Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Generally speaking, dragons of any kind do not like towns with humanoid creatures near their lairs, especially black dragons.

For ordinary black dragons, creatures that are easy to control and difficult to betray are ideal neighbors, such as undead creatures, creepers, carnivorous plants, mud monsters, constructs, etc., while those creatures with a little intelligence are generally worshiped and submitted to. For the majesty of its dragons, such as kobolds and lizardmen.

Golden dragons, on the other hand, prefer to separate themselves from the world they want to protect, isolate themselves from the world, and only trust a few close allies and guardians. Whether it's due to nature or upbringing, Iksuri probably doesn't like living on the edge of town.

Ron estimated that the baby dragon would probably adapt to it for a period of time, and then move further away due to various reasons.

Due to the situation of the second team that followed, Ron and others did not choose to continue exploring the surrounding area, but quickly returned to the trading post. And when they came back, a group of acquaintances also came here.

"Oh, we've been waiting for you here for two days!"

When Ron stepped across the threshold, the whistle of the Bronze Dragonborn rang out in the hall. In addition to the two businessmen Shuke and Salovei, there was also a little girl, a dwarf blacksmith and a man who looked stunned. An old dwarf with a pale beard and hair.

That little girl may not even be twenty years old, and she can tell at a glance that she is the associate of the bronze dragonborn Sulina; the dwarf blacksmith has a big beard and is holding a glass of ale in his hand, and he probably has a cooperative relationship with the equipment merchant Salovey; as for the dwarf blacksmith, Ron looked at that dwarf not as a companion of the three businessmen, but as their leader or superior.

Ron could occasionally see this kind of temperament in some "leaders" in his previous life, but he couldn't tell which kind it was.

Anyway, the boss of his research group and the professor, the dean of the college, are the kind of real scholars who cannot feel this kind of temperament.

"This dwarf has achromia," Sylvia whispered. "His curiosity and creativity have been lost with time, and he won't live long."

Bleak syndrome is a strange symptom only seen in dwarfs. Even because the origins of dwarfs in different worlds are different, whether this disease will appear varies from world to world.

One theory claims that the ancestors of dwarfs immigrated from the First World - the only world that ever existed. As descendants of fey, dwarfs have inherited the excellent qualities of their ancestors that almost never age or die. The curse of fading disease also haunts them all the time.

Once they lose their dreams, innovations, or inability to engage in novel experiences, achromia literally slowly drains the color from a dwarf's body, plunging them into a deep depression that eventually kills them. Few gnomes survive, becoming the gloomy yet wise survivors known as faders.

For this reason, gnomes have engraved their vitality, enthusiasm, impulse and joy into their culture and blood. Gnomes will think that being alive is a wonderful thing, and they will squeeze every drop of happiness out of their lives for centuries. When humans are tired of such a long life and elves spend a lot of time savoring the beauty of the world, dwarves seem to worry that even such a long life is not enough time for them to complete what they want to do or See everything you want to see.

But this kind of joy that is not entirely natural is difficult and may not always be maintained. For example, the old dwarf standing in front of Ron and the others, with his hands behind his back, serious and depressed.

"I told you, Shuk," before Ron could ask, the dwarf had already spoken first, "Alchemists cannot be born in this barbaric and remote place, and people who hang out with goblins and mountain villagers cannot have extraordinary talents. ”

"You're just wasting my time by dragging me here."

"Mr. Shuke, couldn't you-" Ron roughly guessed what was going on after hearing what the dwarf said, "You seem to have violated the agreement, right?"

"Yes, yes, I betrayed your trust," Shuke lowered his head in shame, "I couldn't resist the temptation, so I gave the sample you generously gave to Elden College for appraisal."

"I am willing to accept any punishment you propose, but I also hope that you can have a chat with Dean Elden. I believe you will both benefit a lot."

"Lord, this is Dean Eldon, the most knowledgeable wise man in the [Western City-State Alliance] and the founder of Eldon College."

"Dean, this is the handsome young man I mentioned to you, the pioneer of Dreamland, Mr. Ron."

"Good day, Mr. Dean," Ron said with a polite salute to the other party, "I have admired you for a long time, and your presence has made this small place of mine shine."

"I can point out at least three mistakes in your etiquette just now." The dwarf old man's expression was like a statue, without any change. "Based on this, you are not even as good as Shuke. My academy will never recruit you. Raising people.”

No wonder Shuke had to give Ron's potion to him for identification and analysis even if he broke the contract. It turned out to be his alma mater, and the dean might even be his teacher.

"Mr. Ron, please don't mind," Shuke tried to smooth things over with a wry smile, "My teacher has a bit of a weird temper..."

"It doesn't matter, my temper is not bad," Ron pulled up a chair and sat across from the old man, "But if you brought him here just to pick on me, then please come back. We have traveled a long way back. We are in urgent need. rest."

"Find faults with you?" The dwarf raised his chin and looked down at Ron. "Your movements are not in line with tradition! Your grammar is not in line with the norm! Even the racial composition of your place is unethical - how can you allow goblins to live with other races?!"

"Old man, if you are here to pick a fight, I don't mind beating you to pieces!"

The first person to be angered by the dwarf's words was Driver. The goblin hunter jumped out with a dagger, waving the knife in front of Elden: "Do you want to try, old man? Come on! Let's see who is better at fighting!"

"Your threats have no effect except making me despise your miserable race even more," Elden looked at Ron without blinking, "Your name is Ron, right? Is this how you act as a lord and allow your subordinates to threaten guests?"

The old dwarf turned to look at Victoria again; "I saw the holy emblem of Heim on your collar. You are His believer, right?"

"Very good, now there is a rude and ferocious goblin threatening an old dwarf who is powerless, are you ready to just stand by and watch?"