Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 202 Arcane Advisor
It was definitely impossible to reseal it as it was, but fortunately, as a planeswalker who traveled between various planes all year round, Masalino had rich theoretical and practical experience, and he quickly re-locked the stone box in his own way.

"This is just a temporary solution," Masarino handed the stone box back to Ron. "I can't make the same seal as before, so no matter what you plan to do with it, you'd better do it as soon as possible."

"How long can it be preserved?" Ron asked half-jokingly, "You didn't embalm the body, so it can only be preserved for ten days?"

"Not really. I mean, compared to the hundreds of years it has been preserved here," said Masarino. "If the Lord has no plans to extend his life, it will be in time to dispose of it during his lifetime."

The old wizard glanced at Shadow Spirit and said, "Fortunately you are a human. If you were an elf, I would be really worried that you would forget this."

"We can just hand it over to that devil duke," Driver snorted, "then we don't have to worry about its preservation."

Yelena glanced at the goblin and said, "I advise you not to do this. She said that the more you find, the more rewards you will get. Would you rather have a bunch of useless bits and pieces? Or would you rather have a good magic item?"

"So it's the devil's commission?" Masarino was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head. "That's... reasonable. Purgatory is generally not vague about the affairs of the Abyss. But if your agreement is really as the shadow spirit girl said, the latter option is indeed better."

"You know, even in the most unlikely situation of violating a contract, the devil will choose to disgust the signatory as much as possible. I was fooled once before."

"I agreed to order a pair of magic defense wrist guards. I paid double the materials, but the profiteer only gave me one for my left arm. Although the effect is the same, I paid three times the cost."

"Not being greedy and only having a ring left is considered a devil with a conscience - tsk, these two words shouldn't be put together." Yelena was not surprised at all by this.

"That's impossible. When I signed the form, I specifically noted that I wanted a wrist guard."

"Speaking of this," Ron looked at the planeswalker who had changed into ill-fitting clothes curiously, "You should have had a lot of magical items on you, right? But when we found you, you only had a robe left."

"What about the other equipment?"

"It was used up," Marsalino was extremely depressed when talking about this, "I accepted a commission with a good reward. The employer wanted a double-sided gem mask of a cloud giant to enrich his collection."

"The good news is that I succeeded. I sneaked into the giant's castle while he was sleeping and stole the mask. But the bad news is that a reckless frost giant, a servant of the cloud giant, came back from 'taxing' the surrounding human towns and broke into the room where his master was taking a nap, waking up his self-proclaimed benevolent master."

"The cloud giant is almost the best spellcaster among the giants. I had to consume a lot of resources to barely find time to open a portal, but even so, the opponent still interfered with my spellcasting and distorted my destination."

"A powerful mage like you really shouldn't engage in such theft," Victoria stroked her forehead, "This is really incompatible with your status."

"I know, but..." The old wizard twisted his hands in embarrassment, "He gave too much, and I just need a large sum of money to support my research."

"Of course, I can also make a profit by helping people make magic items, doing alchemy or selling scrolls, but that's too slow. Nothing makes money faster than a dangerous adventure, right?" Ron folded the two gems in his hand and nodded in agreement.

But Marsarino's luck was really bad. Not only did he not make any money, but now he is left with only his underwear.

"If you're not in a hurry to go back, why don't you stay here for a while?" Ron invited. "Although Delusion Land is only a small place, I believe there will be something that interests you here."

"You are a very needed talent in many ways. I am willing to pay you as much as I can..."

"Deal!" Upon hearing the word "reward", Marsarino's eyes lit up. "Don't worry, I have a lot of experience as an arcane consultant, and I am sure I can handle this job!"

"As for the reward, you don't have to spend too much. If you have any unused magic items or artifacts from ancient ruins, just give me two gold coins. Gold coins are not important. Just give as you see fit!"

Looking at Massarino who suddenly dropped the hammer without knowing what was going on, Ron felt that he had been cheated by the old man, but he had no idea what had happened. His intuition told him that there must be something behind the other party's decision to be so straightforward.

"He needs money," Yelena whispered, "That's one thing. On the other hand, if a wandering wizard wants to explore and research in an owner's territory, there are usually only two ways:"

"One is to do it secretly, and you might be mistaken for a necromancer and thrown into a bounty mission. The other is to pay the lord money in exchange for the corresponding qualifications - and you're even paying him money."

Ron: "..."

He thought that there was something wrong with Mazarino's reaction!
But in fact, even if the other party really asked for a high price, Ron decided to satisfy the other party as much as possible - this was a wizard who could cast six-ring arcane spells, a scarce talent no matter where he was, and even more so for a newly built territory and a lord who was just beginning to learn magic.

This is not even a question of money. If you want to find a mentor who can teach magic, how many people have money but can't afford it! Ron fell from the sky!

Since they were going both ways, Ron and Marsalino immediately signed the employment contract in a warm atmosphere and packed up and set off early the next morning. However, before returning to the trading post, they still had to go somewhere else.

That was Hag Polly's hut - this despicable hag had deserted the battlefield and left them in front of an unkillable Death Knight!
“Polly!” A few days later, Sera kicked the wooden door of a small house in the swamp off its axis. “Get out of here, you coward!”

The room was quiet, with no human voice. Ron stretched out his fingers and touched the coffee table, which was already covered with a thin layer of dust.

"This guy actually predicted that we could come back alive, and she ran away!"

(End of this chapter)