Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Two hours later, Ron and the others had gathered at the entrance of Green Swamp Town.

Since they were only going to rescue people this time, Gillianis did not accompany them. It was still Ron's six-man team, plus Shuke who led the way. Ron wrapped his thick cotton robe and turned to look at an open space. There was a slightly abnormal fluctuation in the space there. It should be Quest who was protecting it in secret.

In Ron's eyes, Quest had come and gone without a trace, like those legendary white-robed assassins with sharp blades hidden in their sleeves, and even more mysterious. However, as his research in the field of magic became more and more profound, the tricks of this double-body monk gradually became not traceless in his eyes.

Although if they really fought, it would be difficult for Ron to lock him in the shadow.

"Just over half a year ago, Mr. Ron was still an ordinary person whose surface thoughts I could easily spy on..." Quest naturally noticed Ron's sight, and he couldn't help shaking his head.

Now, even simply hiding in the shadow has become so difficult.

"Everyone is here," Ron looked around. As the preface of the weaving appeared in front of him, a teleportation array appeared at everyone's feet. "Saving people is important. I will use the teleportation array to send us directly to the trading post. Since I am not familiar with the town of Fromm, in order to prevent unnecessary waste of time, we choose the safest way."

The teleportation of the mage is not just a simple chanting of the spell. If the caster has no idea where he is about to arrive, it is easy to cause the coordinates to shift, which can easily have a counterproductive effect when in a hurry. Ron does not want Dean Elden to have an accident because of his negligence.

According to Shuke, the place where they were attacked is quite close to Fromm Town, so it does not take too much time to go back and forth. According to Ron's estimated speed, it will take at least three or four days to return - they need to transfer at the trading post when they go, but they don't need to come back.

As for the time spent on verbal or physical negotiations, Ron does not think that it takes a whole day to communicate with an orc tribe, no matter which method is used.

As the surrounding space was rapidly distorted, accompanied by a faint whistling sound, Ron and others suddenly disappeared from the spot, leaving the surrounding townspeople in amazement, marveling at the lord's powerful magic.

"Do you think the adults will go to Yungang?" Evander hugged his shoulders, looking a little worried. "The adults are kind people, they won't stand idly by, right..."

"To go to Yungang, we have to cross the entire Gobi Desert. Even the most righteous paladin may not care about this matter," Constance, who was standing beside him, raised her hand to hold her long hair, and glanced at this colleague who changed careers halfway, "We just need to do our own things, don't think too much."

"Sir Ron will make his own decision."

"Well, you are right, Miss Constance," Evander retracted his gaze. According to the arcane education he received, Ron and others should have successfully arrived at the trading post. "You go back first, I will go to share some of the work for you later. Now I want to take a breath."

"Yungang is in turmoil, and the Holt family is also in trouble. I feel..."

"You'd better think so." Constance also retracted her gaze and turned away. She was not an adventurer like Ivy who had survived in the wilderness at a young age. In her eyes, things under the eaves were easier to see than things under the tree canopy, even though Ron and Gillianis had never told anyone about Evander's abnormality.

Evander smiled and watched Constance leave. When the half-elf turned around and looked at him again, he even calmly took off his hat to greet her, even though Constance responded by extending two fingers and gesturing between his and her eyes.

That meant "I'm staring at you."

"This woman... (Holt family swear words)"

As the half-elf walked quickly past the corner not far away, Evander's face suddenly darkened, and a word was about to slip out of his lips, but fortunately he took it back in time and replaced it with an obscure noble complaint.

The masters and young masters could not easily swear like the lowly people here, but there were occasions when they really had something to say, so the noble families usually specially formulated some words to express other meanings.

For example, what Evander said at this moment literally means "pears in winter". Passers-by around him looked curiously at Mr. Holt, who was often active in front of people, and thought that the territory would realize the free supply of fruits in winter.

That is a benefit that only real "citizens" in big cities in very few huge countries can enjoy.

"Master, you seem to be a little out of control." Mark appeared behind Evander at some point, just like a familiar uncle next door. No one would look at him a second time. Mark put his arm around Evander's shoulders and invited him into a small house next to him. This is Mark's temporary residence here.

"What happened? I'm still recuperating these days and haven't paid much attention to what's happening outside." Mark coughed twice. He was also a victim of the previous demon plague incident, but strangely, although Evander found a way to get him potion, he didn't seem to be getting better, and he still doesn't feel very good today.

Mark himself explained that he had been working for a living at sea all year round, and his body was strong on the outside and weak on the inside, and could not withstand such torture. However, Evandel knew that there were many elderly people in the delusion land, and they were now very active. Under Ron's "virtuous government", every family was There was enough firewood and food, and although this winter was long, it was completely unable to bury these elderly people.

Evandell was disdainful of this in his heart. In his opinion, civilians who could no longer provide any value should be left to fend for themselves. Giving symbolic help was already an act of mercy outside the law. Ron did this. It will only increase your own burden. Of course, he never expressed this thought even when everyone was in a meeting.

Only those who have no ghosts in their hearts can pretend to be ghosts. If those who have ghosts jump out rashly, they may be the one who is frightened to death.

"It's not that woman Constance!" Evander snorted coldly. "If Ron hadn't shown any political talent from the beginning, I really doubt that he deliberately paired me with that woman. Yes! She is like a follower of the devil!"

"I always feel that my plans have been exposed to her sight, and she always obstructs me in every possible way! Even when she deployed people into the health system before, she always put up obstacles - I just don't understand, she Why are you trying to get along with me?" (End of this chapter)