Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

A young black dragon guarding a town was definitely a luxury, but there were even more outrageous stories that the air djinn had heard.

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For example, a two or three thousand year old black dragon guards a kingdom. That black dragon has very different living habits from other members of its race. Not only does it not like to eat carrion, nor does it allow its descendants to eat it, it often eats some special ores. Over time, its scales no longer resemble those of a black dragon. Instead of black, it turned into a bright purple.

That dragon has quite a reputation in the multiverse, even Sunak has heard of it.

In comparison, this little black dragon here is actually nothing. but……

Sunak let Ron down, but did not enter the town immediately. Instead, he wrinkled his nose and made a sniffing gesture: "Sir Ron, did you...have there been many djinns living here?"

"No, it can't be said to be life. It's just that the number is a bit huge and it lasted for quite a while - it probably happened more than a century ago?"

Ron raised his eyebrows in surprise: "I didn't expect your 'nose' to be quite good? Then can you 'smell' out what kind of giant spirit has appeared here?"

"I think it's probably a water djinn," Sunak was silent for a moment and said with some uncertainty, "It's been a long time and I can't feel much."

"There's just one thing: the stench of those water djinn's pretentious landowners still lingers on this land, and it's still pretty clear."

Sunak didn't have much ill feelings towards the water djinn. The few indifferences he had towards the water djinn also came from the pretentious arrogance of the water djinn: all the water djinn called themselves nobles and treated everyone (even others) Djinn) are defined as lower-level people of different classes, but in fact the real Djinn nobles are beings like Sunak.

The air djinn refers to the water djinn's behavior as "the stink of landowners", which is really a euphemism.

"There was a guy who summoned them before and let them ravage this land. Later, they were attacked by some saints who went on an expedition to Freshwater." Ron nodded, recognizing Sunak's sense of smell, "But as you said It’s been a long time, and these things have basically passed.”

"If you wish, I would be more than happy to introduce you to such a noble person."

"The saints who went on an expedition to fresh water...you're not talking about the fishmen, are you?" Sunak's expression changed, "Their main enemies are the water djinn, but they treat us almost the same... Forget it, it’s better for everyone to keep distance.”

In the dark night, Sunak's blue body would occasionally flicker with a series of light arcs. The arcs swam like snakes under his silk clothes, attracting many unanswered questions on the street. The gaze of the residents of the home. However, the people under Ron have seen a lot of things. From goblins to giants, from centaurs to black dragons, a mere elemental creature is not worthy of everyone gathering around to watch.

"It would be great if every place I go to is like this in the future," Sunak sighed softly. "Although we can also use disguises to blend into the crowd, it is not as good as being like this and being ourselves."

It's not a scholar, a warrior or a spy, it's just a tourist who likes to travel. It's best to minimize trouble. In Ron's case, it felt vaguely at home.

Other air djinn naturally have no prejudice against it, and the servants who serve it also behave contentedly. This is a scene that cannot be seen under the command of other djinn in other elemental planes.

Ron led Sunak through the streets of Green Moor Town. During this process, he had to forcefully pull the air djinn out of the Gagawaa Tavern to prevent it from drinking and causing trouble here. After the epidemic, the tavern business became even more prosperous. Even on such a cold night, a large number of drinkers gathered here.

Ron even saw the figure of his barbarian friend. Sera was obviously a little over the top at this moment. She was standing on a chair, with one foot on the table, and her strong arms held up a hand that was as big as two heads stacked on top of each other. ’s wine glass, and he is drinking boldly.

Beside her, a group of drunken customers and kobold bartenders leaned crookedly on any surrounding objects they could lean on, counting Sera's words with their big tongues.

"The eighth cup! I bet she can drink ten cups!"

"What's ten cups? I bet Sera can drink twenty cups in a row!"

"She can drink until dawn!" A kobold clenched his fist and smashed it on the counter next to him, expelling nine silver coins. "Here, give me a big, spicy drink! I, I want it too!"

Ron shook his head and sighed. He had no intention of disturbing Sera's cow-drinking. For this warrior, alcohol, meat and fighting were her soul, even more important than life. In her own words, she would rather rip off her head and give it to others. Being a wine bowl, I don’t want to be without wine and meat for a day.

"Don't worry, sir, I will keep an eye on her." In the shadow of the corner, the hooded shadow spirit slightly shook the goblet in his hand. When she saw Ron, Yelena raised the glass far away and rushed to it. Ron gestured, "When she wakes up, she will find herself in a warm bed, not in the cold snow."

"Shadow spirit..." Before being dragged out by Ron, Sunak forcibly grabbed the door frame and looked at Yelena again, "Ron, have you been to the Shadow Underworld? How did you kidnap her?"

"I didn't kidnap her. Most of the people here stayed voluntarily," Ron reached out and took out the key from his pocket. The administrative employees he hired had already left work, and he had to open the door himself to go home. "Come with me, I'll show you my plans first, and you can choose the ones you are sure will succeed. My small place doesn't have such a high tolerance rate. If you pretend to know and let us suffer losses, I will have to lock you in the oil lamp."

"Can you Don't always bring the oil lamp?" Sunak followed Ron out of the tavern helplessly, "Am I a djinn who does that kind of thing? I'm a noble! I have dignity!"

"And let's take a step back - you can't catch me, right?"

"That's hard to say," Ron snorted, "I know a planeswalker, I think no matter where you hide, I can catch you back."

"Come on, take a look at these, what do you think-"

A moment later, the hysterical wailing of the air djinn sounded in Ron's room: "No! This is impossible! You might as well stuff me into the oil lamp!"

"Even if you kill me! Imprison me! Enslave me! I will never be able to generate electricity for your factory!" (End of this chapter)