Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

You have said this before...

The official was very critical of the Necromancer's words, but Ron had already given the money. As the saying goes, if you take money from someone, you should help him get rid of his misfortune. He had no reason to stop him.

If the lord of the Delusion Land wants someone, then just give him the money.

"In that case, we will not pursue it for the time being," the official said with a serious face, "but after your experiment is over, we will consult you about the two cases. If you find any problems, you will still have to obey the laws of the city-state."

This kind of rhetoric is like "borrow two pieces of paper to go to the toilet". You will definitely borrow it, but you will definitely not return the paper.

"Of course, of course!" The Necromancer was as if he had been pardoned. He thanked the official and Ron profusely, and walked out of this "cruel" public security bureau with Ron and the other two.

"Mr. Robertson, would you be willing to honor me by having a drink with me?" Ron's smile seemed to be on his face all the time, "I heard there's a nice restaurant on the corner, maybe we can..."

"Lord, just call me Henry. Thank you for your kindness, but as I said just now..." The necromancer looked embarrassed, "My experiment is indeed not completed yet, and those ordinary people may go and find something, I have to go back quickly."

"Well, can you give me an address? I'll thank you for your kindness in a few days after I finish this stage of the experiment - the restaurant on the corner here is just a waste of money. It's just a false reputation. I know where to get the best food in Carolina, I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

"Is that so..." Ron looked a little disappointed, but understood completely, "Then you go ahead. For people like us, experiments are more important than anything else, right?"

"Then I'll wait for your good news?"

"The old man will leave first," Henry Robertson bowed and sighed as he stood up, "I don't have any useful apprentices now, and the slaves are stupid and lazy."

"It would be great if Sylvia was by my side."

"Sylvia?"

Ron stretched out his hand to stop him, but it was too late. Victoria couldn't help but blurt out: "You are... you are probably quite strict with your apprentices, right? I never knew that a necromancer who lives with undead creatures would miss the living."

"Sylvia can't be considered a living person. She is a vampire, half dead," the necromancer seemed not to notice anything and explained slowly, "As for the strictness... although it may cause them to be injured or even lose their lives, believe me, this is a necessary sacrifice - it is better than dying at the hands of undead creatures."

"And Sylvia is a very good seedling. She can always perfectly complete every task I assign to her, even those that are too difficult."

"But unfortunately, she may have some misunderstanding of my hard work and secretly left not long ago. I tried to hire someone to invite her back, but..." Henry shook his head with some sadness.

"The one you invited, is she called Bakoyannis?"

"That's the girl! Has the Lord seen my useless apprentice?"

"Unfortunately, I only saw the one who 'invited' her back," Ron shrugged, "I heard that she escaped to my place, but I don't have any relevant clues. You know how delusional it is."

"Of course, of course. I understand," the necromancer turned around, "Then, let me take my leave first, sir."

"Please stay in Carolina for a while."

Looking at Henry's receding back, Ron restrained the smile on his face: "I know you have a good relationship with Sylvia, but you shouldn't have interrupted just now, Wei Doria."

"Yes, I know," Reverend Heim lowered his head in regret, "I just...a little unwilling."

"He treated Sylvia so badly, and he dared to talk about her? !"

"I suspect he is testing us," Ron snorted, "But it doesn't matter, the street is really not a good place to kill him."

"Isn't he going to find a restaurant himself? Let him find it."

"Let's go, we have to notify Uncle Daniel and the others, let them also "move around."

Quest's tail swung, and finally wrapped around his ankle: "Lord Ron, do you think what he said is true?"

"Are you willing to believe it?" Ron asked back.

"Except for the land you promised to give us to live on, I have never believed in anyone," Quest laughed tactfully, "I just think this guy doesn't look that bad. If possible, can we try to pull him over to our side?"

"A necromancer?" Ron shook his head, "I don't want murders to happen every now and then. And Quest, you forgot something."

"Although I am the one who is planning, it is Sylvia who wants revenge - if my companions have such needs, I will try my best to satisfy them."

"But is it worth it? You have helped Henry a lot, and he will definitely help you wholeheartedly. As for the vampire, you are her savior. As long as you say you want to spare his life - even let her continue to help the necromancer, she will agree, right?"

"Quest, are you crazy?!" Victoria scolded.

"I am just stating the possibility of this situation." Quest glanced at the priest coldly.

"Of course, she will, I have no doubt about that," Ron said without any thought, "but this situation will not happen, because I don't think it will happen."

"From a rational point of view: Henry Robertson is right about one thing, Sylvia is talented and capable, and she has almost caught up with her teacher in just half a year. From the intelligence we have collected, Henry may not make any further progress in his life, so Sylvia is obviously more valuable; and from an emotional point of view, Sylvia is our companion."

"I guess you follow your emotions, after all, you said a lot before." Quest no longer insisted, he was just giving a suggestion, after all, the current delusion land is not short of spellcasters for the time being, and Masarino can replace several by himself.

"Why can't it be both?" Ron pulled away and waved to the two, "Let's go, let's go and see the situation of Seymour's instructor."

And at almost the same time, the necromancer who left alone also put away the fake smile that made him sick, and his face was gloomy.

They knew Sylvia, no doubt. And they also knew about Bakoyannis, who had "dark circles under his eyes", so they definitely didn't come to him just to chat.

What did these guys who came here with delusions want to do? First they wanted to help him out, and then they wanted to treat him to a meal? Did they want to recruit him?

Or maybe it was a little darker: that little bitch wanted to use them to avenge him?

The necromancer rubbed his hands excitedly and laughed hoarsely in his throat.

It would be better if they were the first type, otherwise, they would know why sometimes, living is more terrifying than death!