Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Lavinia did not fulfill her bold words. Although she had seen and heard everything, and even helped Ron a lot when preparing the potion, three hours was still too tight for her.

But the good news is that after five hours, Gilliannis brought her back to the temple. The halfling held a potion that was almost exactly the same as the one Ron made. Without waiting for everyone to ask questions, she quickly walked to the last group of people who had not recovered, opened his mouth, and poured the potion down.

In less than a moment, the trembling of the centaur gradually stopped, and in confusion, he opened his eyes like other tribesmen.

"It actually works?" Polly looked at the awakened man in surprise, judging his recovery. "It's really interesting, little guy, do you mean that anyone can make Ron's potion?"

The witch was interested in this kind of thing but not much, after all, her power was completely contrary to this model. The witch's spells and props were strange and weird, and even those she made herself might have differences.

But Ron's potion revealed another possibility to her: a lower threshold, the same effect. Or, repeatability.

"Oh my God, I apologize for my rudeness before, Miss Lavinia!" The centaur who had made a fuss looked at his nephew with complicated eyes, then looked at the halfling, and finally bowed to her and lowered his head, "I never thought that you could also--"

"This is not my credit, I just copied Ron's work," the halfling shrugged, "The process from zero to one is extremely difficult, and from one to two is much easier."

Reproducing or adding some of your own changes on the basis of predecessors is not a particularly commendable achievement in alchemy, pharmacy or other fields. In comparison, only those who can really walk their own path are more likely to be remembered.

However, this road is not so easy to walk. It involves various factors such as cost and benefits. Most organizations prefer to take the easy one. In conjunction, individuals affiliated with the organization have to make the same choice-after all, the power of one person is not enough to accomplish things in most cases.

As for the result, it is also very simple: no matter how high the ability or how strong the level is, if the organization is not strong enough and the leader is not far-sighted enough, most people will waste their lives in a position where they can do anything with their hands.

Fortunately, Ron did not encounter such a fate. Under his research, the people with the most serious illnesses have successfully survived, and so far, they have not shown any signs of relapse. Although their bodies are still very weak, after a little conditioning, the work pressure of Boone and others has been reduced a lot.

For other patients, Lavinia and others did not choose to take the risk to treat them. This was Ron's request after he fell asleep, and they would certainly comply. And in terms of the severity of their illness, the condition of these patients is much better than that of the people who are worried about the next day, and they can wait until Ron has a full rest.

Perhaps because he was aware of the current situation, Ron slept particularly soundly. After Lavinia rescued the last centaur, he slept for another ten hours before waking up slowly. When Ron opened his eyes, the whole world was so beautiful and clear in his eyes.

The premise is that the extremely oppressive centaur leader did not stand in front of him.

"Lord!" Seeing Ron wake up, Zandia was obviously relieved, "Did you rest well? Do you need to sleep a little longer?"

Ron looked around and found that this was his bedroom. It seemed that everyone was worried that he did not rest well enough, so they moved him here.

"No, no need," Ron covered his head. After a brief moment of refreshment, a dull headache came up quietly. Continuing to sleep would only make the situation worse. Besides, Ron did not forget that he had more important things to do. "How long did I sleep? How did you feel during that time?"

"It couldn't be better," Zandia smiled from the bottom of her heart, "Sir, your potion is simply the most magical thing in the world! None of us have relapsed! They can already help Master Bunny and others take care of other patients."

"That's good," Ron nodded, "Thank you for your efforts, but it's better to take some protective measures to avoid unexpected situations."

"By the way, you..."

Ro Ron turned over and sat up, looking at the centaur. She didn't seem to want to leave, but hesitated: "Do you have anything to say to me?"

"Yes, sir," Zandiya's expression immediately became serious when she heard Ron's question, "There are some things I think I must report to you about the dream I had when I was unconscious."

"Dream?" Ron was stunned for a moment, "In the case of high fever, it is indeed possible to appear..."

"No, that is definitely not an illusion," Zandiya said hurriedly, "Please listen to me, in the dream, I saw..."

After all, the centaur is also a fairy creature, and its dreams may not be completely useless fantasies. Ron did not interrupt the beautiful dream she briefly described earlier. He guessed that the highlight was probably in the back.

"...The voice told me, 'The centaur's fey bloodline is connected to nature, which gives you an intuitive connection with nature'," finally, Zandia sighed softly and ended her memories, "After waking up from recovery, I feel uneasy every time I think of these things, sir, you said..."

"Giant mouth, snow, dark clouds?" Ron pondered. In his opinion, the strangest images are nothing more than these. The rest, such as the black dragon and the space channel, are probably the effect of his potion. After all, the dragon blood of Exuri also played a big role in it. It's no big deal for Zandia to dream about the black dragon.

But the snow?

"Did that voice introduce itself to you?" Ron raised his head, "Did it not say it? Or did you forget it?"

"It should be, it didn't say it," Zandia recalled it again and said firmly, "But it should be a female voice, and when I tried to embark on that glorious path, she said..."

"'Under the glory of Tyr..."

"My Lord, do our priests here have such power? Or is it the angels under Tyr... who came to save me?"

"After all, I once saved a priest of Tyr before." (End of this chapter)