Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 222: Traces of the Ghouls
In order to avoid debt, Rurik hid in a pub, but this did not prevent Ron and his friends from finding the miner at the entrance of the mine.

Then Ron understood why Rurick only needed to hire him.

"Lord?" The huge hill giant was leaning against the mine and dozing off. When he heard the footsteps approaching, he thought it was the dwarf who owed him money and refused to pay. The giant was about to get angry but he saw Sera beside Ron, and all his complaints disappeared in an instant.

"I... am not being lazy, I am just taking a break!" the Hill Giant said while gesturing. Although according to common culture, the employer's employer is not his employer, as a race with a special "class hierarchy" system, the Giants still gave Ron a considerable degree of respect.

But he didn't dare ask Ron for the money the dwarf owed.

"What did Rurik promise you?" Ron didn't want to be too polite. It was meaningless to talk about etiquette with the hill giants. Instead of wasting time on this, it would be more cost-effective to pay more for meat.

"Well, ten sheep and five horses, but he only gave me ten sheep." The hill giant counted on his fingers. Perhaps it was to take into account his limited arithmetic ability, but Rurik's reward was the largest number in "quinary" and "decimal".

"He also promised to give you horses?" Ivy sighed. "Rurick is really bold. The Land of Delusion is not a ranch. Even pack horses are not cheap."

"Fortunately, he didn't mention how many cows he would pay," Sylvia said, "otherwise we might as well go and kidnap Miss Bunny and Miss Lavinia."

"Halfling?" At this time, the hill giant's ears became more sensitive, and his salivary glands also developed rapidly.

Although goblins, like halflings, are part of the hill giants' dessert, he is reluctant to attack the goblins after seeing Driver's strength.

"No, no, no, there are no halflings," Ron interrupted him quickly, "but can we change the payment method? We don't need to pay with horses. After all, we need horses right now."

"Then five sheep! Mutton is delicious and tasty!" The hill giant was not very sensitive to numbers and quickly gave a condition as a replacement. In fact, as a giant who had been living in the mountains and forests for many years, he might have only recently eaten domestic sheep.

As for what horses taste like? Are they tastier than sheep? I don’t know and I don’t care.

"That's no problem. Give me two days to raise the money," Ron heaved a sigh of relief. "Now that the salary issue has been resolved, would it be convenient for you to take us to see where you mine?"

"Rurick told me about it, but I want to see it for myself."

"Mining?" The hill giant pulled back his saliva and reacted slightly. "You mean digging stones? Sure!"

Some parts of the mine had obviously been roughly expanded by the giants, and the dwarves had slightly reinforced the weak parts of the structure. Such crude means made this mine, which had been abandoned for many years, look like it could collapse at any time.

However, Ron felt that he should trust the combination of the dwarf and the giant: the dwarfs with a lot of experience would not let the mine be so fragile, and once it really collapsed, the giant would not be buried underneath.

"Here it is." When they reached the third floor, the giant led them into a newly opened tunnel. Inside was a huge pickaxe, and on the stone wall were many special ores exposed, just like the one that Rurik showed Ron that day.

"We agreed not to forge this and not forge that," Sera lifted the pickaxe, which was far beyond her body size, with great effort and sneered, "I don't see what's artistic about it. It's not as good as the axe I used before!" Her giant axe was now attached to the belt around the hill giant's waist, so it was very easy to compare.

"Maybe Fauvism?" Ivy shrugged helplessly when everyone looked at her. "Don't look at me. I don't know what it is. I heard about it from Constance. It is said to be a very trendy type of art."

"But until she left Rose City, this art was only widely accepted by orcs. Other nobles who claimed that they liked it were just following the trend."

"I don't think a blacksmith can master such advanced skills," Ron snorted. "It seems that we should find some work for our 'master' in the future."

After all, there are only zero times and countless times when it comes to breaking the bottom line. There is no such thing as "never again".

"Lord," just as Ron's team was talking bad about the dwarves behind their backs, the giant suddenly hesitated and spoke in a muffled voice, "Actually, I've been having some trouble digging stones recently. Can you help me?"

A hill giant actually asking for help? This is really new.

"The (giant language) here were all killed by you before, but I don't know why a lot of them have appeared recently," the giant scratched his head, "and now they are not very interested in my food, but have started to steal the stones I dug out."

"I found one once, and I killed one—right over there."

The giant pointed with his hand, and the remains of a zombie were piled haphazardly in a nearby corner. Most of its head had been bitten off. It was not ruled out that this was the result of the giant trying to taste the saltiness.

"Wow, you eat ghouls too?" Driver shouted in surprise, "Even the smell makes me want to vomit!"

Goblins might not be so particular about food, but they were not that unsatisfactory. Especially since Driver had been with Ron and the others for a long time, this kind of meat was completely excluded from his "edible" list.

"It's not tasty." The hill giant laughed.

"Ghouls can indeed resurrect their own kind, but I remember that all the ghouls here should have been exterminated by us, right?" Victoria frowned slightly, "Even that demon ghost was killed, how could this happen?"

"Maybe it's a fish that slipped through the net?" Sylvia thought for a moment, "We can't completely rule out this possibility. After all, there are no holy warriors among us, and we are not that sensitive to evil creatures."

"Sylvia, do you seriously think that we need a paladin?" Victoria looked at the vampire mage speechlessly, "Then his divine perception will definitely not fail!"

"Come on, I only have half of my bloodline. Can a paladin really be so sensitive?"

(End of this chapter)