Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Pelgren felt like the world was spinning. She didn't dare to delve into the possible details, but the current situation was forcing her to guess the worst!

If this is really the case, wouldn't it mean that...she has actually been serving the devil in the past? !

Although as a frontline soldier, her mission has always been to fight against demons, it seems that there is no difference - but how could there be no difference!

"No, no, no, no..." Pelgren hugged her head. Although she had heard and witnessed everything, she still didn't want to believe that it was all true.

Maybe, maybe this is an out-of-control dream? Did she just become a bishop in a dream? If this is really the case, she really hopes to wake up soon!

"We have a church here, and we also enshrine the statue of Tire." Seeing that Pelgren started to act abnormally, Ron winked at Yelena and asked her to find Buni and Andre - If the latter is in town right now, "Maybe it would be better to talk to your god."

"Please believe that our pastors here have all seen the world and will never do anything to you because of any remarks you make." Ron patted the pastor on the shoulder. "Tyr is the embodiment of justice. Of course He is sensitive to such evil things, don’t you think so?”

"But why..." Pelgren raised her head. She was no longer young. She never thought that she would be lectured by a young pagan. But now, she really needed an explanation. "But why didn't she do it?" Any response? Archbishop, he must not have embarked on this path of deviation recently."

"Because first of all, the war with the Abyss cannot stop. The turmoil within the order is fatal to the front line." Although Ron does not believe in Tire, there is nothing new under the sun. Based on some stories he heard from hearsay, It is still barely possible to restore the spirit of a devout believer. "The friction and collision between faith and ideology is almost irreconcilable. When the two sides engage in a long tug-of-war, shaking one's faith is tantamount to self-destruction."

"There was once a war. In the heat of battle, internal strife led to a change of generals, causing one side to lose everything. The dreams, souls and lives of countless people were destroyed. Tyr would not want this to happen to you. Yes, don’t you think so, Miss Pelgland?”

"Or do you think that the archbishop's fall is not an isolated case, but that the vast majority of the cult's followers, including Alon, have surrendered to the devil?"

"This is impossible!" Pergran immediately retorted, "I don't know about others, but Lao Lei is absolutely impossible!"

"That's right!" Ron nodded, "So don't you think that Tire is already taking action in order to bring order to the chaos without affecting the front line?"

The pastor looked at Ron blankly, and it took a while before she realized what she was saying. She pointed at Ron and then at herself: "You mean... you don't mean that?"

"Although I'm not a believer, and I don't even dare to say that I'm on your side, sometimes I should win over other allies. Isn't that what you think when you come to us?" Ron smiled. , he turned sideways and saw the halfling priest coming in with Yelena opening the door.

He doesn't need to worry about the next thing. Of course, professionals have more professional words.

"You'd better find another place to live these days." After Bunnie took over the conversation with Pelgren, Ron motioned for Yelena to come out with him. "If you accidentally reveal that we also have a deal with Purgatory, I will really Afraid she will go crazy."

"Then I'll go to the warehouse, or simply move to the black dragon's lair for a few days," Shadow Spirit shrugged, but did not refute. The priests of Helm may not care about good and evil, but the priests of Tyr cannot. "But I have to say, you have to think of a way to get her away, otherwise something will happen sooner or later."

As an adult in his thirties, and a middle-level and high-level member of the religious sect, it is almost impossible to change various ideas through methods other than arcane magic.

"I will solve this problem as soon as possible, but I can't think of any solution now," Ron sighed, "You don't have to wrong yourself so much. I have a bed in my office. You can just rest there."

Shadow spirits are similar to elves and do not need sleep. Meditation is enough.

"The more reliable way is to behead all those high-level officials and support Pelgran to ascend to power," Yelena said shockingly, "Then let us, or simply let me be the middleman, while maintaining Purgatory's control over them to a certain extent. , and there is no need to worry about the retaliation against us - Her Royal Highness will certainly not give up on the achievements she has delivered to us."

"There will definitely be turmoil on the front line, which will be a blow to the Molten Iron Barrier and even the entire world." Ron really wanted to take this approach. Although it was a bit dangerous and the success rate was not high, it would save Delusion from being in the middle of the war. In the center of the whirlpool, a tall person naturally takes all the responsibilities - but he must consider the subsequent situation.

Although they don’t know where the battlefield of the cult is, they are also connected to the abyss. Once something happens there, the foul demons, Babu demons, and Balor Balrogs might also flow into the place of delusion. ...He doesn't plan to deal with these things in the future. Although the devil is not a good thing, he is somewhat reasonable and has a personal appearance.

"That's difficult. Are you planning to let the archbishop 'repent' himself?" Shadow Spirit snorted. Walking on the street, she found that her face seemed to attract too many eyes, so she put on her hood. "Another possible way is to let him and other bishops who are committed to Purgatory collectively abdicate. Compared with this, I think it is better to let the priest pray for Tirheim to come down to earth and show his saints."

In a world without gods, this statement is the same as "impossible", but here it may really come true - but the probability is also slim. After all, most gods have their own bases. Even if Tirheim really comes down, it is likely to be in Faerun instead of here.

But speaking of the native gods of this world...

Ron subconsciously touched his heart, but the gray fog that was still active before did not respond at this moment - although it had never listened to his command.

Ron and Yelena walked towards the official residence where they worked. This three-story building with a basement, built by Anne, imitated the architectural style of Rose City: the main body was made of marble, and was filled with arches and columns.

The first floor of the official residence was the government hall, where residents who came to the territory to do business and their various requests would be summarized, classified and answered. On both sides of the hall were several meeting rooms and offices. In addition to Ron and his team holding meetings and receiving envoys from other city-states, technical officials recruited by Ron and civil servants recruited by Ivender also worked here.

The second floor was mainly the office of Ron and others, plus the room of Ivender, the "007" overtime maniac. The third floor was Ron's own residence - because sometimes several people including Axuri would come to discuss various matters with him, a huge platform was built on it, enough for Ron to move the entire workshop he built when he was in the trading post here. In a few months, the effect of Mordencan's private chamber will be permanent.

Since it was winter, only a few people entered and exited this multi-functional building, and it was precisely because of this that Ron could recognize the man who had been lingering at the door at a glance.

He should be working as a helper at the Night Breeze Tavern in Rose City, so why was he here?