Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Hey, okay--" Shuke was obedient and immediately counted out the gold coins and handed them to Ron along with the alchemist's backpack.

Then ten minutes later, Elden's screams resounded throughout the trading station.

"Give me back my money! Give me back my backpack!" The old dwarf pointed at Ron with a trembling index finger angrily, "You are cheating! It's blackmail! Is that all?!"

"I told you all," Ron spread his hands, "It's very simple, just a layer of window paper."

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"Dean, Dean, calm down--" Shuke picked Elden up from the ground, which prevented him from bumping into Driver's knife, "Didn't you say that everything is just a layer of window paper, but without guidance, it will never be broken--"

"You evil disciple! It turns out that it's not your money that's being spent?" Elden got even angrier, "How can you side with him?!"

"Okay, Dean, calm down, calm down," Shuke said with a smile on his face, and took the teacher to the guest room upstairs, "Take a rest first, I still have to talk to Mr. Ron about something else."

Finally, after hearing a full-throated "liar", the upstairs finally returned to peace.

"Your dean looks healthy," Ron glanced at Shuke who was coming downstairs, "and he has a loud voice."

"Hey, who can say for sure about things like depigmentation," Shuke sighed, "As a student, I can only do my best."

"I am the one who breached the contract. I will accept the punishment no matter what you want to do. I just hope that the cooperation can continue. Don't worry, this situation will not happen again in the future."

"Since it is a business, then I will naturally want a larger share," Ron waved his hand, "If there is nothing to do, don't bring him around. With that mouth, he can't survive here, let alone other places."

Shuke has dealt with them before, so he naturally knows that what Ron said is true, and agreed with a wry smile.

"Are you done?" Su Linna stood up, "Your dean is really a troublesome person. Look at this person I brought with me - Annie, say hello to Lord Ron."

The little girl was indeed the one she brought. When she heard Su Linna say that, she saluted Ron immediately.

"Is this... the carpenter you mentioned?" Ron looked at Annie, "Warlock? A descendant of earth and wood?"

"Your vision is still as sharp as ever!" Sulina flattered, "This child is from a distant relative of mine. Her ancestors had some connection with a tree spirit, and the power of magic is reflected in her."

"Maybe she is not a particularly skilled spellcaster yet, but she can definitely help you a lot!"

"Newbie," Ron nodded, "That doesn't matter - how should I settle her wages?"

"How can I let you spend money? I cover all her expenses."

Ron nodded with satisfaction, "That's great, welcome to the land of delusion, Anne. "

"And this one here..." Salovey patted the dwarf blacksmith on the shoulder, "This Rurik is my old friend. He has a hundred years of experience in forging and smelting. Any metal can be rejuvenated in his hands! "

"But his temper is a bit weird, so uh, he is not willing to forge everything. "

"I have three things I won't forge," the dwarf Rurik put down his wine glass, "If you agree, I will stay here, and I don't need wages, just food and accommodation. "

"I would like to hear more about it. "Ron looked at him. There is a lack of everything here now, so no matter what Rurik asks for, as long as it is not excessive, he can accept it.

"First, I don't forge farm tools," Rurik held up a finger, "too simple, not worth mentioning, a waste of time."

"Second, I don't forge weapons. Weapons are born to hurt people. I don't like my works to be used as weapons, so I don't forge them."

"Third, I don't forge armor. The Hammer of the Forged World teaches us to remain perseverant and tenacious in the face of disasters. Armor will weaken our feelings, so I don't forge them either."

Ron: "... Then may I ask what you can forge?"

"Artwork!" Rurik's eyes burst into an amazing brilliance, "I, Rurik, am determined to become a legendary craftsman! Only artworks are worthy of my forging. I can only produce the best and eternal legends in my hands!"

"For example, that one!" Rurik pointed to the Canglan Grip carried by Sera behind him, "That's my goal! Can you please let me see it?"

Sera handed over the Canglan Grip. This is not a blacksmith shop, and there is no need to worry about the dwarf's itchy hands breaking it.

"Real Casica Ice Steel!" Rurik stroked the Blue Grip carefully, "The orc who forged it must have been a great forger for hundreds of years!"

"How can you be sure that it was made by an orc?" Sera was curious, and the dwarf didn't know the full name of the Blue Grip.

Rurik excitedly pointed out several places on the two-handed giant sword to Sera: "Child, look here, here and here! Only Casica Ice Steel will have this special pattern and luster during forging! Alas, it's a pity that I'm too far away from there. I've only touched a small piece in all these years, and Salovey won't buy it for me."

The merchant didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Brother Rurik, do you know how expensive that piece is in our place! It's a question of whether I will buy it or not?"

"But you can't guarantee that you can forge such a good thing every time, right?" Ron said, "Shouldn't there be a range or something like that?"

"The upper limit is this giant sword, and the lower limit is the breastplate worn by the half-elf," Rurik pointed at Ivy, "That is the craftsmanship of the dwarves, and I am definitely better than the maker of this!"

"If I produce anything that is not as good as this breastplate, you will burn my beard with fire!"

For a dwarf, swearing on his beard is already quite serious. Ron and the others couldn't help but believe that this dwarf blacksmith was probably as skilled as he said.

"But didn't you say you don't forge weapons and armor?" Ivy frowned.

"Yes!" Rurik nodded seriously, "I only make works of art - Salovey, give my two samples to this half-elf lady and the priest!"

Salovey went upstairs immediately, and when he came back, his whole body was clanging and banging. The armor and shield in his hands were really heavy.

"Take it, ladies," Rurik bowed proudly, "see if it fits you well? Is it too heavy or uncomfortable? Or do you not like the pattern or color?"

"This full body armor and this kite shield are my token of loyalty and proof of my strength."