Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Unfortunately, you're right."

Ivy said helplessly: "Look at us, this is the team that opened up a new trade route, all that is left."

In fact, it was worse, she was the only one left.

"So..." Ron rubbed his chin, "Can we still buy water and food in this town?"

"It's very difficult, and the price is very high," Buney said bluntly. "The mayor will provide the residents with normal water, but it's almost impossible to ask for more."

"One gallon of pure water costs three gold coins, which is almost six or seven times more than before." Lavinia gave accurate data.

Alchemy requires a lot of solvents, and she is one of the people who have been hit hard.

"More than that!" A man who came to pray happened to pass by them and interrupted, "Today's market price is thirty-six silver coins, which is too expensive!"

"Furthermore, the price of food has also gone up. I don't know how long it can last like this!"

The passers-by left chattering, but Ron and the others stood there looking at each other.

"What should I do?" Dreyfus was also a little listless, "Ron, it seems that what you promised before is difficult to fulfill."

Purchasing supplies is extremely expensive; to find out information, the only option is to go south. What should we do?

"Perhaps you can try your luck with the mayor," Lavinia suggested. "I heard that they are recruiting people recently. They are probably preparing to 'require' some land and resources from the delusional land. If you can join the development If you join the group, you can probably get a lot of funding.”

"Pioneering team? He's just a mayor. Does he have that much power?" Ivy asked.

"There is only one mayor here, a half-elf," Lavinia glanced at her, "They have the final say in everything here."

"And the delusion has never been truly occupied by anyone," Bunney added. "If he can really accomplish this feat, he might really be recognized by other lords!"

"It seems we have to pay a visit to the mayor," Ron nodded, "Does he still have visitors?"

"Now? That's a bit late," Bunnie glanced at the sky outside, "But you can wait in the town for two days. The mayor is going to hold a banquet the day after tomorrow for all those who are interested in participating in the development of Dreamland. Everyone can participate, and it is estimated that the details will be announced and discussed at that time.”

"But before that, I advise you to buy yourself an outfit first."

Lavinia looked at several people with critical eyes: "If I were a guard, I would definitely not let you in - you look like a homeless person, especially this one who is about the same height as me."

"What do you mean? I'm taller than you!"

Drayford immediately refused to listen.

But looking at the three of them, Ron thought that what these two chirping halflings said was very reasonable.

In terms of clothes, Ron may be better. After traveling through time, he also wore a set of common clothes that fit the culture and times here. Apart from the fact that he was dusty, it was no big deal. But Ivy and Dreyfus are basically wearing rags - the only difference is that Ivy definitely didn't let her clothes become like this voluntarily.

As for the weapons, they were even more miserable: three people and one short bow.

Lavinia had a point in saying they might be kept out.

"How about this? Let's go have a meal first, then find a hotel to have a good night's rest, and then buy some equipment tomorrow?"

Ron roughly stated his thoughts: "Let's go to the banquet the day after tomorrow. If there is a chance, I guess all the problems can be solved at once."

Take the goblins to that delusional place, and he and Ivy leave with an excuse. It doesn't matter whether they go to Rose City or Yungang.

Ron has fulfilled his promise. As for what the goblins will encounter later in that delusional land that is considered to be full of dangers, that is not a problem for him to consider.

"Isn't this... bad?" After leaving the church, Dreyfudou hesitated, "That's all the boss's money, why didn't we come here -"

"But Dreyfus, don't you want to experience life under the sun?" Ron was persuasive. "You can eat delicious food, sleep on a comfortable bed, and wear brand-new equipment..."

"Do you think that the only things you should enjoy are dark and damp caves, hard rocks, and tasteless raw meat?"

"This...no, no no no!"

Faced with the authority of the distant hobgoblin and the easy enjoyment in front of him, Dreyfudo finally chose the latter. He put aside all doubts and fears, and happily followed Ron and Ivy into the tavern.

Goblins don't do that because they like to live in groups and obey authority, but because they are too weak.

Referring to their cousin race, the bugbears, these large goblins who are powerful enough prefer a solitary and unrestrained life, and this is also the future that the goblins look forward to.

If there was the possibility of enjoying all this, only a fool would be willing to go back to that smelly and dirty underground cave!

What Ron and the others found was a shop that combined the functions of a tavern and a hotel. The first floor was for dining, and the second floor was for guest rooms.

After sitting down, Ron ordered a sausage pie with a glass of ale, and Ivy ordered soft-fried veal with gravy. Dreyfudo, who just now was thinking about saving money for his boss, now spent a lot of money on a table full of meat and a small barrel of the store's home-brewed wine.

Ron had to place nine large gold coins on the table before the store owner dispelled their suspicion that they were here to eat a free meal.

"You are still strange," Ivy did not show some restraint and temperament until here. She wiped her mouth gently with a handkerchief and tilted her head to look at Driver who was still eating and drinking. "You can obviously endure such extreme conditions, but still maintain your pursuit of food?"

"I guess he just wants to try everything he hasn't eaten." Ron drank the last sip of beer. Just as he thought, in this world, the alcohol content of ordinary alcohol is very low, even for people like him who don't drink much, it tastes like a drink.

"Speaking of this, I'm more curious about you - I thought you would be a vegetarian?"

"What gave you this illusion? My elven blood?" Ivy winked mischievously, "I'm a warrior, and I'm half human. It's unacceptable for me to live without meat."

"It's just that ordinary barbecue is too... simple. I prefer this kind of delicately cooked dishes."

The half-elf talked about it in a random way, but suddenly stopped talking. She nudged Ron with her elbow, motioning him to look in one direction.

"Hey, look at the way those people are dressed. Are they the barbarians we saw outside during the day?"