Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Let's choose a good day and go to the outskirts of the city-state. Our followers will set up tents and prepare their horses..."

Suholu told the story unclearly. He at least understood that these people in front of him had just saved himself and other comrades, and he should answer the questions honestly, so he told everyone about his experience in almost every detail. "Spring Hunting", "Summer Hunting", "Autumn Hunting" and "Winter Hunting" and so on.

Ron and Ivy looked at each other, and both saw helplessness in each other's eyes - as expected.

Although their cloaks were very plain, they revealed extraordinary attire underneath, which highlighted their worldly status. People like them have completely different views on hunting than Sera or even Ivy.

Just ask the servants to display the dead prey beside the road for the gentlemen to pick up anywhere.

Suholu didn't understand what happened, causing these "beneficiaries" to look at him so strangely, but at least he understood that he must have said the wrong thing, and that his pointless show of bravery would probably lead to the death of four people. Here: "Sorry, although we may have some skills, Delusion is a completely strange and dangerous place for us. I don't think we can survive here - and you see."

He swung his remaining broken leg and sighed: "Even in the kind of 'hunting' I mentioned, I am the most skilled among us. Now that I am disabled, they must be..."

"Okay, don't talk about this," Ron took a step back and motioned for Victoria to step forward and use magic to treat these four people first - otherwise, their injuries might be fatal if they were treated directly with medicine. "Let's rest and recover for a while. I won't let you die here. You can come with us later."

"Thank you for your grace! May the goddess of magic bless you, my merciful lord!"

The other two cultists helped Suholu kneel down and tried to kiss Ron's boots, but Ron did not let them do so. Larissa didn't move. She pricked her hands covered in blood, opened her mouth, looked at Ron blankly for a while, and then made a series of "Ahhh" and other sounds.

"What is she talking about?" Ron glanced at Suholu on the ground, without directly preparing a spell to detect thoughts.

"She is grateful to you, noble sir," Suholu said quickly, "She thanks you for saving us, thanks you for giving her the opportunity to take revenge, thank you - Larissa, what are you talking about?!"

The short, fat man who seemed to be able to understand Larisa's shouts suddenly felt sweat on his face. He immediately turned his head and scolded his companions sternly: "This great man just saved us!"

"It doesn't matter," Ron waved his hand, "What is she talking about? I don't think she has any ill intentions towards us..."

Suholu smiled bitterly: "Don't misunderstand us. Are we inferior to pigs and dogs? How can we dare to be malicious to you? But she did cross the line, she..."

"Tell me, just tell me the exact words. How can you not cross the line?"

"Ah, ah ah." Larisa's voice attracted Ron's attention. The woman squatted down, mixed the blood on her hands with the soil, and dug out a string of letters on the ground. That should be what she wanted. Express the core meaning of the content.

That was a name, and Ron knew the man.

Gulen.

"Alas," Suholu sighed, "She wants to ask you if she can meet Grant. She was brought into the cult by Grant..."

Ron understood: "Were you the one who wrote to Grant before?"

Larisa nodded vigorously, but the expression on her face turned a little pale. The same goes for Suholu.

"Sir, I assure you that with the honor of my family, Gulen was definitely not involved in this incident, not even to the extent of being enslaved like us! He was completely unaware, and I ask for your leniency. Don’t pursue his—”

"What are you talking about?" Ron looked at this man strangely, "Why should I pursue him? Just because he is a cultist like you? He has already converted."

"He mentioned this in his letter, but...but after all he..."

"He has not committed any crime in my territory," Ron shrugged. "Am I going to pursue the crimes he committed in other city-states in the past?"

"The same goes for you: as long as you don't cause trouble with me and never plan to do so, no matter what earth-shattering things you have done before, they can be redeemed and considered by me - those two dead people don't count. , the smell of blood on their hands can be smelled from a long way away, and even if I let them go, they will not let me go - I will die without mercy."

"Yes, a worthy death, yes."

Suholu nodded gratefully, and at this time, Victoria also stood up and saluted Ron: "We have already carried out preliminary treatment, at least sterilization and hemostasis have been completed, and your alchemy potion will be needed later for further treatment. Treatment and injury assessment.”

"I understand, thank you." Ron's eyes crossed Victoria, Larissa, and Suholu, and landed on the other two cultists. "You are also seriously injured. Do you want to try it first? It’s time to share Larisa’s pain.”

The two looked at each other, and nodding their heads, they took the potion from Ron and told their companions that it was normal. However, judging from their convulsive facial expressions, it was not a pleasant thing to pour this potion into their stomachs.

But now that things have come to this, they have no other choice.

"I don't recommend you drink it directly. I'm afraid your mouth and even your digestive tract will be rotten beyond recognition." Larissa stepped forward and wanted to take the potion for the third time, but was blocked by Ron. "This is not a good thing."

"If you can still hold on, I suggest you return to Green Swamp Town with me for further treatment and treatment; if you can't hold on..." Ron thought for a while, stretched out his hand and drew a group of runes in the air, "This is a stopgap measure. Although it can't last long, it should be able to more or less paralyze your nerves and help you reduce some pain + Don't worry, someone will hold you up."

Cracked Tooth The orc priest of the tribe came up quietly and bowed to Ron: "I didn't expect to see you here, dear lord. Although we gave up the opportunity to live in the city, you still didn't abandon us. I would like to thank you on behalf of the surviving tribesmen."

"-By the way, I apologize. We rashly joined a storm and lost a lot of people. This is my duty as a priest. I should-"

"No, it's not your fault," Ron motioned the old orc to stand up, "In the delusion land, I'm afraid no creature can escape this storm..." (End of this chapter)