Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Devil..." Desire Demon felt that his breath was choking in his chest, and he almost lost his breath.

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Just one thousand, forget it! If the hostess thinks the price is unreasonable, let her decide. She must leave before noon, otherwise she will be pissed here sooner or later!

"I will bring back a few samples of the Abyssal Silver Ore for submission and formally sign the contract next month." The Demon of Desire collected several pieces of Abyssal Silver Ore scattered on the ground and summoned a teleportation array at his feet, "Human, You'd better read that bald guy's writings day and night and pray that the Archduke won't unleash his thunderous wrath!"

"So, what to do with these on the ground?" Ron kicked the "gold coins" scattered on the ground.

"Whatever you want!"

The figure of the desire demon disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only a pool of pure gold lead and everyone staring with big eyes.

"Benefactor," Sylvia gave Ron a thumbs up, "I've heard of people who can subdue demons and succubi in bed, but I've never heard of people who can make demons run away with their words! With this, you can add titles and titles to yourself! ”

"'Ascetic'? 'Devil's Bane'?" Ivy joked, picking up a few gold coins from the ground, "I picked up a few as souvenirs and asked someone to send them home - by the way, did the guy named Mordenkainen say anything? I said, is there a curse on this gold coin? Can ordinary people wear it?"

"How can it be better if it's made of lead?" Ron glanced at the half-elf helplessly, "But you can ask someone to pull these back and frame the walls to create a separate reception room - thin A layer of lead will block a lot of detection magic."

"Then we might as well keep it for ourselves," the half-elf thought for a moment, "The style of decoration in Night Breeze makes a room full of gold coins too vulgar."

"Then wait until Masarino completes New Green Marsh Town," Ron nodded, "Exuri must like this style."

"How long do you think it will take for him to dig out all the gold coins from the wall?" Dreyfudou looked at the gold coins on the ground with some reluctance that could only be used as decorations. "I like this too. The style comes..."

"You'd better save it," Victoria turned the hammer and hit Drivedo's big head with the handle of the hammer. "The lifespan of goblins is not long. They have finally received the blessing of nature. You just want to hurry up." End your life?"

Even she knows that this kind of room cannot be occupied for a long time, except for real dragons.

After solving the demons who stole the mines underground, the ghouls that troubled the hill giants naturally disappeared. Ron and the others also paid the giants as agreed, and at the same time dragged back Rurik, who was hiding from debts.

Faced with a mountain of iron proof (iron pickaxe), the blacksmith who once threatened that he would never forge it could only put aside his worth and honestly start forging Yuanyin.

As for the craftsmen on the Transformers side, Ron is not going to bother him for the time being. Judging from Quest's report after they came back, their own village is still in the construction stage, and removing him at this time will greatly affect the progress.

Although the shapeshifters have been recognized by the vast majority of residents in Ron's territory, everyone still keeps away from going to work in their settlements - trust is one thing, putting one's biological life It is another thing to feed sociological life into other people’s mouths.

Maybe these shapeshifters are good people and don't swallow food of their own accord - but what if they do it subconsciously? Not doing things under the melons and plums is the secret for ordinary residents of this world to maintain peace among multiple races.

"We know this ourselves," Quest, the shape-shifting monk, an alien among aliens, smiled and took a sip of light beer when talking about this matter, "so even if we go to other villages to work, we are willing to Under everyone’s supervision – just don’t make it look like a circus.”

"Everywhere in the territory is very busy now, so all kinds of conflicts will not be intense or frequent." Ron, who returned to the trading post, sat opposite Quest and "snapped" a piece of roasted venison with a fork and put it in his mouth. , his eyes quickly scanned the reports of the leaders of each village these days, "If you can make everyone not have a bad feeling towards you during this period of time, even if it gradually stabilizes in the future, there will definitely not be too big a problem. question."

Ron's use of knives and forks is basically a variation of chopsticks, and Sera and Drayford can't even catch up with him. But after all, he is considered a lord, and Ron would like to take the opportunity to learn the orthodox usage methods from the "Masters of Rose City" here, but Constance and Carlos are not very enthusiastic about this.

"Tsk, I always think it's weird to hold a fork like this." Ron looked at the pieces of meat on the fork and laughed.

"Did you eat it in your mouth? Just eat it in your mouth." Ivy, who was sitting at the same table with them, put down the tableware and wiped the corners of her mouth, "You are a lord, and everything you do follows the rules of the nobility, no matter where you are. It’s all like that.”

"As for the complicated etiquette Constance learned, they are just standards customized to 'integrate' into the upper class society. What else do you need to learn when you are already in it?"

"What you say and what you do are different," Ron said with a smile, "What about you, did you also learn these things to blend into upper class society?"

"Remember, I am half-elf, I carried it in my womb."

Ron: "...You're almost done."

"It actually varies from person to person," Quest carefully wrapped up the remaining fruits and vegetables in front of him and prepared to take them away, "Based on my experience as a spy for many lords, there are usually two types of lords who need this kind of social etiquette very much."

"One is those who inherit power from their family. They must always show the rules to establish their status because they don't actually have the talent they deserve; the other is those who are supported by other forces. They must follow other people's rules to show their loyalty in order to keep the wealth that does not belong to them."

"You don't have these burdens, so you don't have to worry about it - if there are diplomatic affairs with other kingdoms or even empires in the future, we will give you corresponding training in advance, and you will definitely not be in his embarrass yourself in front of them."

"Hmm..." Ron was just chatting, otherwise he wouldn't be doing three things at the dinner table. At this moment, he turned over a page of the report and saw something new, "'Apply to build a shrine to worship Tyr'? What does this mean?"

"What do you mean?" Quest was stunned for a moment, "Tyr is the god of justice, although there are not many believers in this area."

"You don't think they are mocking you for not being fair and just, right? We can reject this request..."

"Nervous," Ron rolled his eyes at Quest, "I don't believe in the gods of the order field, they can build it if they want. What I'm curious about is the person who applied:"

"Andre, the Tyr paladin, has the same name as our militia captain. "