Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

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"In this way, even if the abyss wants to invade, it can only 'find another treasure land'." A golden dragon dragon stood beside Ron and Sylvia. After the two completed the seal, they reinforced it again with dragon magic.

The arcane consultant Masalino, who had been missing for a few days, also appeared here and installed another insurance outside the seal of everyone.

"Sir Ron, I sincerely apologize to you again," the old wizard said guiltily, repeating the words he had repeated countless times in the past few days, "If I knew that your side was so dangerous, I would never go to another seal with him."

Yes, Masalino disappeared a few days ago because the golden dragon invited him to destroy another seal in order to take out the torso of Queen Falama. They thought this might be the most difficult part, but they didn't expect that Ron's side was the real dangerous place.

If the two sides switched their targets, Ron would not have to meet Ernest.

"The Golden Dragon is only a cooperative relationship with us, and it does not need to report to us what it does," Sylvia looked at the old wizard with a slightly reproachful look, "but since you have become the benefactor's advisor, you should report to the benefactor before taking action, so that we can be prepared."

"If it weren't for the intervention of that great being, things would probably be irreversible!"

"Yes, I will learn from this lesson." Facing the reproach of the vampire who might be his great-granddaughter, Masarino could not refute anything, and could only smile bitterly and humbly accept the criticism.

However, he was also curious about what Ron had gained from this "One Minute Tour of the Dead Realm": "Lord, I heard that you can now use weapons to assist in casting spells?"

"Only for tricks. I can't reproduce the arcane spells that were combined with the Disintegration and the Law of Death," Ron took the cane handed over by Sylvia and waved it casually. Arcs of electricity began to appear on the cane. "But what's interesting is that although I can't cast it, the complete spell is recorded in the preface of the weaving. When I can completely analyze its model, I can use those powerful spells."

As he said, Ron showed his spellbook to Masarino. As expected, it recorded two complex arcane spells that were extremely obscure even for a planeswalker, and they were written in the common language.

"This is also part of the God's gift," Jin Long took a glance and then retracted his gaze, "The gift of knowledge is the most common gift of God, but it is rare to directly copy the arcane into the spell book."

"But don't worry, Ernest is called the 'End of the Law' for a reason. This god once had some arcane-related priesthood in the distant past. Even after the rise of the three goddesses, this part of the power still remains with him."

"Therefore, the arcane he bestows is very reliable, and you can trust him completely."

"As far as I know, the magic goddesses in this world are in charge of 'laws', 'creation' and 'knowable', so what kind of authority does this End of the Law have?" Ron remembered that Victoria had said some knowledge about this before, and asked immediately.

The Golden Dragon hesitated for a moment and shrugged: "Casting a spell is not a sure success. In the distant past, failure was the norm. Ernest is in charge of 'failure' and 'ineffectiveness'."

"It is said that this is an extension of his main priesthood. The failure of casting a spell is equivalent to the death of the spell, and He is the god of death, so this is under His control."

The Golden Dragon did not shy away from talking about this aspect. After all, although the one above him was under the guise of a "weak divine power", he enjoyed a high status in most worlds. A god whose influence was limited to a single plane could not be compared with him in any way.

"Don't worry, it's not a bad thing to have gods watching you," the planeswalker patted Ron's shoulder in a friendly manner, "Look at me, I have actually lived longer than a mortal should live. Even if my goddess is not very satisfied with me, I can still travel through many worlds."

"And now you have at least been noticed by a devil duke and a god. Two powerful beings serve you alone. How can this blessing be small?"

"That's hard to say..." Ron curled his lips, but he has no ability to improve this point now. But he can start by changing himself and try to make himself more comfortable in the dangers he may encounter in the future.

Ron looked at the cane in his hand. Maybe, as a spellcaster, it would be a good idea to learn some melee skills?

He is not short of people who can teach him.

"Left, right! Left, left!"

A month later, during this period of time, Ron appeared in the training ground of the trading post. As the leader here, he wanted to receive training and naturally received super-standard treatment. Specifically, the training intensity was several times higher than that of others.

"Snap!" Ron released the bowstring, and the ghost bone claw attached to it pressed accurately on the bull's eye. A month of practice proved that Ron did have some talent in archery. Although he was still far from the level of old hunters like Driver, under the blessing of magic, he had done better than Constance and Carlos, young men and women from Rose City.

"Eighty percent of your ancestors have genes like nomads, or they are hunters," Ivy sat in the rest area, directing Ron to shoot at the moving target in the field again, "You really don't remember your own Passed?"

"Will the so-called 'blood inheritance' really be effective?" After a round of fighting, Ron wiped the sweat from his face. Shooting with bow and arrow and releasing magic at the same time were both separate tasks for him. It is very difficult to sustain three times the amount of exercise. "If you have to trace the origins of our family, my ancestors did not make a living by doing this as early as a hundred or two hundred years ago."

"Who can say for sure about this kind of thing?" Ivy smiled, she looked up at the clock in the training ground that the young people had brought from Rose City, "It's almost time, that's all for today's training. ”

"Just now your 'Administrative Advisor' asked her secretary to report that there are foreign guests visiting. You'd better take time to receive them during dinner - although most of the affairs in the territory are now handed over to her, there are some things But it can’t be done for you.”

"Foreign guests? Where are the foreign guests?" Ron put down the bow and arrow in his hand and asked doubtfully, "And by the way, I don't remember approving our 'Lord of the Nation' to recruit any secretary."

"She only has one arm and one leg now. It's too embarrassing for her to run around." The half-elf laughed narrowly, "As long as you don't plan to return her complete body to Grand Duke Gracia, Then we can only make do with it."

"As for that visitor, he has been here once before. He is not tall and looks like an old antique."