Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Two and a half tons?!" Ron looked at the corpse on the ground and then at the elf's expression to make sure she wasn't talking nonsense. "This size? Are their bones made of iron?"

"No, but some warlike Centaur tribes will claim that its bones are made of swords and its heart is filled with iron." Gilenis shrugged, "Don't confuse this corpse with the example I mentioned. The horse is only two meters tall, and the one captured by the Empire is much taller and stronger. "

"In order to capture it alive, my men used almost twenty times the calculated amount of medicine to stun it. According to my subordinate who was responsible for seducing it into submission, she fascinated the man and horse, and a cup of She drank another glass of wine mixed with medicine as if nothing happened. In the end, she just added two drops of wine to a cup of medicine powder, but the other party drank it all in one go and said the wine was very sweet. "

"You still killed him in the end?"

"As an 'animal' for experimental purposes, we treated it very favorably, and even prepared to resurrect it after the project was over," the Elf Archmage recalled, "but when the priest of the Logistics Department tried to resurrect it, it resolutely Rejected the call of the world of the living.”

"We can only respect its wishes and bury it in a dedicated cemetery."

"I'm probably afraid that you will arrange another round of experiments for him..." Ron complained and turned to Sera, "Then let's talk about this, Sera, do you have any conclusions?"

"No," the barbarian stood up, "There are only some clues: this is an adult horse, and it belongs to a certain tribe. The surrounding footprints and hoof prints that have not been completely covered can confirm my statement."

Sera took Ron and the others around for a few rounds, and sure enough, some messy hoof prints disappeared into the jungle in another direction: "He is engaged in a job like a hunter, but we don't have the main weapons." Found, only some bows and broken bows.”

“My guess is that they migrated here from the Gobi Desert over the town of Fromm. They encountered some unknown opponent here and fled in embarrassment without winning, leaving this body behind. "

"Before arriving in Frome Town, I wandered around the Gobi Desert with other people from the Ocher tribe for a while. There were indeed people and horses moving there. But I'm not sure if he is one of them."

"You mentioned your opponent just now. Can you confirm what kind of creature is fighting with the centaur?" Victoria asked.

"It's a pity that it can't be done." Sera kicked the corpse on the ground, "But it shouldn't be a wild beast. The 'scar' on his stomach must have been cut with some sharp weapon."

"Can't you make the dead speak? Why not just ask him himself?"

Victoria raised her hand, but quickly dropped it again: "No, I can't wake him up - the spell failed."

"Why?" It was Gillianis's turn to be curious. "I remember that speaking to the dead only requires that the corpse has a mouth and is not an undead creature. This corpse seems to fully meet the conditions."

"In addition to what you said, there is another requirement:" The priest looked at Ron with a serious expression. "The corpse has been the target of this spell in the past ten days - just recently, another spellcaster once summoned Pick up the corpse of this centaur!"

"It must be those guys who defeated the troops!" Sera slapped her hands fiercely, "Ron, you have to go back quickly and tell Karad and them to step up their guard. It's very likely that these people haven't gone far yet!"

"Then you, Dreyfus, and Seymour Quest will cooperate with the goblins to find them out as soon as possible!" Ron nodded and immediately prepared to take action, "Jillianis, you have Is there any spell that can be used for reconnaissance? Can you help me with this?"

"It's easy, but I don't know who you are looking for, and it takes time to re-prepare the spell," the Archmage thought for a while, "Well, why not I use another method - if I can find those people, it will be the same. Do you know what's going on here?"

"But I'm a little curious. There's nothing strange about this kind of thing. Centaurs themselves are also a group of loose and arrogant creatures. It's normal for them to have friction with other races during migration."

"This is not within the territory of your village or town. If a dignified lord has to take care of this, I'm afraid he will be exhausted."

"...You have also been a lord for a period of time. When there are bandits near the territory, you don't care about them?"

"It doesn't matter," Gilenis said, shockingly, "As long as they pay enough taxes to the city-state and guarantee my research funding, I don't care what they want to do."

"Tax, tax?" Not to mention the few people present who were dumbfounded after hearing this word, even the goblins who could understand Common Language were stunned on the spot.

"Of course, how can we allow them to evade taxes in this kind of business without capital?" Gilenis seemed to be very satisfied with her "virtuous policy". "This was a measure that was not implemented in the empire at that time. I invented it." Come out - you are so talented!"

"Taxes must be paid for robberies. In the area where the crime occurs, the robbers and bandits will be collected. Part of the stolen goods will be regarded as 'recovered' and returned to the person who reported the crime, while the other part will be used to maintain the turnover of the city-state or provide for me. research.”

"Well, how do you guarantee that those villains will pay taxes to you?" Victoria found it unreasonable. "They must not have a strong will, right?"

"Of course, so when the people below can't collect taxes and may even be killed, it's my turn to go out in person," Gillianis shook the lion head on her shoulder, "Show a little strength, and they will naturally work for me."

"You don't even need to kill people to establish your authority - that will reduce their efficiency."

"But when we went there, we didn't seem to see any bandits, did we?" Ron looked at his companions and the goblins, and got a positive answer - the journey back and forth was very peaceful.

"I think even bandits have brains," the elf turned around and could no longer see the shadow of the Karad chariot. "Even the civil servants in Carolina are afraid of your team. Would those bandits dare to attack you?"

"But of course, you are the lord now, I will follow your rules," Gillianis stretched out her left hand, and the shadow of a magpie soon appeared in her palm. "Since you are unwilling to collect taxes from them, according to our agreement, I will help you find the two parties in conflict."

"But unless it is necessary, I hope you still don't need me to kill, okay?"