Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"As long as the conditions are met, everything can be done, Lord," the Elf Mage replied slowly, "By the way, I want to correct one of your words. I just paid a little too much back then, which resulted in my condition not being at its peak. I am not disabled, nor useless. Even now, I am still confident that I am one of the most powerful mages in the world."

"But if I can get back all my tools and my mage tower, I can remove the word 'one of'."

"As for the existence wrapped in the black fog, I am more inclined to believe that it has already left the narrow category of 'mortals' and become a lich - the long years have brought it unparalleled knowledge and power, and the entire Delusion Land is the territory it actually controls, and every generation of forces is just its plaything. If it is In this case, after finding out its details, it is not impossible to defeat it by combining the power I know you have now. "

"And if we speculate in a more sinister way..."

Gilliannis hesitated: "After such a long time, it may have turned the entire fantasy land into a huge "magic tower"; or, it is no longer concerned about the affairs of the mortal world, and has only one purpose in trading with demons and devils-it is trying to become "Him." "

"If this is the case, we are definitely unable to compete with it with our current strength. If it is ready to take action directly, it would be a blessing to be able to escape. "

This is an outrageous, but very likely true guess: a lich who has lived for an unknown period of time would be strange if it did not have such thoughts. But to become a god, it is not something that can be achieved by living a long time, it must be fully prepared.

"Then it won't attack us immediately," Ron said, "Obviously, we are far from being worthy of its 'meal'."

"Regarding this matter, after my current work is completed, I will look for old friends," Gillianis finally suggested, "This may provide you with some references - and the reward I ask for is that you have to join my experiment next time. In the next stage, I must have volunteers like you."

Ron agreed, and after confirming that neither this fungus nor that existence would threaten him in the short term, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But some people will not give Ron time to relax.

"Ron, how is that thing?" Coming out of Gillianis's research institute, Ron ran into Sera, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. The barbarian was walking along the street at this moment, with a ruddy face. When Ron and Driver approached her, they could clearly smell the smell of alcohol.

Sera, who was born in the north, has a good alcohol tolerance. It is rare for her to drink until her feet are shaking. But today she was obviously a little drunk. It's hard for her to not think about Ron's affairs at this time.

"It doesn't seem to be too dangerous at the moment," Ron and Driver stepped forward to support Sera, who looked like she would fall on the street at any time, "How much have you drunk? It's still a long way from dinner time, are you going to eat later?"

Ron and his friends just came back today, and there is a banquet in the evening. What will Sera do at night if she drinks so much now?

"Of course I will...eat in the evening!" The barbarian showed a simple smile. She pushed her two companions away and slid to the ground by leaning against the doorpost outside the laboratory. "Ron, I tell you, I met an opponent today!"

"Even Rurik can't drink more than me, but there is a white face from outside the area who can...drink more than me!"

"White face from outside the area?" Ron blinked, "Where did you compete in drinking?"

"'Gaga wow'!" Sera laughed, "That's the name! It's the one under Axuri. "The taverns run by those dog-headed people have interesting brews. When you were not around, I went there every afternoon to have a drink when I was free!"

"But today, that pretty boy actually took my seat and said that I had to drink more than him before he gave up his seat. How could I tolerate that? I was like - huh -"

Looking at Sera, who was sleeping on the side of the road with her head tilted back and without any image, Ron didn't know what to say for a moment: "Driverdo, please carry her home. It's almost dinner time. You can't let her sleep here."

"You expect me to carry her?" De Levdo pointed at his nose in shock, "Ron, we may not be able to move her! A drunk sleeping person is much heavier than a sober person!"

"Find a few people," Ron waved his hand, "I have to go see who can make Sera drunk like this - Excuse me, where is the 'Gagawaa' tavern?"

"You don't even know 'Gagawaa'? How did you get to New Green Swamp -" The passerby who was stopped by Ron was reluctant, but when he saw that it was Ron, his face immediately changed into a smile, "Oh, Lord, "People!"

"The dog-headed people opened the tavern when you left. It's just over the corner. It's said that it was specially approved by Lady Constance! Didn't she tell you?"

Ron had just returned, and Constance hadn't had time to report these details to him, so he naturally didn't know, but this tavern seemed to be very famous here. With the personal guidance of the residents, Ron effortlessly found this tavern opened by the dog-headed people. As soon as he entered the door, a mural of a ferocious and powerful black dragon skull hit his face.

"Hey! Guys, look who's here!" The dog-headed man at the door recognized Ron and immediately shouted in the common language he was not very proficient in, "Lord! Lord, Lord, come to drink with us!"

The dog-headed man shouted loudly, and this shout directly made the whole tavern explode. Diners, guests staying in the hotel, and more dog-headed men poked their heads out from all corners, wanting to see the young lord in person. Ron even saw the lid of a wine barrel being lifted up, revealing half of a wet dog-headed man's head.

"Welcome Lord to 'Gagawaaa'!" The dog-headed men shouted in unison in a messy language, but they soon found that the lord seemed not very interested in their tavern itself, but was looking for something around.

Soon, Ron locked onto his target: on and under a table in a corner, there were a lot of empty bottles piled up in all directions, but there were only two people sitting on the seats, one was a middle-aged man in his fifties or sixties, and the other was younger, probably about the same age as himself.

Listening to their common language with an accent that was somewhat similar to Levi Bengtson, Ron guessed that they were the people he was looking for. The only problem was that the young man didn't look like the "little white face" that Sera mentioned. If Ron hadn't been so knowledgeable after so long, he would have had nightmares after seeing this crisscross scarred face!

When Ron was hesitating whether to go forward, the two people at the table seemed to notice him. They stood up, and the young man hiccuped and showed a hideous smile that could stop a child from crying at night:

"Uncle Mark, I said my trick works. Look, isn't Mr. Ron here? Lord, please come here!"