Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"It's over." Falama clapped his hands, turned around again, and picked up the ownerless Infernal Saddle on the ground. "It seems that after so many years, he is very tired."

"This is the first time I've heard that death knights can be 'tired'," Gilenis put away the sword-shaped force field and walked closer. "What about you? Do you feel tired?"

"If I had a choice, I would rather turn into dust." Falama looked at the moon elf who had never seen him before. "Are you the new consultant hired by our lord? Judging from your skills, you should be responsible. Is it about training?”

"Gillianis Gallanold," the moon elf stretched out his hand in a friendly manner, but Falama, who was holding a set of saddles, could not return the courtesy, "If necessary, I am also willing to bear part of the training. work, but in terms of the agreed functions of the agreement, I am a researcher.”

"This is the first time I have seen a 'researcher' with such swordsmanship." Falama muttered. She was also a spellcaster and a warrior, but her choice of primary and secondary roles was exactly the opposite of that of Gilenis. .

But even if it was just the shortcomings of swordsmanship, the elf's long lifespan was enough for her to train it to the point of proficiency - during the centuries when Falama was sealed, Gilenis was a completely free person.

"Congratulations, it seems that you have recovered all your parts, huh?" Kaogha folded his wings behind his back, and when the desire demon walked towards Falama, his eyes were full of awe-inspiring fighting spirit, "From now on, we will probably be Colleague, eternal life is a gift, and you will understand this in the years to come."

"But that's all a story for another day. I received an order from His Highness. You have to wait here for a while. After I collect my share of Yuan Yin, we will return to Purgatory together."

The desire demon's eyes fell on the saddle in Falama's hand; "This saddle has no owner. His Highness means to hand it over to you directly. You only need to go through the process after returning - if you are not good at riding combat. You can also turn it in, let me think about it... I can probably exchange it for a dozen soul coins."

"What kind of purchasing power does the soul coin have in the abyss and purgatory?" Hearing this currency mentioned again, Ron couldn't help but ask, "For example, if I want to buy a kilogram of hell iron, how many coins do I need to buy it? willing?"

"It's hard to say," Caogha glanced at Ron with a playful look in his eyes, "The soul coins are manufactured and circulated by Grand Duke Mammon on the third floor, and he is also responsible for regulating the specific purchasing power."

"But you know, soul coins are mainly because of the soul inside. Once the soul is released or exhausted, the currency loses its value. In many planes, there are countless soul coins every minute for one reason or another. As it is consumed, the control of Mammon also changes at any time. Therefore, if you really have soul coins, my suggestion is not to buy them at the 'market price'. If you really want Hell Iron, you will be in debt. , why not make a deal with me, it will definitely be a lot better.”

"In that case, I'd better keep it," Farama fiddled with the saddle in her hand, "I remember it can summon nightmares, right? How to summon it?"

"Of course you have to catch one yourself!" Caogha laughed happily, "Don't worry, we don't need to trick you in this regard. Go catch a nightmare yourself, capture it alive, subdue it, put on a saddle, This is a necessary trial for every Nightmare Rider with a Purgatory Saddle. If you want to gain a truly recognized status in Purgatory, I suggest you do it as soon as possible.”

"Otherwise the other devils will be talking behind your back: 'Look, that mortal actually wants to have a place in purgatory? She can't even get her own mount!'"

Falama snorted coldly: "Don't use provoking methods against me, or I might break your record of catching nightmares!"

"The slowest record?" Caogha obviously didn't like this new colleague very much, and sarcastically said, "The current record holder who is still alive spent thirteen hundred years to tame a nightmare horse. , you still have to work hard!”

Seeing that the pair of future colleagues were about to fight on the spot, the dwarf Rurik's awakening on the back of the golden dragon ended the conflict in time. Caogha's attention quickly shifted to the dwarf. To Ron's relief , the dwarf completed his task brilliantly, and the first transaction was not a waste of time for the desire demon.

But at this moment, Jin Long motioned Ron to the other side, expressing that he had something to say to Ron.

"In the days to come, I'm afraid that Iksuri will be entrusted to you," Jin Long said straight to the point without any politeness. "After observing you for such a long time, I am convinced that you are a person worthy of entrustment, although he may not be able to continue. Practice the Golden Dragon's philosophy, but under your care, he can at least retain a kind heart..."

"Wait a minute," Ron interrupted him quickly, "What do you mean? Why are you acting like Tuogu? The Lich's arrow really hurt you, right?"

After all, the Lich is already the final mastermind in most of the Tavern Poet's stories. Although the guy looks like a little shrimp in front of the Demon Lord and the Demon Archduke, his actual power cannot be underestimated.

"Lich? No, no, no, it has nothing to do with that guy," Jin Long blinked, denying Ron's idea, "I had to leave entirely because I have other responsibilities to fulfill."

"During the adventure with that wizard friend, I found some very suspicious clues, so I have to verify them - please believe me, I have nothing to hide, because I can't confirm it myself."

The golden dragon is still in its original form, and Ron can't understand the facial expression of the dragon: "I may need to go to multiple places and ask many people for confirmation, so I will be away for a long time. Aixuri is still young. Although his birth as a chromatic dragon makes him self-reliant, we can't risk him returning to his nature, right?"

"Well... okay, I will take good care of him, you can rest assured about that," Ron hesitated. He always felt that the golden dragon had something to say, but since the other party didn't say it, he had no way to ask, "How long will you be gone?"

"Short for a few years, long... maybe this is the last time you see me in this life," the golden dragon seemed to be smiling, "but please rest assured, at your funeral, I will definitely come to see you off for the last time."