Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 209 The Excited Dwarf

The sudden appearance of the camp and the crazy escapees, although this matter seems strange in any way, but according to Seymour, nothing else has happened in the week since it appeared, so although this matter is important, it is not urgent.

"I suggest that we open the box first," said Masarino, the arcane consultant who had been silent until now. Now it was finally his turn to speak. "Come around. I will prepare some protective spells for you, just in case."

"Let me introduce you. This is the planeswalker Masarino," Ron said when Seymour gave him a puzzled look. "He helped us a lot in this expedition. He is in some trouble right now, so we temporarily hired him as our arcane consultant."

"This is Seymour, a drow who has come to the surface. I believe that a knowledgeable senior like you would not have any prejudice against his skin color, right?"

"No, no," Masarino stretched out his hand and shook hands with Seymour. "All the drow who can come to the surface are people with great determination and courage. I have great respect for every one of you."

"What's more, I once traveled with a drow for a period of time in my early years!"

After a brief greeting, as Mazarino prepared the last line of defense, Seymour found a crowbar and, using both arms, lifted up a piece of the board that nailed the wooden box.

There was no curse, no explosion, and no physical trap. Looking at the things inside, everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"It turned out to be a false alarm!" Driver said, leaping onto a stool and stirring the box with his hands. "Butter, bread, biscuits! It's just a box of food!"

"It should be some spare dry food," Constance also breathed a sigh of relief. "This result might not be bad, right?"

"Yes and no." Masarino stroked his beard, and with the help of Sera, he poured all the food in the wooden box onto the table. Then he held up the wooden box and carefully observed the walls and bottom of the box with the help of magic.

"My Lord, I think we need to go and take a look at the camp that the young drow brother mentioned."

"What's going on? Is there something under the box?" Ron came over, but the weaving foreword did not give the expected feedback - the identification results showed that it was just an ordinary wooden box.

"The box is not important," Masarino shook his head and put the wooden box back down. "This box is just an ordinary box used to store food. The problem is what was pressed under it."

"Something pressed down?" Seymour was stunned for a moment. "I've been to that location, and there's nothing under the box."

"Could it be that those young people were so careless that they lost the objects that were stored underneath?"

"I can't tell," Masarino thought for a moment, "but I don't think that's the case. Judging from the marks left on it, there should be a thick layer of separation between the item that left the magic glow on the box and the box. My personal guess is that it might be mud."

"That means the magic item should be buried under the wooden box."

"It seems that we are destined to work hard," Ivy said with a smile, "Shall we leave now, or should we eat first? I miss the kitchen of the trading post." "It's not that urgent," Masarino waved his hand and looked at Ron, "My lord, please let your militia continue to guard there. I infer that this is an important but not urgent matter for you. Compared to this, we all have more important matters to deal with."

"The magic items I carry with me have been used up and are in urgent need of replenishment. And you still have Miss Sylvia, and I believe there is still a lot for you to learn."

"Sharpening the knife does not delay the chopping of wood. Why not consider setting off again after you are fully prepared?"

"I agree with the old gentleman's point of view," Seymour said immediately, "Benefactor, although we can handle most of the affairs well even if you are not here, it is not a good thing for you to be away from home all the time. Your subjects and passing merchants still hope to see you in person occasionally - this will give them enough sense of security."

Ron admitted that what Seymour said made sense. Although his current territory was small, it was not appropriate to always have a monarch offline. Moreover, after running around for a long time, he really needed to calm down and enrich himself for a while.

In the following weeks, after patrolling various villages, Ron hardly went out again. Instead, he concentrated on studying the green dragon's spellbook, the insights given to him by Masalino, and the most labor-intensive, the thick stack of enchantment books.

Sylvia's life was more or less like this, but the old wizard was not idle. Apart from teaching the two of them every week, he spent most of his time running to the black dragon Exuri.

Yelena went with him once, and accompanied by Sera and others, she went to the nest left by the green dragon, picked up the corpse of the elf from their family, and buried it in the cemetery near the village.

According to her report, it seemed that Marsarino was planning a big project with Warlock Annie, but because he had not reached an agreement with Exuri on the details, there had been no progress for the time being.

As for the shadow spirit herself, she didn't look like she was going to leave. She said that this was not her will but the order of the Grand Duke. But Ron saw that she seemed quite happy and didn't seem to be reluctant at all.

Anyway, Carolina didn't come to ask for anyone, so as long as she didn't stab him in the back again, Ron would let her do what she wanted.

There was no problem on Quest's side. Due to the previous "publicity", many villagers had a good impression of these upright good people. Many shapeshifters even began to visit villages in their true form, and other villagers gradually got used to their true appearance after the initial shock.

But soon this trend faded away on its own, and the reason is not complicated - when people see deformed faces, they can't tell who is who at all. The deformed appearance is more recognizable and can also reduce communication costs.

In this peaceful territory, Ron had just finished his scheduled study and went downstairs to get himself a drink. However, before he could finish the drink, a sturdy dwarf rushed in.

"Sir Ron, you've got me so hard to find!" Rurik, the dwarf who was ignored because of his weird rules, was extremely excited at this moment, with a gleam in his deep brown eyes. "You must take a look at this report and approve it if possible!"

"Old Rurick's blacksmith shop is finally opening for business!"

(End of this chapter)