Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

In this messy negotiation, Ron finally reached an agreement with the other party: he would write a letter to "advise" Karad to withdraw because the hobgoblin was indeed not his subordinate; while Carolina had to free a thousand slaves , after restoring them as free men, were escorted to Delusion by Karad, with Ron ensuring that they "would not be threatened by Carolina again".

In addition, Carolina must also pay Ron some food supplies and 120,000 gold coins for various losses - including repairs to the trading post and surrounding villages, compensation for casualties, and various magic materials used. cost.

Sera's ring is worth a lot of money.

In the end, Ron showed some courtesy and allowed the Carolinians to camp outside. The reason is that he has experienced the other party's assassination and therefore does not believe them.

Although the middle-aged envoy strongly protested against this, he finally had to find a place to rest outside the trading post. Facts have proved that Ron's worries are by no means unfounded.

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When Ron walked behind the trading post, he found that the mountain had been expanded by Annie again during this period, and a training ground was opened up for daily training.

This plan originally existed, but when the young people from Rose City came here, the construction priority here was temporarily advanced at Seymour's suggestion.

Sending these stupid young men who only know a little bit about street fighting to a delusional land is simply murder. Even the drow would not be so crazy.

"Ron! Come this way!"

Ivy and Sera are on the training ground, trying to help Constance re-select some equipment that is more suitable for living in delusion.

"A swift sword with a dagger? This is absolutely not possible!" Ivy loudly argued with Constance, "What do you think you are? A Rogue? Or a Sword Master?!"

"Unless you plan to stay in the territory all the time, I will never allow you to use such a ridiculous thing!"

"You should at least be equipped with a small buckler and a suit of chain mail, so that you can have basic security!"

Sera's view is slightly different from Ivy: "Although you may be a little older than me, I am much more experienced than you."

"This kind of gadget cannot withstand long journeys and various battles in the wild. If you really want to dual-wield, I recommend you choose this pair of tomahawks."

"Or would you be interested in those huge, heavy weapons?"

"I don't like that," Constance said a little aggrievedly, "I can't wield such a heavy weapon like you."

"Can't you believe me? I have been training with the Swift Sword for almost ten years. I -"

"Do you have any experience in sparring with a personal trainer indoors?" Ivy sighed, "In the wild, even an enemy with only one breath left may launch a fatal attack on you. No one will stop it, and there will be no People will score you, or judge whether your action is a foul, and you have to throw away most of what you have learned and adapt to this environment again!”

"So do you want to wear a turtle shell like you?" Constance said with some disgust, "I absolutely, absolutely don't want to look like that, and besides, I don't have that kind of physical strength!"

"Uh, maybe you could consider casting spells?" Ron looked at her, "That way you don't have to..."

"Sorry, I don't have that kind of talent," Constance shook her head, "Maybe I can be a long archer like my aunt?"

As he spoke, the half-elf took off a long bow from the shelf and shot three arrows at the target a hundred and fifty meters away.

Although none of the arrows hit the target, at least none missed the target.

"It's acceptable if you just look at the results." Driver, who was pretending to train the newcomers in the training ground, came over to take a look, "But this is a windless indoor room. Can you guarantee this accuracy in the wild?"

As he spoke, the goblin took off his short bow to demonstrate. The short bow was no better than the long bow, so he stood seventy or eighty meters away from the target and shot three arrows in a row.

"Bullseye... everything is bullseye!" Carlos came over to watch the fun. It didn't matter. He was going crazy. "A few more times! A few more times!"

Drayford's easily carried away temperament naturally would not refuse such an opportunity to show his face. Not only did he shoot several arrows in succession, but he even played various tricks later to demonstrate various situations that he might encounter during the adventure. .

Although the subsequent accuracy was not ideal, considering his postures that made Ron feel incredible, this result can be considered acceptable.

"I think I'd better give up on this," Constance sighed, "Speaking of which, I really don't understand, why don't you two let me use my best weapon?"

"Because what you call good at is not really flexible." Victoria and Sylvia were also resting here at this time. "Furthermore, you should know that your physical fitness is no better than that of your cousin. Sera, this combination of weapons makes your safety insecure."

"I can dodge, I can also block, what's wrong?" Constance picked up the swift sword on the ground and performed a few moves.

I have to say that her appearance coupled with her performance is quite decent - if Ron had never seen Sera and the others fighting.

"Let's do this, sister," Sylvia swung the cane that she had loved since it came to her, "Their fighting style doesn't match yours, how about I test your depth?"

"It just so happens that I also have some skills in this area."

"Well, if I remember correctly, you should be a mage, right?" Constance raised her eyebrows.

"Carolina treats slaves without caring whether you are a mage or not," Sylvia smiled and took a stance with her cane as a sword, "I am almost the worst, that is, the passing level."

"After all, in Carolina, those who are not qualified basically cannot survive."

"Do you want me to change to a training sword?" Hearing Sylvia say this, Constance couldn't help but look down on her in her heart and immediately suggested.

"Just take this pair of normal ones, miss!" Seymour smiled faintly, "Otherwise I'm afraid you'll cry in a while."

"Don't talk nonsense, Seymour, am I the kind of person who bullies newbies?" Sylvia glared at him, "I'm quite measured when I do it."

"Yes, yes, yes," Seymour stopped talking and continued to follow Driver to train the newcomers from Rose City, "You are the most measured."