Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Maybe it's because of Sera's reminder, or maybe it's because this world is full of various races. When Ron began to pay attention to the passers-by around him, he discovered that there were actually many strange humanoid creatures in the town of Fromm.

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"There is a pair of spotted cat people living in room 204 next door, there is an elf in room 203, and there is a dwarf living in room 206..."

Ivy casually turned the key with the 205 nameplate on her finger. Considering that she had to buy equipment tomorrow, it was natural to save money on things like accommodation.

Anyway, Driver is small, so it doesn't matter if three people squeeze him. The only thing that made the half-elf unhappy was that the goblin hunter had to let the big white rat live in - she almost had a psychological shadow on the rat.

"Can you determine their origin? Are they from outside, or are they indigenous people here?" Ron walked behind, carefully locked the door, and asked.

"I don't know about the others, but the elves must be from outside." Ivy knocked on the surrounding walls, indicating to Ron that the sound insulation effect was okay and he didn't need to speak so carefully. "The elves will not like the environment around Fromm Town. of."

It is cold in the north, with mountains to the east and the Gobi Desert to the west. Not to mention forests, there are very few woods. Even the elves who are most adapted to the society of humans and other races will not make this place their settlement.

Ivy's mother is a pure-blood elf, and her judgment is authoritative enough.

"Oh, oh--"

Drayford threw his cloak to the ground and lay on the bed with his belly stretched out, letting out bursts of happy and painful moans.

"It's killing me——"

"You deserve it," Ivy snorted, "Who asked you to order so much food? If you drink more wine, why don't you finish it off!"

It was so exhausting that she and Ron were truly free.

To be honest, Ivy actually thought about taking advantage of this moment to kill Driver a hundred more times. After all, the goblins were not very strong as individuals, and they were even more vulnerable to her.

but……

Ivy glanced at Ron, who was struggling to turn Driver over to make the bed, and put an end to this idea in her heart.

This person may not agree. Moreover, if he did that kind of thing, how different would he be from the goblins?

Having to drink raw blood yesterday was already a big step back for her.

Ivy took a deep breath and suppressed the murderous intention in her heart. Fortunately, Ron was a newcomer who had not even left the hut, and Drayford was struggling with his bulging belly, so no one noticed Ivy's temporary abnormality.

Only Dabai raised his head and twitched his beard slightly.

A night without words. If there was anything noteworthy, it was probably the pair of tabby cats next door who kept shaking the bed at night.

"It's so, so comfortable!"

Early the next morning, after Ron and Ivy had washed up, the goblin hunter was still staying in bed and refused to get up - he had never had such luxury in his life!

And he was convinced that even his boss had never been treated like this!

I might as well just stay in this bed and forget about it for the rest of my life——

"Look at what potential you have!" Ivy unceremoniously grabbed one of Dreyfudo's feet and lifted him up. "Let's go! Don't forget to put on your cloak!"

"Stupid half-breed." Driver grinned and roared at Ivy. However, the half-elf warrior who was no longer suffering from the disease would not accept his trick. The goblin had to change his clothes reluctantly and follow. Ron left the pub.

When he went downstairs, Ron noticed that Sera's group was gathering at the table where they were sitting last night, seeming to be discussing something. Seeing Ron passing by, they waved in this direction.

Like shops, churches, and taverns, blacksmith shops are also easy to find. Looking past the two vendors selling breakfast, the huge furnace at the door had already attracted Ron's attention.

But there was no fire burning in the furnace.

When the three Rons approached, a human blacksmith opened his eyes on the rocking chair and looked at the strange guest.

"It's quite quiet here for you," Ron walked in and looked around, "You haven't had any orders lately?"

"I won't take orders even if they come in. There's not much water for me in the town." The blacksmith had a beard, and the mustache on his lips trembled in a funny way when he spoke.

"I still have some inventory. You can take a look at it. If you want to buy something, I can give you a discount."

You can't eat or drink the iron. If you keep it for a long time, it will rot in the shop. It's better to exchange it for coins as soon as possible. That is the most real thing.

"Ivy, you go first." Ron made a "please" gesture. Ivy is a warrior, whether it is metal protective gear or weapons, she will naturally be given priority.

The lightest chain mail shirt weighs almost twenty pounds. Ron feels heavy with both hands, so wearing a metal shell is just asking for trouble.

"How much money do you have left?" Ivy asked quietly. It will be embarrassing if you can't pay for it in a while.

"There are almost thirty gold coins left."

Ron took out his money bag and was about to count the money when the blacksmith over there spoke first - although he didn't even look over there.

Ron counted the silver coins and copper coins by himself in disbelief. The silver and copper coins were converted into gold coins, and they were really almost thirty gold coins.

"How did you know?"

"My family has been blacksmiths since my grandfather's generation. My father is also a blacksmith, and I have been helping out since I was fourteen. It has been thirty years now." The blacksmith seemed to enjoy hearing people ask this question.

"Not to mention that you are full of coins, even if there are iron pieces mixed in, it will not affect the result of my hearing."

"It seems that your business here was quite good," Ivy walked among various equipment, flicking the armor with her fingers from time to time to listen to the sound it made, "the quality is really good."

"That's it!" The blacksmith was proud, "My grandfather was once an apprentice to a dwarf blacksmith, and in the hands of that dwarf, real magic items were once produced!"

"Although my family does not have that kind of talent, it is still easy to forge ordinary equipment to be strong and reliable-even the outlaws in the West know the Ironbeard Blacksmith Shop in Fromm Town!"

"That's really famous-how much is this one?"

Ivy took a breastplate from the shelf, which was mainly made of rolled metal plates, and the front and back halves were connected by rings and hinges and asked.

"Two hundred gold coins, no bargaining, you can't afford it." The blacksmith glanced and said immediately.

"You have a good eye, but this is my masterpiece, and I put a lot of effort into it. You'd better not have any ideas about it."

Ivy laughed, and Ron couldn't tell what emotion was in her voice. Shock? Surprise? Or anger?

"That's not right, boss. It's engraved with a cloak-shaped double lion emblem. Look at me and say it again,"

The half-elf warrior walked to the blacksmith with a breastplate, his face gloomy, and his voice raised several degrees:

"Did you make this armor engraved with the emblem of the Elf Hailan Empire?!"