Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 211 "Swoosh"

It can only be said that the reputation of the goblinoids is not very good. Even Ron, who has been with Driver for a long time, first reacted that the fault lies with the goblins or even Driver himself.

But when he arrived at the scene following Rurik's instructions, Ron was stunned: the goblin hunter was standing on a wine barrel, looking down at the militia captain Andre and attacking him with Zaun weapons, while the young man who was being attacked did not even dare to breathe, and stood at attention as if ready to be hit.

Behind the wine barrel at Driver's feet, two young goblins with bruised faces and noses were sitting on the ground, staring angrily at a middle-aged sturdy man behind Andre. The latter seemed to be still drunk and Ron smelled a strong stench of alcohol as soon as he approached.

"what 's wrong?"

"Ron, you're just in time!" Driver turned his head and immediately became more courageous when he saw Ron. The hunter jumped down from the barrel and dragged the two goblin cubs in front of Ron. "Look at what this drunk has done to them?!"

"Andre was just about to arrest them. Tell me, is this fair?"

"This...I made a mistake." Seeing Ron looking at him, Andre lowered his head quickly. He still had the decorative sword he bought in Rose City on his waist. "Sir, this is my problem. I made a wrong judgment because of my preconceived ideas."

"So you're going to arrest them both? They've been beaten so badly that their faces look like they're about to break out!" Driver yelled, "Andre, what are you thinking?!"

"Because Thompson claimed that the two kids broke into his house and stole his things..." Andre whispered guiltily. He didn't look at Driver, but explained what happened to Ron.

"Even if they really stole something, the beating they received can be considered a lesson." Ron's mouth twitched. Although the goblin's skin color made it difficult for him to judge the extent of the damage suffered by the two cubs, even if it was visible on the surface, the beating was definitely not light.

"That's right. This guy hung the two kids up and beat them with a whip for half the night!" Driver snorted. "That's what I thought at first, so I asked Andre to release them. There's no need to lock them up in the small dark room any longer."

"But guess what? When I asked again, I found out that the two of them didn't steal anything from him, and they didn't even enter his house!"

Ron's eyes narrowed. "You mean, this person is just picking on the goblins? Why? Discrimination, hatred?"

Goblins have always had a bad reputation.

"Neither of them," Andre said, so embarrassed that he wanted to dig a village out of it with his toes. "Thomson was just drunk."

"He is a coachman from a nearby village. Due to the heavy construction and transportation tasks recently, he has been drinking for many years. He drank too much again last night. On his way home, he lost his way and mistook a barn for his home. When he walked in, he saw the two of them -"

"He beat someone up just because of this?" Ron slapped his forehead, speechless, "And then you listened to a drunkard and wanted to punish them both?"

"It's like this," Andre blushed. "Please rest assured that I have understood the whole story. Even if you didn't come, I would have punished Thomson after Driver finished speaking - ten lashes, plus a fine of half a month's salary, which will be used to provide treatment for the two children and ensure that they will not be left with scars."

"By the way, I've decided to impose the same punishment on myself. I failed to fulfill my duties in this matter and almost made things worse. I have no shirking my responsibility for this." "It's good that you know it." Ron knew that they had established their own set of laws by following previous traditions and the laws of the southern city-states, and he had no intention of changing it - he was the lord, and these rules naturally had no control over him. As long as the residents had no objections, it would be fine.

"But I still have a question," Ron looked at the two goblin cubs, "Do you live in the barn? Why did this drunkard find you there?"

"You, you are Lord Ron?" A cub looked up and stared at Ron with wide eyes. "No, we don't live in the barn, although our mother was on duty here last week."

"But we did think about sneaking in!" another cub shouted. Goblins at this age probably haven't learned how to lie yet, so they blurt out all the lies. "But mom said this place is very important! If we go in to play, Lord Kalade will be unhappy, and Lord Ron will be unhappy too!"

"But you still couldn't help it, right?" Ron raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"No, no!" The cubs waved their hands quickly, "We didn't go near here last night. We were playing around the camp outside the village!"

"We have a scout there, and two militiamen are guarding it. It's very safe!"

Ron watched them gesticulating and finally realized that they were referring to the suspicious camp that Seymour had reported before. Since there had been no problems during this period of time, the guards there had gradually been withdrawn, and now there was only one goblin and two militiamen left.

But what does this have to do with the barn?
"We don't know either," the two cubs looked at each other, with even greater confusion in their big eyes, "We were just playing there, and then we thought there might be something in the barn, and then..."

"Swoosh!"

"Yes, with a 'whoosh', we suddenly appeared in a grain pile on a hill!" The cubs described what they saw in the barn. In fact, it was not the harvest season yet, and the stored grain was basically obtained through trading. The stored grain was not abundant, but the goblin cubs were small in size, so it looked like there was more grain.

"Suddenly appeared?" Ron thought for a moment. "How about this, Driver, you go find them. As for the two of you, come with me first and tell us about your experiences later."

"Before that, I'll take you to treat your injuries..."

Driver had a vague idea of ​​what was going on, so he moved quickly. Ron had just taken out the potion to heal the two cubs when several people in the team arrived at the lobby of the trading post.

"...Sounds like some kind of teleportation spell?" The two cubs told the people present about the "whoosh". After listening to their story, Sylvia held up her chin with her hand. "But general teleportation spells are directional. You need to set up portals or magic circles on both sides. How can you go wherever you want?"

"And these two little guys are definitely not highly skilled spellcasters. How could they trigger such a teleportation spell?"

(End of this chapter)