Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Let him do this kind of thing," Ivy patted Driver's head, causing the hunter to jump up and start fighting with her, "If you show up directly, I'm afraid the situation will get out of control."

"That's right," Ron nodded, "Don't worry, the final revenge will definitely be left to you, but please be patient before that."

"Yes, I'll listen to you." The wizard's eyes dimmed a little, but he didn't say much, and said goodbye and went back to the room to prepare.

Ron and others showed considerable attention to this matter, but they were not nervous - although this was the opponent's home court, they had faced creatures that were several times stronger than Henry Robertson, and a necromancer was not a challenge.

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The sun set in the west and rose in the east. When the blazing fireball slid to the west again, the necromancer in formal clothes slowly walked into the Baka restaurant.

The restaurant seemed to be doing particularly well today.

The old wizard straightened his dark purple satin wizard robe and walked straight to the reserved seat. When he walked past the front desk, his old friend winked at him, and Henry knew that they were ready.

Twelve gangsters, ten zombies, and two more powerful zombie lords, this is the "feast" he prepared for guests who may have malicious intentions. These fully armed loyal thugs are enough to scare any enemy who covets him but is not fully prepared.

The necromancer looked over the diners. There are many races of guests who come here to eat today. He even saw a couple composed of elves and humans. It seems that the half-elf, a mixed race, will have new members soon.

But none of this matters. He looked at his seat. Next to the table, a young lord had already sat down, and behind him stood the holy priest and the experienced half-elf warrior.

The tiefling I had seen before sat at the next table. He should be a bodyguard or something like that. It was nothing serious. Only the priest was a little difficult to deal with. However, they also prepared human thugs, so I don't think she would cause any big trouble.

Oh, there is also a... goblin? What is this, his pet, or something like that?

Henry raised his eyebrows slightly but soon restored the fake smile on his face: "Ah, respected lord! You came so early, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

"You are the elder, it's my duty to be here first and wait for you," Ron stood up and smiled at the wizard in a friendly manner, "Please sit down."

"It's worthy of being the 'Fourteenth Book of the Dead'. The taste is indeed not comparable to that of a countryman like me," after both parties sat down again, Ron looked at the tall and strong waiter and said in amazement, "When my territory is stable, I have to find some servants like this, so that I can do everything efficiently."

That's of course, after all, they may have twisted the heads of some unlucky guys off their necks two days ago.

The necromancer was complaining in his heart, but he asked a question that had puzzled him before: "Speaking of which, it seems that this is your first time in Carolina, why do you know my name, and are willing to come forward... to protect me from the police station?"

"I know the dean of Elden College, he mentioned you to me." Ron picked up the wine glass and smelled it, as if he didn't like the taste of the wine very much, and handed it to the goblin next to him. The goblin was not polite, and immediately sat on the chair next to him and began to feast on the wine and meat.

"That old Gu...old senior?" Henry was flattered, but his doubts were increasing. "But I have also seen him at an academic salon. Dean Elden sneered at me."

"Maybe the dwarf with depigmentation is not good at expressing his emotions," Ron said casually, "He recognized your research very much, and said that you got a priceless magic gem, which will become a great thing in the future."

"I want to make friends with you and have some plans in this regard-I wonder if you are willing to let me join the research? It is said that the delusion is inextricably linked to the gem in your hand. If you are willing to give it-"

"So this is what you are thinking!" The necromancer was furious, "I knew you had ulterior motives a long time ago. I thought you wanted to avenge Sylvia, but you didn't expect to set your sights on my research!"

"I tell you-no way!"

It seems that taking his life is a trivial matter?

Ron blinked his eyes: "You seem to have some misunderstandings, I don't mean to..."

"Misunderstanding? It's about my research, there will be no misunderstandings here!" Henry Robertson sneered, raised his hand and clapped three times, "Baka, let your friends come out to meet the lord! He just liked your men very much!"

"Really?" A hearty laugh came from the front desk, and a noise immediately sounded in the back kitchen. In an instant, dozens of burly thugs and ferocious zombies rushed out from inside and surrounded Ron's table. Baka, the boss here, walked over with a sharp knife in his hand and a grin, shaking his step.

"In that case, Lord, why don't you come with me to the back to have a chat? Maybe I'll let you have these guys if I'm happy?"

Having already revealed his trump card, the necromancer stood up proudly and looked down at Ron, who was sitting motionless on the chair, "What do you think, Lord? If I'm guessing correctly, you're going to use these thugs to make me surrender and hand over the gems, right?"

"I wonder if you have ever thought about why I should designate a restaurant myself? This is my territory!"

A zombie lord stared at Ron who was slowly getting up, revealing his yellow and black rotten teeth.

"Get out of here!" Ivy drew her sword, but without heavy armor and tower shield, her momentum was still a little inferior.

The holy emblem in Victoria's hand emitted a faint light, but several thugs immediately surrounded her. As long as she opened her mouth, she would inevitably be attacked by the group; as for Quest, he was even more "miserable". He was on the periphery and was pressed on the table by several big men, unable to move.

But even in this situation where the situation was almost one-sided, Ron also applauded; "Good, good, Mr. Robertson, you really deserve your title, your mind is really meticulous, and you can think of everything in advance."

"Drivedo, is there any wine left?"

"To be honest, I'm quite surprised that you would make such a big fuss," Ron took the wine glass and raised it, as if to toast the other party, "but I think I'm not bad."

"Do you mean you only brought two beauties?" Henry laughed disdainfully.

"Do you mean... you don't really think that I would walk into a remote restaurant designated by others in a foreign country without any precautions?"

Ron suddenly smashed the wine glass in his hand to the floor tiles.

"Do it!"