Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

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It is impossible for a half-elf warrior not to know how to wear armor, but it is another matter to remotely control so many parts by mind. Even with Ron's help, Ivy probably needs some time to get familiar with it before she can really use it like an arm.

"In fact, I have only completed part of this enchantment," Ron sighed after watching Ivy reassemble the full body armor, "but for now, my strength is still lacking, and continuing is likely to be counterproductive."

"It's okay, it's great!" Ivy raised her hand and knocked on the tower shield in her hand, signaling Sylvia to help her do a test. When the latter summoned a ball of fire to hit the tower shield, as the flames scattered and disappeared, the surface of the shield was as smooth as a mirror, without leaving any traces.

"This is the best equipment I have ever used, no, the best equipment I have ever seen!"

"As long as you like it." Ron scratched his head and did not continue to share his experience. According to the previous model, with a little inspiration, this shield should be even more powerful, not to mention the full body armor, but Ron also left a part of the interface on it, and when the time is right, he can continue to complete his work at any time.

After the affairs here came to an end, it was naturally a whole night of banquets and parties. Long treks and sleeping in the wind and rain tempered people's will and also extremely exhausted their spirits. Therefore, such banquets are an indispensable part every time the work came to an end.

At the banquet, Ron raised his glass and toasted everyone one by one for an unknown number of times. He was not good at drinking, but this did not prevent him from pouring wine for others. His companions, especially Sera and Driver, enjoyed the process very much. After letting the goblin hunter drink again, Ron seemed to have a feeling. He looked up outside the tavern. On the street that had become dark, a vague figure stood on the street, as if waving to him.

This is New Green Swamp Town, this is Ron's own territory, there is nothing to be afraid of.

"You guys continue, I'll be back soon." Ron put down the wine glass, the arcane light flashed, making him sober, the wizard raised his footsteps, walked past the equally drunken Kobold waiters, and walked out.

"Hey! Hey, Ron! Where are you going? Come back soon!" Driver wanted to follow him out with a burp, but the goblin, who was already drunk, only took two steps and his left and right feet began to fight each other. The hunter who was tripped by himself was quickly dragged back to the wine table by Sera.

Others also noticed it, but after seeing the person clearly, everyone lowered their heads and stopped paying attention to what was happening outside.

On the one hand, everyone was sure that this existence would not do anything unfavorable to Ron, and on the other hand, if she really wanted to do something, I'm afraid no one here could stop her.

Not even Gillianis.

The moon elf poured herself another glass of sherry, narrowed her eyes slightly, and seemed to be watching the movements outside unintentionally.

Beside her, Anastasia's senses seemed to be affected by the arcane, so that the mercenary who also had dark vision did not notice the situation outside the tavern at all, and did not even notice Ron leaving the table.

The night wind blew through the door of the "Gagawaa" tavern, blowing away the smell of alcohol that Ron brought out of the house, and also brought him another smell. The familiar smell clearly showed that the visitor came from hell.

"Your Highness Gracia," Ron bowed slightly to show respect. After a few months, his etiquette was more thoughtful and standard than before. "Please forgive me for not knowing you would come. Otherwise, I would have kept a seat for you."

After not seeing each other for a few months, the Grand Duke of Purgatory was still elegant and charming. She waved her hand gently as a return gift to Ron: "Forget about such polite words. I am not used to the wine brewed by the dog-headed people. But I am interested in trying the Shirley in the hands of the moon elf."

"Then you..."

"Not here, this thing is a rare thing in your house. I have a full cabinet at home," Gracia, or more accurately, her incarnation chuckled, "But, I didn't come to you today to discuss wine with you."

"Since you are out, are you willing to walk with me casually?"

"It's an honor." Ron's words were not polite. Being able to walk with the devil's Grand Duke after drinking was not a treatment that ordinary people could have.

Ron reached out his hand and gently lifted the tip of Gracia's finger. A whirlwind mixed with flames and sulfur rose from the ground, quickly wrapping the two figures in it at the same time. When the whirlwind dissipated, Ron was surprised to find that he had appeared on the roof of a huge building.

This Gothic building looks... How could it be so familiar?

"If you ask me, you should move your home here," Gracia pulled back her hand and stood at the highest point of the vampire castle to admire the scenery under the moonlight, "Give all that side to your lords, so that you can highlight your authority and majesty as a lord. It's really not good to mix with them like a mud leg."

"And speaking of it, the earliest delusion actually refers to only an area on this side of the mountain. Those outside were included in the scope later."

"This side is too far away, and it's inconvenient to do anything," Ron answered truthfully. Anyway, even if he lied, this person should be able to find the answer himself, "In addition, Sylvia inherited this castle. In theory, this should be her property."

"Will the half-blood have any objections to you moving in?" Gracia sneered, "Besides, in theory, you can say anything, but through practice, as long as you want, you can be the owner of this place."

"Forget it, it's unlucky," Ron walked to the edge of the castle roof and looked at the two graves behind, "The last family who lived here didn't have a good ending."

"You, a guy from a world with almost no magic, actually believe these things," the Grand Duke smiled, and his beautiful face at that moment was like a blooming night-blooming cereus under the moon, "But you are right about this, it's indeed unlucky here."

"Things from more than a thousand years ago have emerged again, and this time, they will become extremely powerful."

"You mean..." Ron had a bad premonition in his heart, he knew that the Grand Duke would never come to chat with him because he had nothing to do!

"Look for yourself," Gracia pointed to the distance, "Oh, by the way, I forgot that you humans don't have dark vision."