Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Although you decided to believe in an elf god, I'm not too surprised." Ivy glanced at her, took the medicine handed by Ron and started to treat the wound, "For those who have suffered injustice, this is indeed a Good choice.”

"I heard that Ms. Drunken Bee will not be stingy with gifts for people like me, and she is also famous among races other than elves," Sylvia smiled, "But am I being a bit too utilitarian? , He probably won’t favor me.”

"A large proportion of the followers of Drunken Bee are people driven by lust, drunkenly deceived and eager for revenge, and the prayers have no commitment to believe in the goddess except at the moment of prayer," Victoria said, "But she is a She’s a fickle goddess, so I’m sure you’ll have no problem doing this.”

"Of course, whether Drunken Bee will accept your prayers is another matter - His character is not even sure of the most devout believers."

Although the intoxicating bees of the chaotic neutral camp are incompatible with the lawful neutral Helm, gods are one thing and mortal believers are another. Victoria will not alienate Sylvia because of this, but Sylvia may It’s hard to escape the frequent preaching of this pastor friend.

"The speed of your growth is really impressive to me," Quest came down from upstairs. He had been hiding himself just now to prevent being recorded by the magic tattoos of these assassins. "The Assassins of Carolina are in the entire Western City-State Alliance." They are all famous, and a whole death squad of assassins is enough to stop a child from crying at night - I didn't expect that you would be able to resolve it so easily. "

"It will embarrass me that you hide your fame and achievements like this," Ron smiled and patted the demon on the shoulder, "I'm probably the only one who needs your off-site assistance."

"You are a mage. You are young and lack experience. This is normal." Quist chuckled. "At first, I was worried that you would go directly to your companions for help. In that case, you would definitely alert the snake. Let these It's much more dangerous for someone to run away and plan the next assassination than to step into a trap yourself."

"Well, who is this guy? Why don't you introduce him?"

Sylvia looked at Quest curiously: "Your hidden stake?"

"My name is Quest, and I am pleased to introduce myself to you, beautiful lady." Tiefling's glib tone seemed to suit Sylvia's taste. "I knew the first time I saw you that you are not a Ordinary half-blood."

"Sylvia, it's nice to meet you," Sylvia shook hands with Quest briefly, "You know what? I feel the same way - you're not an ordinary tiefling, right?"

"Uh, hehehe," Quest smiled and showed Sylvia the sticks, daggers and darts he carried with him. "You have a really good eye for people! I'm a monk, I started working as a spy for the city-states and lords in order to repay the debts my master owed during his lifetime. As for helping Brother Ron, it was because I made an investment. "

"Now there is one thing left to deal with here - Miss Ivy, how many scars can you leave on me? Then I should run back alone in embarrassment and complain to Mindatis."

"I'm very happy." Ivy smiled evilly, "Perhaps cutting off a horn and cutting off your tail will be more convincing?"

"I still like my horns and tail!"

When Quest disappeared into the night with all his injuries, Sylvia stared at his back and said to Ron: "Benefactor, I shouldn't question your vision of people, but this man You really need to pay more attention."

"How to say it?"

"I can feel that a smooth-talking tiefling monk is just his disguise. Under that red skin, there is another person, another skin hidden."

"Really? I feel the same way," Ivy nodded in agreement, "But to be honest, I have never been able to catch him. He does seem to be on our side, sincerely."

"Let's wait and see," Sylvia said noncommittally, "Just be vigilant and be careful of him 'spitting in your face and stabbing you in the back.'"

"Let me interject," Rurick said, "Miss Sylvia, a person cannot spit in front of you and stab you in the back at the same time, unless he can separate himself."

Sylvia: "..."

Obviously, although this dwarf can speak Common and has lived to a very old age, the dwarf's innate lack of humor prevents him from understanding some of the catchphrases and witticisms in Common.

"It seems we need to strengthen our defenses," Ron sighed as he looked at the ruined hall. "When Kalad comes back, let him dispatch a group of goblins to do extra patrols and guard work."

"At least two shifts are required," Drayford nodded seriously, "There are very few elites like me in the lair anymore, so we have to make up for it with numbers."

"Then two shifts."

Ron was originally planning to call three shifts of mobile workers, but although goblins can give birth, it will take at least eight years to reach adulthood. By then, the grass on Ron's grave will almost grow into a tree.

The two shifts will be used first, and then some young people who have migrated will be arranged to fill the vacancies in the third shift.

Fortunately, the goal of this group of assassins is very clear, they are coming for Ron and the six of them. Rurik just happened to attack Annie upstairs upstairs and Lavinia and Bunnie who were resting behind. I woke up after it happened.

The few people who knew they were not good at fighting carefully hid in the room and did not come out, thus reducing a lot of trouble.

The repair work of the trading post was handed over to the construction teams of Anne and Sulina, and the bodies of these assassins were not wasted. They were buried by Ron in the front yard and covered with tombstones. The epitaphs were unified as: poor murderers who overestimated their abilities, from Carolina.

On the one hand, this served as a warning, and on the other hand, it was a possible backup force - to pull up these dead people to help Ron resist their possible successors.

Victoria had a lot of opinions about this approach, but she finally compromised, on the condition that they had to be thrown out and buried normally after use, after all, the dead bodies that had been revived once could not be used again.

Ron actually even wanted to dissect them, but he had to give up this idea because he couldn't find a topic - and this caused opposition from almost everyone except Sylvia and Driver.

"Attack?!"

A few days later, when the second team led by Kalade came back unscathed and learned about this incident, they immediately asked for a meeting to deal with it.