Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Among these various outsiders, Ron finally found Bunnie who was tired of dealing with them.

"They came together in several groups," the priest of Tymora looked a little depressed. "Some of them are from Rose City and claim to be your acquaintances; the other part are some adventurers."

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"As for those who were most well-dressed, they were envoys from the Carolina city-states."

"Carolina?" Ron was stunned for a moment. He knew that it would be difficult for the other party to resist Kalad's legion, but he did not expect that they would succumb so quickly.

It's just that... looking at the looks and behavior of these people, Ron felt that they didn't seem to be here to make peace.

"Mr. Ron, you are finally back." Several young people came to Ron under the leadership of Seymour. The half-elf girl at the head had long, smooth black hair. "I wonder if you still remember us?" ?”

"Constance," Ivy frowned, "Why are you here?"

In fact, she wanted to say, "Don't you want your adoptive father to be a fool?" But with so many strangers around, it was difficult to say this.

"After watching your battle, I think it's time to go out for a walk." Constance put a lock of messy hair behind her ear. "My father also agreed. He thought it was time for me to have some contact. outside world in order to accept his business in the future.”

"And me and me!" Behind her, a young man waved to Ron quickly, "I'm Carlos, remember? I heard that Miss Constance was coming to Delusion Land, and I also convinced my father to let him He set me free!"

"Carlos? What about that marriage of yours?"

"Her family doesn't agree," Carlos shrugged indifferently, "But that's nothing. What I care about more is the adventure!"

"Let me join you, I'm strong and good at fighting!"

Carlos said, getting into a boxing stance and throwing a few punches in a decent manner. His three-legged cat Kung Fu is more than enough for street fighting, but if he wants to deal with the many dangers of the fantasy land, it is not enough.

Behind them were some young people who also came from Rose City. Most of these people were originally followers of Carlos and his brother. Under Carlos's instigation, they also came here one after another.

"Most of these people are the children of businessmen or craftsmen. They may not be skilled enough, but they are still not incapable of doing anything and they won't cause you any trouble." Constance said.

"We are short of manpower here right now. I welcome anyone who comes to help," Ron smiled. "Ivy, please go arrange them. As for those from Carolina? Where are they?"

"Well, isn't that the one in front of the tomb?" Sylvia raised her chin.

Sure enough, in front of the graves of the assassins who came to kill Ron and others, some people were gathering together to mourn, whispering something from time to time, and glancing towards Ron.

Judging from the looks on their faces, Ron guessed that what they said would not be good.

"Are you Ron?!" A skinny middle-aged man came over menacingly, wearing a white flower on his chest, "I am here on behalf of the Carolina city-state to demand an explanation from you!"

"Explanation? What explanation?" Ron looked at him, "I haven't asked you yet, what does this white flower mean? Are you showing condolences to the criminals in my territory?"

"Criminals in your territory?!" the middle-aged man's voice raised an octave, "These people are law-abiding citizens of Carolina City State! They passed by you and then disappeared. Today we came for official business, but we saw them. 's grave."

"They were brutally murdered by you here! You are the murderer and robber!"

As soon as he said this, the people around him looked sideways, but not to Ron, but to these Carolina people.

What was written on those graves was not clear: Poor, self-indulgent murderer from the Carolinas! Is there anything to doubt about this?

"How about we dig them out and look for evidence?" Ron looked at Victoria, "Are there any spells prepared today? Go talk to the dead people who dug them out and ask them what they are here for. ”

In this kind of world, it is still very difficult to frame an individual with all the witnesses and material evidence. Even living people are not that easy to lie, let alone dead people.

"This...it's better not to disturb the dead, right?"

Sure enough, when he saw that the priest here was really ready to dig up the grave and let the dead speak, the middle-aged man gave up decisively. While secretly cursing Mindatis for his lagging intelligence, he forced himself to find other topics to talk about.

He could gamble that all traces of the Death Squad had rotted away, not even a mouth left. But if he loses the bet, he will have no room for change later, and the previously determined negotiation policy will be completely impossible to implement.

"Never mind this," the middle-aged man changed the subject, "Even if this is true, it is their personal behavior and has nothing to do with our Carolina city-state! Is it too much for you to instruct the army to harass our trade routes and kill civilians? some?"

"Instructing the army? Where do you start talking about this?" Ron blinked his eyes and refused to admit it. "You have also seen that we only have one trading post and a few villages in total. Where can we go?" What kind of army should you raise? There should be a limit to how much you can spit on people with blood, right?"

"I have an army? Who will feed them and pay them? You Carolina?"

A burst of laughter erupted in front of the trading post. Before Ron and the others came back, these outsiders had already visited the surrounding environment. What kind of army could be raised in a place like this?

Rose City only maintains a standing army of a few hundred people, and almost the same number of levies. Previous wars basically relied on mercenaries from outside. How does Ron's place look like a place that can raise an army?

"That great goblin Kalad—" the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said with a dark face, "Can you guarantee that he is not your subordinate?!"

"I can swear to any god, devil, demon, angel or other existence," Ron raised his hands with a calm expression, "He is indeed not my subordinate."

"I do know him, and he once helped me gain a foothold in my delusions - but so what? What does this prove? Should he just listen to my orders?"

"'If a person works for you, he is your slave'. This kind of thinking is probably only yours in Carolina, right? Oh, I almost forgot, there is also the Hyland Empire, right?"

"One of their elders is at your place and is being entertained by you. Am I right?"