Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Not tall...that dwarf?"

Ron frowned immediately when he heard this. No matter how high the reputation and qualifications of that dean, it didn't stop him from having any good impression of this dwarf suffering from degeneration.

"What is he here for?"

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"I don't know about this," Ivy shrugged. "By the way, his businessman student didn't come with him this time. He just wrote a letter, hoping that we can help his teacher and two junior students. Help."

"Are we familiar?" Ron shook his head and walked outside, "But if that's the case, then I don't need to see them - as long as these people don't do anything harmful, normal reception is fine, special ones There is no preferential treatment at all.”

"Well, regarding this, I suggest you give it some thought," Ivy followed with a bit of laughter and laughter, "He took out a document stating that you are an Eldon student and you should provide him with some conveniences."

"By the way, that document was the one he tore up in front of you before, and they glued it back together."

Ron stopped speechlessly. Although the "administrative consultant"'s office was only a few steps away from the training ground, he reluctantly refused to see those guys: "...Ivy, you Are you serious? You want me to see him just because of this?”

"Don't worry," the half-elf spread his hands, "This is the reason: because they have identified you as a student of the college, and in view of the actions you and we have made during this period, Dean Elden gave You rated a 'scholarship'."

"It's not a lot of stuff, just about twenty scrolls, plus an ox cart full of arcane tomes - and five thousand gold coins. They stated that this is some kind of subsidy."

It's not that Ron is greedy for money, it's just five thousand gold coins. He thought it was a huge sum of money just half a year ago, but now it's nothing. As a spell caster, he really couldn't bear to see those books and scrolls go to waste.

Thinking of this, Master Ron couldn't help but sigh: "In this case, let's arrange the meal for the evening. The specifications should match Dean Elden's status, but it doesn't need to be too luxurious."

"Understood." Ivy smiled and nodded, turned around and left from the other side to arrange for people to prepare, while Ron returned to his room on his own - the training clothes he was wearing now were not suitable in any case. To receive guests.

At dinner time later, the lights were lit in the hall of the trading post. The dwarf who suffered from degenerative disease, Dean Eldon, sat surrounded by two young men and women wearing the standard dark blue robes. When he was at the guest seat, he scanned every part of the banquet with his old-fashioned and serious eyes.

"It seems that you finally have some civilized people here," the dwarf said pointedly, his eyes lingering on Constance for a moment, "Shuke must ask me to come to you, it seems that indeed It’s wise advice.”

"But the dean..." The female student sitting on Elden's right picked up the handkerchief and asked Elden a question under the cover of the handkerchief, "There are no silver tableware and tableware commensurate with your status. Drinks…”

The female student's voice was deliberately lowered by five to six degrees, but the person here was not a "crayfish". How could such muttering escape the ears of Ron and the others? Ron himself didn't respond at all, but Sylvia, who was sitting next to him, immediately put down the tableware and stared at this ignorant guy with an unkind expression.

"Shiva, stop talking..." The male student on Elden's left was smart. When he saw that the atmosphere at the table was not right, he quickly tried to stop his classmates' offensive behavior. But Elden interrupted him by raising a hand from his raised chair.

"This is the purpose of taking you out of the academy for practice," the gray dwarf glanced at Ron, "In the academy, everything is prepared to comply with the rules, and all arrangements are the best arrangements. But outside the academy, it is difficult to have such a complete plan, and being powerless is the norm.”

"Take this place as an example. Most of them are essentially refugees and slaves. This place has only been established for less than half a year. With limited resources, manpower and time, we want to prepare for the benchmarking academy. A dinner party is completely impossible. Considering the actual situation, it is unreasonable to be too harsh on them, do you understand?"

"On the contrary," Elden pointed out for his students every detail arranged by everyone from the Rose City, "Have you seen the placement of these candlesticks? There are also the colors of the flowers and the types of dishes. The quantity, these are obviously considered - this is enough to show the sincerity of the lords here towards us. "

"Your Excellency, the color on the dean's body seems to have returned quite a bit," Ron chuckled, rolling up the noodles in front of him with a fork, "If it were the last time we met, you definitely wouldn't have said that."

"After that time, I did some inspections with Shuke's caravan, and it was indeed effective..."

In the middle of speaking, Dean Elden saw Ron's movements, and his whole face suddenly wrinkled again, "But if it is to see a dignified lord using tableware like this, I would rather live less than ten years!"

"Didn't you just say that I am essentially a refugee," Ron said with a "I am a barbarian" attitude. "If you want to feel comfortable, Mr. Dean, it would be better to stay in the college."

Elden sighed: "When you have time, come and take a look at our college. At least in terms of food and arcane, Elden College still has a complete system."

"After all, you are now a student of our college. It is not too much to learn about our traditions."

"Elden College has the most luxurious dinner in the entire city-state alliance." Seeing that Ron and others were curious about why Elden put food and arcane together, Carlos, who was accompanying the table, explained.

"We have trained many elites, businessmen, scholars... The cost of the college banquet is supported by a special fund, and this fund depends on their sponsorship," Elden nodded, "but this fund may be cancelled recently."

"Cancel, why?" Ron found that the dwarf's eyes were searching for someone at the table.

"Because of your recent activities, sir," the female student named Shiva pursed her lips and said, "one of our alumni was unfortunately killed in the attack on Carolina City-State by your goblin army. He is the main sponsor of this fund in recent years."

"The main business is the slave trade, right?" Sylvia rolled her eyes.