmured in her heart, her eyes inadvertently glanced at the crowd of people coming and going, and suddenly she noticed something strange.
"Hey, the player in the black trench coat standing in front of the NPC booth seems to have been seen at the entrance of the Enochas Photography Studio just now..."
With this thought in mind, Rosie blended into the crowd, pretending to be shopping, but actually walking cautiously toward the depths of the market, then suddenly turned around and looked back.
As expected, the player in the black windbreaker was following her not far away. When Rossi turned around, he immediately looked interested and picked up the agricultural products sold at the stall in front of him.
"Is he following me? Is he a member of the Half-blood Wizarding Autonomous Society? Or is he a hired assassin?"
As her mind raced, Rossi glanced at the status bar that indicated that the Iron Armor Curse had three minutes to expire.
With a slight smile on his lips, Rossi walked towards the other party unhurriedly.
Seeing that he still couldn't put it down, Rossi couldn't help but smile a little:
"Why, are you so interested in winter melon?"
"Forehead……"
As if he just noticed what he was holding, the player hurriedly put the winter melon back, "No, no, I'm just taking a look."
"Are you following me?"
"No, can't I go shopping here?"
"Oh!" Rossi nodded with a smile, "Then where do you want to go?"
The player immediately pointed his arm forward, looking very panicked.
"Then you stroll around slowly, and I'll go to the other side."
With that said, Rossi walked back around the side he came from.
"There are no runes unique to assassins engraved between his fingers. So, is he a member of the Half-blood Wizard Autonomous Society?"
Rosie thought as she found a corner where she could be covered.
Taking out the tracking map that had not yet been returned to Arbo, Rossi whispered to the parchment:
"Moriah!"
"Stephen 9 points!"
After finding out that these two people were located in the far west, on a map that he had not yet explored, Rossi was relieved.
It's not that Rosie is afraid, it's just that it's not the time to deal with them yet, so she doesn't want to get into unnecessary entanglements.
"It seems that before the trouble of Moria is completely solved, if you need to leave the safe zone, you must first use the tracking map to check their location."
"It's really annoying...forget it, I'll just hurry up and do the main plot!"
As his thoughts flowed, Rossi cheered up and walked out of the corner, glancing around with blazing eyes.
The next second, an unexpected figure broke into her eyes.
Confused, Rossi took three steps at a time and chased after him:
"Sammy, why are you here?"
What was in front of her was her own house elf.
"Owner?"
Hearing Rosie's voice unexpectedly, Sami was startled, and looked up nervously. His light blue eyes were filled with water drops, crystal clear and pure.
"Don't be nervous, I'm not questioning you."
Seeing her looking like she was about to cry, Rossi quickly comforted her softly, "I'm just wondering why you came here."
"Sammy is here to buy ingredients. The vegetables at Godric's Hollow Market are the freshest and cheapest in Brantania. Many house elves come here to buy ingredients."
Sami just finished speaking and suddenly looked at Rosie seriously, "Master does not need to remember this. Purchasing ingredients is not something a lady needs to worry about."
Um...Why do I think you are more worried about losing your job?
Looking at Sami's weak but firm eyes, Rosie couldn't help but mutter in her heart, then smiled and said: "No, I'm here..."
By the way, Sammy just said that many house elves come here to buy ingredients, so will she know the house elf I'm looking for?
Thinking of this, Rosie opened her mouth and asked: "Sammy, do you know a house elf who is ragged but has a cheerful expression?"
Hearing Rosie's question, Sami, who was looking up at her, blinked: "Ragged clothes and a cheerful expression?"
"Well... Sami has never heard of such a house elf!" After thinking hard for a long time, Sami still shook his head in thought.
"What does Master want to do with this house elf? If necessary, Sammy can go find my friends to find out."
Hearing the first half of what she said, Rossi was a little disappointed, but then he started to look forward to it again: "I need to go to Macrum, and I heard that it can take me there. Then you can help me find out..."
"Just going to Macroom?"
Before he finished speaking, Sami timidly interrupted, "If that's the case, then Sami can take the master there!"
"ha?"
Rossi's eyes suddenly lit up. How could a servant do this? Yes, my layout is too small.
"Sammy, you're so awesome! This is such a help!"
Rosie said happily while rubbing Sammy's head.
With a slight explosion, Rosie, held by Sammy's little hand, disappeared from the market in Godric's Hollow in an instant.
Regarding this situation, except for a few Muggles who came here to pursue the mystery, most people looked unsurprised.
Not far away, a player wearing a black windbreaker saw Rossi disappearing, and immediately summoned a courier and released him with force.
At the breakfast stall not far behind him, a thin and stooped figure, no more than seventy centimeters tall, sat there very comfortably.
Although it was dressed in rags, it didn't look timid at all.
At this moment, while eating bread, it looked at a house elf beside it with a smile and its protruding black eyes:
"Dobby, you don't have to envy me. As long as you make money, you can eat the food you want and buy the things you want."
"Smeagol, are you telling the truth?"
Just after saying this, Dobby suddenly slapped himself in the face with his palm, "Bad Dobby! Dobby is not a good house elf! Dobby can't have any evil thoughts! House elves can't make money. of!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"
Smeagol muttered in a low voice, "What an ignorant race!"
