Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

It was definitely impossible to re-seal it as it was, but fortunately, as a planeswalker who traveled between various planes for many years, Masalino had rich theoretical and practical experience, and he quickly re-locked the stone box in his own way.

"This is just a stopgap measure," Masalino handed the stone box back to Ron, "I can't make the same seal as before, so no matter what you plan to do with it, it's best to do it as soon as possible."

"How long can it be preserved?" Ron asked half-jokingly, "Could it be that you just embalmed the body and it can only be preserved for ten days?"

"Not really, I mean compared to the hundreds of years of preservation here," Masalino said, "If the lord has no plans to extend his life, it will be in time to deal with it during his lifetime."

The old wizard glanced at the shadow spirit: "Fortunately, you are a human. If you were an elf, I would be really worried that you would forget about this."

"You can just hand it over to that devil duke," Driver snorted, "then you don't have to worry about the preservation problem."

Yelena glanced at the goblin: "I advise you not to do this. She said that the more you find, the more generous the reward. You Do you want a bunch of useless bits and pieces? Or do you want a good magic item? "

"So it's the devil's commission?" Masarino was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head, "This is... reasonable. Purgatory is generally not vague about the affairs of the abyss. But if your agreement is really as the shadow spirit girl said, the latter option is indeed better. "

"You know, even in the most unlikely situation of violating the contract, the devil will choose to disgust the contract signer as much as possible. I have been fooled once before. "

"I agreed to order a pair of magic defense wristbands. I paid double the materials, but the profiteer could only give me a left arm - although the effect is the same, I paid three times the cost. "

"Not being greedy and leaving only a ring is considered a conscientious devil - tsk, these two words should not be put together. "Yelena was not surprised at all by this kind of thing.

"That's impossible. When I signed the order, I specifically noted that I wanted the wrist guard."

"Speaking of this," Ron looked at the planeswalker who had changed into an ill-fitting suit with curiosity, "You should have had a lot of magic items on you, right? But when we found you, there was only one robe left."

"Where are the other equipment?"

"They were used up," Masarino was extremely depressed when he talked about this. "I accepted a well-paid commission. The employer wanted a double-sided gem mask of a cloud giant to enrich his collection."

"The good news is that I succeeded. I sneaked into his castle and stole the mask while the giant was sleeping; but the bad news is that the cloud giant's servant, a reckless frost giant, came back from the surrounding human towns to 'collect taxes', broke into the room where his master was taking a nap, and woke up his self-proclaimed benevolent Master. "

"Cloud giants are almost the best spellcasters among giants. I had to consume a lot of resources to barely find time to open a portal, but even so, the other party still interfered with my spellcasting and distorted my destination. "

"A powerful wizard like you really shouldn't engage in such theft," Victoria stroked her forehead, "This is really incompatible with your identity."

"I know, but..." The old wizard twisted his hands in embarrassment, "He gave too much, and I just need a lot of money to support my research."

"Of course, I can also make money by helping people make magic items, alchemy or selling scrolls, but that's too slow. Nothing makes money faster than a somewhat dangerous adventure, right?"

Ron folded the two gems in his hand and nodded in agreement.

It's just that Masarino's luck is really not good. Not only did he not make any money, but now he has lost all his underwear.

"If you are not in a hurry to go back, why don't you stay here for a while?" Ron invited, "Although the Delusion Land is just a small place, I believe there will be something that interests you here."

"In various aspects, you are a talent that we urgently need. I am willing to pay you as much as possible..."

"Deal!" When he heard the word "reward", Masalino's eyes lit up, "Don't worry, I have a lot of experience as an arcane consultant, and I am sure I can do this job!"

"As for the reward, you don't have to spend too much. If there are any useless magic items or cultural relics from ancient ruins, just give me two dollars depending on the situation - gold coins are not important, just give as you see fit!"

Looking at Masalino who suddenly fell in a daze, Ron felt that he seemed to have been cheated by this old guy, but he was confused about where he was cheated. It was just that his intuition told him that the other party was so happy that there must be something in it.

"He needs money," Yelena whispered, "That's one thing. As for the other, if a wandering wizard wants to explore and research in an owner's territory, there are usually only two ways:"

"One is to do it secretly, and you may be treated as a necromancer and thrown into a bounty mission; the other is to pay the lord for the corresponding qualifications - you are even paying him money."

Ron: "..."

He thought that there was something wrong with Masarino's reaction!

But in fact, even if the other party really asked for a high price, Ron decided to satisfy the other party as much as possible - this is a wizard who can cast six-ring arcane magic, and he is a scarce talent everywhere, especially for a newly built territory and a lord who is just starting to learn magic.

This is not even a question of money. If you want to find a mentor who can teach magic, how many people have money but can't afford it! Ron's side fell from the sky!

Since it was a two-way rush, Ron and Masalino immediately signed the employment contract in a warm atmosphere, and packed up and set off early the next morning. But before returning to the trading post, they still had a place to go.

That was the hut of the witch Polly - this despicable witch actually fled from the battlefield and left them in front of an unkillable death knight!

"Polly!" A few days later, the wooden door of a hut in the swamp was kicked off the hinges by Sera, "You coward, get out!"

The house was quiet, and there was no voice. Ron stretched out his fingers and touched the coffee table. A thin layer of dust had already accumulated on it.

"This girl actually expected that we could come back alive. She ran away!"