Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"How did you know?" Pelgren showed a surprised expression, followed by even more curiosity, "Have you ever lived in a halfling community?"

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"But your style is not like theirs..."

"I just met a halfling before, who happened to be named Thred," Ron's mind flashed to the butler of the spice merchant, "that's why I asked."

"No wonder, the surname Thred is not common among halflings," Pelgren nodded, "What about the content of the letter -"

"Maybe we can maintain trade contacts. You have a lot of demand for alchemical potions, and we happen to be better at producing potions in batches. Maybe this can provide some help to both of our careers." Ron paused, "As for It’s better to avoid cooperation in other aspects. Your style of doing things is very different from ours. Regardless of other residents, it’s hard for me and my companions alone.”

The priest was not surprised by Ron's refusal. Although she did not understand why a letter with no special content needed to be delivered in this way, and she did not understand why Ron would ask this question, she still respectfully Get up and say goodbye.

In the next half month, the priests of these Molten Iron Barriers surprisingly remained calm. Even during the last two days of their stay in New Green Marsh Town, they did not cause any trouble. Not everyone is welcome in Ron's territory.

"This is Moro's complaint," Evander put a letter of complaint on Ron's table with laughter and tears. "The 'Gagawaa' Tavern refused to accommodate those priests - especially the bearded dwarf."

"Why? Because he can't stand kobolds?" Ron was not surprised by this. It was only a matter of time before these guys would conflict with other residents in the territory, but fortunately they no longer needed to worry about this matter, because Just last night, Raymond Aron submitted an application to him to leave the territory.

Of course, Ron read the report they were going to give to the higher-ups of the cult in advance. Although it didn't say anything good about him, it didn't say anything bad either. Moreover, in the report, Aaron specifically pointed out the environment and background of the delusion. special, and claimed that Ron's unity of different races and camps was the result of matching the situation. Ron had never expected that the presiding judge could exonerate him in the report.

As for those who inspected the defense strength of the fantasy land and even did not recommend an attack to "rectify the chaos"... Ron just pretended not to see it. These days, he also roughly figured out the main location of the molten iron barrier: in the current two The other side of the Elf Kingdom. It’s really hard for these four people to come all the way just to confirm Victoria’s belief.

But this is reasonable. According to Victoria, if a priest makes a big mistake, the gods may directly deprive him of his gifts; but if the priest just makes small mistakes without interruption - such as believing in a temperance sect but drinking secretly - the gods will most likely not. Accept. But for a priest like Victoria who fights side by side with "evil creatures" every three days, even the gods cannot determine her position. It is too cumbersome to issue warnings every time, so it is relatively fair to send other mortal believers to confirm. decision.

"That's not true," Evander twitched the corner of his mouth, trying to laugh but holding back, "Molo said, that dwarf goes to the tavern three times a day to eat, but he never drinks! He doesn't look like a dwarf at all. The kobolds take this as an insult!"

A race that is good at brewing and drinking, eats but doesn't drink on the territory of another race that likes this? Is there anything more depressing for a kobold than this - obviously the dwarf named Rurik is not like this!

"This is the first time I know that alcohol is prohibited in Molten Iron Barrier," Ron shrugged, "But you can rest assured that Morrow, after this afternoon, that guy won't come back again."

The farewell banquet in the afternoon was still held in the "Gagawaah" tavern. The kobold with a stinking face slammed a wine glass filled with ale on the table in front of the dwarf. The bearded man seemed to have no regard for this. Minding it, he gently pushed the wine glass aside and concentrated on the steak on the plate in front of him.

"If you don't want to drink, I will drink." Pelgren took the ale for the dwarf and drank it in one gulp. This kind of boldness obviously won the favor of the kobold, and there was an immediate sound around him. There were cheers, and the priest let out a "ha" and wiped his mouth casually, "Old Lei! This is the first time I think these little guys with scales are so cute!"

"That's because this place is still under the rules of order." Aaron also took a sip of the wine in the glass. Alcohol is not prohibited in the Molten Iron Barrier. It is just a personal habit of the dwarves. "But you'd better not drink too much, dog head." The man's wine is extraordinary, be careful not to catch the beast of burden."

Ron also agreed with what he said. Although the kobold brewing tastes the same as ordinary ale, it is more powerful than spirits. Ron even issued special provisions prohibiting drunk driving - especially carriage drivers. Feed your horse or beast of burden wine!

As for why? Of course all the regulations are enacted because someone actually did it! If the car accident hadn't happened right in front of the church and the injured had been treated immediately, otherwise it would have really killed someone!

"Hey, how is that possible!" Pelgran waved at Aaron, and pointed at the young man who was walking towards this side with a wine glass, "Old Lei, you should still care about yourself! That young man with whom you have a close friendship is going to give you a toast, haha!”

"Actually, it's not that serious..." Andre, who had finally worked up the courage to come over, was immediately embarrassed when he heard this, while Raymond Aron didn't say anything, just sat there, Looking at Andre like that, the two of them froze.

"Sir Aaron, I -" Andre gritted his teeth, lowered his head and sighed, "Maybe you were right what you said that day. I am indeed not suitable to be a paladin. I can't do anything except cause trouble for others. arrive……"

The young man's chest and shoulders were bulging under the clothes and were still wrapped in bandages: as his mood became unstable, the ups and downs there were particularly violent: "Maybe, maybe I shouldn't have followed Mr. Ron here! I should have ——”

"What should we do?" Aaron glanced at Ron and then looked at the young farmer. He stood up and patted Andre on the shoulder. "You should go with Mr. Ron, and you should also Keep going."

"While I don't know who led you down this path, it was clearly a mistake. But now that you have become a paladin, remember Victoria's words that day: let the oath guide your path."

The presiding judge laughed, but no one knew what he was laughing at: "Young man, as a senior, I need to teach you one thing: Although many paladins are dedicated to the good gods, the practice of the oath itself gives It gives us great strength—even equal to the power given by the gods.”

"So, stand firm in your faith and don't be shaken by anything, including your so-called 'fellows.'"