Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

No. 35 Hamilton Thred

Pelgrain completely blocked the dwarf's mouth with irrefutable reasons. The dwarf was not afraid of death, but he absolutely could not tolerate himself dying in this place. On the other hand, Ron agreed to the priest's request after discussing with everyone. Of course, since the initial attitude of these people was not friendly, Ron also asked Evandell to formulate special rules for them to reflect the delusional land. "order".

But the priests of the Molten Iron Barrier seem to have long been accustomed to this kind of treatment. No matter how difficult it is, they can remain calm. The rules of this land do not seem to make them feel any discomfort at all.

"They just abide by the law. As for the law itself, they don't care at all." On the afternoon of the second day after returning to New Green Marsh Town, a dejected Evandell found Ron. "I have tried every method, but they They are obviously determined to complete their mission, even if it is not the mission they originally planned to complete.”

"It's amazing." Ron has nothing to say about this. As long as these people don't shout and kill the residents of his territory when they see them, he doesn't have any reason to drive them away - especially these The priests were very generous and bought some alchemy potions from him at a high price, allowing Lavinia, who had completely moved the kitten alchemy shop here, to treat them as guests.

"Where are they going? Do you need me to come forward?"

"That's not necessary, you just need to continue working on your business," Evander waved his hand, "After lunch, Victoria will accompany them to the trading post in the north. They are going to go over all your encounters from the beginning, and then conduct the final assessment.”

"I think Miss Victoria must have some sense of proportion and know what to say and what to conceal."

"But... there was one person who did not go with them," Evandel hesitated. "That priest, she stayed and wanted to talk to you."

"That Pelgland?" Ron raised an eyebrow. The priest's status seemed to be quite high, and he even had the ability to change the mind of the leader Aaron. Logically speaking, she should act together with her companions. Why did she do it instead? Not leaving?

If anyone was to stay, it was more likely that the half-elf monk would be the one who regretted not being able to have a good fight with Quest.

"If you don't want to see her, I'd say you're conducting an experiment..."

"Forget it, invite her in, I also want to hear what she has to say."

The female priest of the Molten Iron Barrier was quickly brought in by Evander. Her armor and clothing were intact, and she must have been repaired. Ron asked her to sit down, and after the heavy staff landed on the ground, he slowly asked:

"Priest Pergran, I heard that your companions have left here, why do you come to see me instead?"

"We each have our own responsibilities. What I am responsible for is to get more information from you." Pelgrain nodded towards Ron. "This is an obvious reason. And if you use an informal reason, I think you can tell us more than we can figure out on our own."

"Since you are so confident in letting Lao Lei and the others wander around, you must be sure that you won't be caught with anything, right?"

"Isn't it good for everyone to be happy?" Evander asked back, "Ms. Pelgren, it's not a good habit to ask for details. Can you tell me..."

"Will it really be dug out?" The female priest looked up and showed a contemptuous smile, "Don't compare me to you, Yungang Holt brat. I have been nominated as a bishop seven times."

"I don't know what your intentions are here, but since you have been here for so long, you may not know as much as I have seen in the past few days."

"How did you-"

"Ewendel," Ron's eyes fell on Pelgren's knuckles tapping lightly on the table, "Just avoid it."

"Uh, as you command, my lord."

Evander immediately turned around and left obediently, closing the door with his backhand. Seeing him leaving, the priest looked out the window warily. After confirming that there were no more six ears, she slowly took out a crumpled letter from the gap in her armor. The letter was placed on Ron's desk.

"This is?" Judging from the wrinkles on the letter, it must have been some time since the envelope was written.

"There are many systems in the cult. Although we all join forces to fight the enemy when facing evil spirits, there are still some differences in the division of responsibilities on weekdays," Pelgland whispered, "Apart from the affairs on the battlefield, Lao Lei is responsible for the adjudication and execution of heretics, while I am more interested in administration, so I am closer to the Archbishop.”

"For Lao Lei, what the delusional land is like is just a casual question from the Archbishop, but for me, it is another formal mission-a few days before our departure, the Archbishop and several senior officials received Oracle, so they jointly wrote this letter and asked me to give it to you."

"What was written in the letter?" Ron picked up the letter, but did not open it in a hurry. Instead, he carefully checked the traces of arcane or divine magic on it to avoid anything that might be detrimental to him.

"I don't know, I'm not qualified to open it," Pelgran shook his head, "But please don't worry, we don't need to make a fuss about it."

The reputation of the Molten Iron Barrier on the continent may not be good, but its strength is definitely beyond doubt. The four of them can't beat Ron and others, but if the entire cult colludes with several territories under its jurisdiction to launch a holy war, how should you deal with it? There is no point in planting mines on a letter.

"I just feel that there seems to be a familiar breath on it..." Ron pondered for a moment, and finally summoned the magician's hand to open it in the air. A plain piece of letter paper fell into his hands. In addition to lines of cursive characters, there was only the emblem of the Molten Iron Barrier and the seal of the archbishop himself. Ron felt that something was wrong but couldn't say it, which came from this private seal.

But what could be wrong with a seal? Could it be the ink?

In his office, Ron began to use magic to check all traces on the letter in front of the messenger, but he couldn't find any problems no matter what he did. Even the content of the whole letter was just the archbishop's condolences to the "warrior who conquered the delusion land", claiming that the church could seek support if there was any help needed. There was nothing suspicious about it.

Ron's eyes finally fell on the signature at the bottom, where the names of several senior officials including the archbishop were written, right next to the emblem and seal. A familiar surname entered Ron's field of vision.

"David Hamilton Thread..." Ron raised his head and looked at the priest Perglen, who was a little nervous because of his careful inspection, "Your Excellency, can I ask a question?"

"Among the senior officials of the church, is this Thread a halfling?"