Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Just...that simple?"

"It's that simple," Gilenis waved the sword in her hand, "Your men may not understand, but you should understand."

"The vast majority of so-called research is delayed for a long time without results. The reason is that there are not enough manpower and funds. As long as the people and money are in place, many difficulties can be easily solved."

"..." Ron was silent for a moment, "Yes, on this point, I agree with you."

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"Especially those boring repetitive experiments and trial and error. The lack of personnel and funds has forced researchers to tie their hands."

"Not enough time." Gilenis snorted.

"There are always various interruptions." Ron echoed.

"In order to realize what they came up with, we had to use other methods to verify or even conjecture, constantly simplifying, and eventually it was full of loopholes. In the end, once the results were not in line with expectations, they would put the blame on us!" The more Ron talked, the more excited he became. Perhaps the bad memories from the past came to mind. Faced with this alien elf who beat them into a state of confusion and even took away his own spell book, Ron began to pour out his bitterness. .

"How can this kind of treatment achieve real results? Then they will further reduce the treatment and shorten the time on the grounds that there are no results. It is a vicious circle!"

"You talk nonsense!" Gilenis deeply felt the same about Ron's experience. "Our stupid King Ryan was pretty good in the early stage, but he panicked at the last moment! There are only so many researchers in the empire, and the treasury is so small. How much money does it cost to design seven decisive battle weapons at the same time? Damn it!"

"Oh, noble lord." The two of them shouted in unison.

"So, you left without saying goodbye in the end?" Ron looked at the chief mage, "You are really brave. I can only be tied to death. Once I leave, all my previous achievements will be wasted."

"Ah, I understand. Do you know that dwarf Elden? Which college did he come from? Thesis, defense, tutor, there are countless annoying things." Gilenis waved her hand, "It's a pity that you are a human, I am in those colleges After eighty years of research, I had all this figured out before the coming-of-age ceremony.”

"What the hell -"

"But when it comes to Ryan's so-called decisive weapon, I deceived them," Gilenis changed the subject on her own, "It's the amethyst slate and those gems. Saran is a good young man. I lobbied the superiors to let him If he takes someone to the place of delusion, if he can really bring something back, he should be able to turn the tide."

"But obviously, he failed and everything ended up in your hands."

"You lied to the Ryan royal family," Ron said. "The muddy waters of delusion are not that easy to navigate."

"Then it's none of my business. I just made reasonable speculations and finally came to a conclusion." A joking smile appeared on the elf's pretty face. "When I asked them to change their strategy and adjust the ratio of funds and personnel, That's what those insects told me."

"I made at least seven magic items for them. Although they didn't help at all in the end, the results were handed in anyway."

"But I don't understand, why did you even put your own spell book in it?"

"Of course it's because of the ridiculous censorship system," the Archmage curled his lips, "If the overall mystery doesn't meet the standard set by those idiots who haven't read a single magic book, I will be responsible. ”

"Well, I have a question."

Ron suddenly took a few steps forward and stood in front of Gilennis. The latter didn't react at all because she and Ron were chatting quite speculatively, and even took a step closer.

"You can ask humans whatever you want. If you are willing to volunteer, I will have plenty of time for you to ask questions in the future."

"Putting aside your 'results' in fooling the Hyland Empire, in the one hundred years before the empire's fall, did you ever make a real 'decision weapon'?"

"You're asking this, of course there is," Gilenis said, "I borrowed the gunpowder craftsmanship of the dwarves and made a set of bombs and aircraft. They are easy to operate and can make up for the empire's lack of air power. After all, Training for both griffins and hippogriffs takes a lot of time.”

"I've never heard of these things!" Ivy looked at Quest, and the spy also shook his head: "I've never heard of them either, haven't they been put into actual combat?"

"Of course not," the elf turned to look at Quest and snorted angrily, "What a pity that you didn't have the chance to witness their power! Because they were rejected before they were put into production. They were rejected by the Ryan royal family, the finance minister and even the military minister. Together!"

"They thought these gadgets were tools used by inferior races, and noble elves should not operate these vulgar things. So after being rejected, in order to prevent them from becoming a stain on me, I threw all the finished and semi-finished products into The fire elemental plane was completely burned."

Even though she said this, Gilannis was obviously still brooding about this matter. She shook her head suddenly; "So, have you thought about it? If you are willing to be a volunteer, I can teach you the most profound arcane knowledge. If you can't finish it due to the human life span limit, I can also teach you Transform into a lich!"

"I can even give you the preface to the weaving method! I have never been able to enter the stage of large-scale application of this research. You have found a way on your own, and you are also a researcher. Maybe you can help me find the problem!"

The preface to the weaving method floated beside its former owner, constantly turning the pages quickly to express its protest, but was slapped aside by Gillianis: "What do you think? Are you worried that things here will not end well? I can also-"

"No, I am not worried about this at all." Ron smiled at Gillianis, and suddenly raised his hand at such a close distance. An alchemical medicine suddenly exploded between the two of them, and a large amount of dust swept Ron and Gillianis into it.

"You-cough cough!" The archmage was dumbfounded, "What are you doing?"

She immediately checked her body, but found that this alchemical potion was not the type that would explode, and there was no magical effect such as malicious deformation. As for toxicity...

Toxic?

Gillianis staggered and fell to the ground. She struggled, but found that she could not use any strength in her body.

She is the chief wizard of the empire. Even if she has fallen to be the lord of a small city-state, she still has the necessary permanent protective spells. What is this thing that can turn her into this state just by toxicity? !

"What potion is this?" Gilliannis tried her best to stay conscious and wanted to hear the answer.

"It's not too late to ask you when you wake up," Ron squatted down and stared at the lake blue eyes, "This is the moss extract I used to deal with Mindatis before. My alchemist and I further purified and transformed it to enhance its specificity for elves."

"Why would you put effort into this?" Gilliannis's eyes were almost unable to see, but she still wanted an answer, "It's not worth spending at all..."

"You are the chief wizard of the empire, of course you don't care about an unknown moss plant in an unknown cave," Ron smiled, "but maybe I was educated differently. For a product of coincidence or luck, I usually Try to explore its principles and normalization paths to determine if this can help me. "

"You see, luck is part of strength, but turning chance into necessity and luck into strength is also - ah, what a pity, I think we can continue to discuss this after you wake up."

Ron stood up: "Come and help, tie her up and send her to the military camp of Karad."

"Quest, you turn into her appearance and go to her residence, take the alchemical backpack, and pack everything you can take away. Don't forget the possible secret doors and secret rooms!"

"Ivy, go and inform Uncle Daniel and the others that we have finished our business, and even have unexpected gains - it's time to run away!"