Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"I can swear to the three goddesses of magic that I have nothing to do with what happened last night!"

"Neither did it with what happened the night before!"

"I never did it!"

In the Carolina Sheriff's Office, "The Fourteenth Book of the Dead" swore to the ceiling that he had never done anything like this.

But the reputation of the necromancer has always been bad, and the oath of someone like him who even uses phantoms to replace important activities is even less convincing.

"You said you had an alibi that day, how do we know if you who appeared that day were an illusion?" The official sitting opposite Henry obviously believed that there was something wrong with him, "Even if you didn't do these two cases, the murderer of the murder case a month ago fled in broad daylight, and hundreds of people witnessed it. Could it be that your undead creatures did it?"

"'Undead creatures are rigid in command', right?"

"You can't insult me ​​like this!" Henry Robertson slammed the table angrily, "I will never do this - I have never done anything like this!"

"Really? Then where did the bodies you used for experiments come from? In your home, we only found twelve documents for body donations, and eight of them are suspected of being forged," the official snorted, "Mr. Henry, I have to regretfully inform you that you have to stay here for the next half month."

The necromancer's pupils shrank suddenly: Stay here? Absolutely impossible!

His experiment is not over yet! Not to mention staying for half a month, even if you only stay for a few days, the materials may rot, and he must go back to watch it!

"Sir, I refuse to perform my duties! Carolina's laws clearly stipulate that spellcasters can refuse or postpone their obligations under special circumstances!"

This is a law that applies to almost all city-states. Due to their special nature, spellcasters can refuse or postpone their obligations if they have sufficient reasons. However, larger organizations such as major kingdoms generally do not have such regulations: there are too many spellcasters, and if you don't do it, there are plenty of people who will do it.

"Article 67 of the third paragraph, yes," but even in Carolina, officials have the power to reject the magicians' requests, "provided that you do not meet the requirements of this article when there is no war, no criminal suspicion, etc."

"Now I have to regretfully ask you to stay here and hand over all the drawings and keys in your residence for us to check. Of course, you can also choose to refuse, in which case I will have to report the matter to the Magic Committee and our Lord."

That is not a good choice. Civil officials can be indifferent to the change of lords, but necromancers dare not underestimate the powerful spellcaster lord.

"Very good," seeing Henry hand over a bunch of keys honestly, the official raised a contemptuous arc at the corner of his mouth, "Then please stay here for a while, don't worry, we won't let you down."

These spellcasters are probably a little crazy, they can obviously settle things with money, but they just don't understand...

The official thought so in his heart, but suddenly heard a knock on the door outside.

"Who? Come in."

A guard hurried in and whispered something in the ear of the chief.

The necromancer couldn't hear clearly, he could only hear the words "mission" and "lord". Could it be that the trouble really reached the lord? Henry couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Listening to his subordinate's report, the official's expression was displeased at first, and then turned cold. When the guard stood up straight, a smile had already bloomed on his face: "Is it them? Please come in quickly!"

The person who came was Ron, followed by two people. The young woman in a white robe was Victoria, and the other tiefling was naturally Quest.

Although Victoria was dressed in military uniform most of the time, as a priest, even a priest of Heim, she naturally had a priest robe. Today, she was trying to create an image of saving the world and the people, so the cold armor was not suitable.

"Lord, how come you have time to come here today?" The official greeted him with a smile.

"Last night, you and this respected lady helped people out and saved them from the fire and water. The whole city was in an uproar! It is a blessing for Delusion Land and our neighboring countries that a kind person like you has become the lord!"

Sure enough, as his colleagues said, while they were shaking hands, the tiefling slipped a "small gift" into his arms without leaving a trace. Feeling the light yet heavy "little gift", the official smiled more cordially.

"Delusion Land was just a place outside the law before. Now I am the lord and I still have a long way to go," Ron smiled implicitly, "I have heard that Carolina has a good security situation, so I also want to take this opportunity to learn."

This is not entirely a lie. As a slave-holding city-state, Carolina has experienced endless slave uprisings and defections, and it would have fallen apart long ago if the security was not good. It's just that Ron doesn't want to learn these "advanced experiences".

"No, no, it's our honor to be able to give you advice, hahahaha--"

"But," the official glanced at Henry who was still sulking over there, "I just heard that you came here for something else?"

"That's right," Ron nodded, looking at the necromancer whose phantom he had seen once at the banquet, "This must be Mr. Robertson, right? Can you give me some face? A wizard with a high reputation in Delong should not be here."

Henry looked up at Ron in astonishment, not understanding why this strange lord, whom he had never met, was begging for mercy.

"I have also learned some arcane skills. People like us always have experiments of all sizes to do. If we stay outside for a long time, the losses will only increase further," Ron gave the other party a reassuring look and continued, "I think, instead of pursuing the blame, why not let Mr. Robertson better play his value and contribute to the development of the city-state?"

"That's right, that's right!" Robertson was overjoyed. What kind of lord is this? This is simply his soulmate!

He has been in Carolina for decades, and no one has ever understood him so well!

"Sir, I am indeed doing an experiment, and for various reasons I cannot do the antiseptic treatment, so there will definitely be problems over time!"

Ron smiled and nodded, and said in a gentle and persuasive manner: "And once it succeeds..."

"Yes, yes, yes, and once my experiment succeeds, it will definitely bring huge benefits to the city-state and save us a lot of human resources!"