Rodwin's river was filled with ships sailing in and out of the harbor. It is located outside the town, along with the massive warehouses storing cargo. Dozens of wooden sailships were anchored at the river port. Their designs resembled those used in China during the Ming Dynasty, except they were much more colorful, with unique patterns to distinguish each ship from the others. A flood of humanity is covering every inch of ground near the vessels. Drydocks were building new wooden boats, upgrading or repairing the damaged ones on their journey to get here. The sailors and adventurers unloaded their cargo and the creatures they brought to trade. Carriages twice the size of the one we are riding in were used as cargo transportation. They were being pulled by creatures that resembled Styracosaurus. I knew that name because I was a Dino nerd for most of my childhood.

"I need to stop the carriage here and speak with some of the Ship Captains for a bit," Blackrock informed us as the horses stopped in front of the ship with black, white, and red sails.

"I hope they brought the Minotaur I ordered!" Redrock says as he exits the carriage and leaves Whiterock behind with me. I looked at Nazareth, who rode his Dark Fae Bear and ordered it to stop beside our carriage. It growled at anyone who walked too close to us.

I heard the locals speaking in Falaran. At the same time, the Sailors and Adventurers conversed with each other in foreign languages that I had not yet learned. I recalled that Rachel could scan books to increase her knowledge—wait!

"Nazrat! What did you do with that book that could translate Wicken-Falaran?" I asked, and Nazrat lifted one of the Bear's Pangolin scales and pulled the book out from underneath it. He then urged his mount to get closer to the carriage and handed it over to me. I tried to communicate with Rachel through my thoughts.

Rachel! Can you study this book remotely?

[No, I can only read your thoughts, not see through your eyes. But once you bring it back to the Dungeon Core, I should be able to scan the book and unlock the language for you]

This is much better than hoping someone with a foreign language skill will come and die in my Dungeon.

At this point, I noticed Blacrock and Whiterock were arguing with the sailors and captains.

"Thank you! Now, I want you to join Blackrock and Whiterock," I order Nazrat, who looks in their direction and nods before directing the Bear to head there. The Bear's appearance spooks the crowd even though it's a Clay Rank. They back off a bit to give Blackrock and Redrock room to follow one of the Captains onto the ship to inspect something.

It didn't seem they would return soon. I looked at the book in my Golem hands again and got an idea.

"Are there any bookstores here that sell foreign-language translations like this one?" I ask Whiterock, who is seated opposite me.

"Of course! It is necessary for the people of Rodwin, who receive sailors and adventurers from all over the continent. But you don't have to buy it from a store. I carry them all in my storage ring since it comes in handy for deciphering foreign intel." Whiterock explains.

"How many do you have, and how much do they cost?" I ask.

"I have translation books for the other four Kingdoms. They are worth a few gold coins, but Non-human translation books are hard to find, even for me. I wouldn't mind trading them for your Wicken translation book," Whiterock offered.

"When we get back to the Dungeon, I will make a copy of it and give the original to you," I reply. Rachel will scan it before I exchange it for the four Kingdom language books.

"That works!" Whiterock replied.

I remembered the Map of Arya that Brock had studied in his memories. It wasn't detailed enough even for him, but he made do with it to get a general idea of the continent.

Rachel! Could you study maps as well?

[If a highly ranked cartographer made it, I can have the interface produce 3D maps]

"I just remembered that I must acquire a detailed Map of Arya. Do you have one on you?" I ask.

"I do, but how will you pay for it?" Whiterock asks.

"Mana Crystals, but it should be of high quality to interest me," I reply.

"Well, any document that records details like geography, history, locations, and creature characteristics is also graded according to the Rank of the individual who created it. I have one created by a Gold Rank cartographer. Finding a better one will not be easy. But I'm willing to sell it at sixteen Mana Crystals," Whiterock offers.

"Sixteen Mana Crystals!" I exclaim. Though knowledge is indeed power, how could a map be that costly?

"I would have charged twenty, but you will need a good map since you must make tunnels to get around Arya without being detected. As for why it costs so much, this Gold Rank Map I have is used by Falar's Royalty and their Army. A few Traders and wealthy Adventurers also have it, but they treat it as family heirlooms that they can never part with." Whiterock explains.

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"Then how do you have one to sell? Won't you need it?" I ask.

"Let's say Blackrock has his unique ability to spot lies, and I have one that can help me copy documents without lowering their grade," Whiterock explained.

Oh? So, he is a Human who can copy and paste documents.

The third sibling must have one since two triplets have unique abilities.

"That seems useful for your work. I must hold off on buying the Map until we return to the Dungeon," I inform. By then, the miners would have mined more Mana Crystals. I store the Wicken translation book in my storage pendant.

"I understand, no one would carry around all their wealth with them." Whiterock reasoned.

Maybe I don't have that wealth to spend on a Map. But it will be wise to invest in it for the long run. But now I am curious about their unique abilities.

"If you don't mind, does Redrock also have a unique ability related to taming creatures?" I ask.

"You catch on quick. Not every Tamer could teach Imps to speak Falaran without having them eat a Falaran citizen." Whiterock explained.

"I thought they learned it from their Leader Caste or Human Imps," I reply, which surprised Whiterock and made him laugh.

"Hahaha! You haven't seen the Imps in the Market yet. Listen! The Non-Leader Castes only know Impan. Their purpose is to get good at their caste role. Learning Human languages is the responsibility of their Chiefs. This means they don't care too much about raising their intelligence or learning skills unrelated to their role. Warriors focus on brawn to improve their combat power, Mages meditate to raise their Mana Pool, Miners focus on raising their work speed, and the others... well, you get the idea." Whiterock explained.

"Then how did Redrock teach them a new language?" I ask.

"Redrock can impart language to non-humans and monsters through his unique ability. But they should have enough intelligence to speak at least one vocal language, or it won't work." Whiterock reveals.

"Then I will ask Redrock to teach all the Imps I buy," I reply.

"Ah! I forgot to mention that it takes an hour to teach an Imp. If their intelligence is sub-par, then it takes even longer. There is no way that Redrock will agree to teach a hundred Imps even if you pay him 100 Mana Crystals." Whiterock explained.

This isn't a big deal because all the Imps will end up as my Golems one day, able to understand me and sync their language skills with what I learned. But it slowly dawned on me why the triplets brought me to Rodwin to get the 100 Imps they promised. Did I get scammed again?

"I know you must be thinking of it as a scam. But eventually, you would have easily spotted the difference between Nazrat and the Imps in the Market, so it's not a secret we were trying to hide from you. Anyways, you require an army, not just Falaran-speaking Imps. You can assign the Human Imps as translators and leaders to manage the Imps." Whiterock explained.

"I was planning to have Nazrat lead the Imps," I inform.

"Nazrat? But he is from the warrior caste. They won't take his orders unless the Human Imps treat him as their Chief." Whiterock pointed out.

"I will order them to do so," I replied, making Whiterock uncomfortable.

"There is a problem with Nazrat. He has been stuck at Clay Rank for years. When the other Imps eventually rank up, they might rebel against an order to serve a Clay Rank who can't Rank Up. So I suggest you reconsider the Human Imps instead." Whiterock explained.

"So you three knowingly gave me a defective Imp?" I asked a question that had bothered me since I read Nazrat's details before we left the Dungeon. I kept quiet about it since I didn't want to spook them or reveal that I had a way of checking almost everyone's details, apart from Blessed Heroes and the Triplets.

"Nazrat isn't defective! He was the smartest Imp in Redrock's stock. But no matter what my brother did, the Imp refused to meet the conditions to rank up. But you might convince him to do it since he calls you 'High Chief'!" Whiterock revealed.

"Back up... Nazrat is the smartest Imp that Redrock trained?" I ask for clarification.

"For some reason, Nazrat learns things quickly. He managed to learn five Priest Caste skills in five months. If you think I am making it up, remember that he learned the Wicken language within a few hours to summon that Bear!" Whiterock pointed out.

The Ancestor's Wisdom skill is probably why Nazrat is more intelligent and willing to learn.

"Then why would Redrock sell such a gifted Imp for a small price?" I ask, now that I understand Nazrat's true worth.

"Since we were dealing with someone offering us so much Mana Wood. Redrock felt he had to provide his best Imps to impress you." Whiterock explained.

If Nazrat had not mentioned the Dungeon, I would have asked Redrock to eliminate his Imps.

"I see... thank you for sharing this. I will heed your advice if Nazrat is unable to Rank Up." I reply.

"High Chief! We are back!" Nazrat yelled from afar as he rode his Bear, following behind Blackrock and Redrock.

"What took you two so long?" Whiterock asked his brothers

"The ships we hired to deliver our cargo were attacked by Pirates a few hours back. Half the crew was killed, and all our stuff got stolen. The Captain is willing to take us to where they were attacked. Nazrat's Bear should be able to follow their scent and lead us to their pirate cove. It will mean leaving Rodwin, or we will lose their trail." Blackrock explained and then looked at me.

"I can tell that cargo is important to you. Take Nazrat and his Bear with you. But I will stay in Rodwin and do some shopping until you return," I tell them.

"High Chief! I can't leave your side!" Nazrat protests.

"Will you disobey my order? Anyway, I plan to buy a mount of my own. A strong one like your Bear, so don't worry about my safety. You can have your summon find me through my scent... do I have one?" I ask Nazrat, who gets his Bear to sniff and lick me.

"I believe you do now. If you tell me what kind of mount you are looking for, I can point you in the right direction." Redrock offers.

"The Giant Metal Beetles from the Cheran Kingdom!" I answer.

"Oh? That's why you were asking about them. Since those bugs are pretty big, the traders who sell them will be located on the other side of town, where the giant monsters and elemental beasts are sold. You must get past the Town center and follow the main road until you reach the outskirts. It will be hard to miss those Traders," Redrock explained.

"You will have to take care of our carriage. Just drive it along the main road and never take the small roads. This town is safe because of all the adventurers who gather here and the mercenaries whom the merchants hire to keep the peace and protect their goods. However, you should avoid the shady areas and pretend to be a Warrior Dwarf." Whiterock warned.

"Got it! But are you sure you can deal with the pirates so easily?" I ask.

"The Captain said they were all Steel Rank, so it shouldn't be hard for us," Blackrock replied, hinting at their strength.

The Triplets, Nazrat and his Dark Fae Bear boarded the ship. I watched them raise anchor, row out of the harbor, and release the sails to catch the wind. After I lost sight of the colored sails, I climbed into the driver's seat of the carriage and drove the horses slowly into the town.