Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 229 Tyr Paladin

"Demon..." The Devil felt choking in his chest and almost passed out.

One thousand is one thousand! If the hostess thinks this price is unreasonable, let her decide for herself. She must leave before noon, otherwise she will be angry and die here sooner or later!

"I will bring back a few samples of the Deep Silver Ore and come back to sign the contract next month," the Lust Demon gathered up the scattered pieces of Deep Silver Ore on the ground and summoned a teleportation array under his feet. "Human, you'd better pray to that bald guy day and night that the Grand Duke will not bring down the wrath of thunder!"

"So, what should we do with these on the ground?" Ron kicked the "gold coins" scattered on the ground.

"up to you!"

The figure of the lust demon disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving behind only a pool of pure gold lead and the crowd staring at each other.

"Benefactor," Sylvia gave Ron a thumbs up, "I've heard of people who can conquer lust demons and succubi in bed, but I've never heard of anyone who can drive a demon away with their words! Just for this, you can give yourself a title and a name!"

"'Abstinence'? 'Devil's Bane'?" Ivy joked, picking up a few gold coins from the ground. "I picked up a few as souvenirs and asked someone to send them back home. By the way, did that Mordenkainen tell me if there was a curse on these gold coins? Can ordinary people wear them?"

"It's made of lead, how good can it be?" Ron looked at the half-elf helplessly. "But you can ask someone to take all of these back and mount them on the wall to make a separate secret reception room - a thin layer of lead can block a lot of detection magic."

"Then we might as well keep it for ourselves," the half-elf thought, "It would be too tacky to have a room full of gold coins in Night Breeze's decorating style."

"Let's wait until Masarino finishes building the new Green Swamp Town," Ron nodded. "Exure will definitely like this style."

"How long do you think it will take him to pick all the gold coins off the wall?" Driver looked at the gold coins on the ground, which could only be used as decorations, with some reluctance. "I also like this style..."

"You'd better save your energy," Victoria turned the hammer and hit Driver's big head with the handle. "Goblins don't live long to begin with. They are blessed by nature with great difficulty. Do you really want to end your life so early?"

Even she knew that this kind of room could not be lived in for a long time, let alone a real dragon.

After dealing with the demons that were stealing minerals underground, the zombies that were plaguing the hill giants naturally disappeared as well. Ron and his friends paid the giants as agreed, and at the same time dragged back Rurik who was hiding from his debts.

Faced with the mountain of iron evidence (the iron pickaxe), the blacksmith who once declared that he would never forge any blacksmithing metal had no choice but to put aside his status and honestly start forging Yuan silver.

As for the craftsman from the Shapeshifter side, Ron was not going to bother him for the time being. From Quest's report after they came back, their own village was still under construction, and taking him away at this time would greatly affect the progress.

Although the shapeshifters have been recognized by the vast majority of residents in Ron's territory, everyone still keeps their distance when it comes to working in their settlements - trust is one thing, and feeding your biological and sociological life into someone else's mouth is another.

Maybe these shapeshifters are good people and won't swallow it voluntarily - but what if they swallow it subconsciously? The secret of maintaining peace among multiple races is to avoid doing things that are not in the same field as you can. "We know this ourselves," Quest, the shapeshifter monk, the outlier among the outliers, smiled and drank a sip of light beer when talking about this, "so even if we go to other villages to work, we are willing to be supervised by everyone - as long as it's not like watching a circus."

"Everywhere in the territory is very busy right now, so the conflicts won't be too intense or frequent," Ron returned to the trading post and sat opposite Quest. He used a fork to pick up a piece of roasted venison and quickly scanned the reports from the heads of the villages over the past few days. "If you can make everyone feel no ill will towards you during this period of time, even if things gradually stabilize in the future, there won't be too many problems."

Ron's use of knife and fork was basically a variation of chopsticks, and Sera and Driver couldn't even catch up with him. But after all, he was also a lord, so Ron wanted to take the opportunity to learn the orthodox use of the knife and fork from the "lords of Rose City" here, but Constance and Carlos were not very enthusiastic about it.

"Tsk, I always feel that it's not right to hold the fork like this." Ron laughed as he looked at the piece of meat on the fork.

"Did you eat it? Just eat it." Ivy, who was sitting at the same table with them, put down the cutlery and wiped the corners of her mouth. "You are the lord, everything you do is in accordance with the rules of the nobility, no matter where you are."

"As for the complicated etiquette that Constance learned, it was just a standard tailored to 'fit in' with upper-class society. Why would you learn it when you're already in it?"

"What you say and what you do are different," Ron laughed. "What about you? Did you learn these just to fit in with the upper class?"

"Remember, I am half elf. I was born with this."

Ron: "...You're almost there."

"It actually varies from person to person," Quest carefully packed up the remaining fruits and vegetables in front of him and prepared to take them away. "Based on my experience as a spy for many lords, there are usually two types of lords who really need this kind of social etiquette."

"One is those who inherited power from their family. They must always show the rules to establish their status because they don't actually have the talent they deserve. The other is those who are supported by other forces. They must follow other people's rules to show their loyalty in order to keep the wealth that doesn't belong to them."

"You don't have these burdens, so you don't have to worry about it. If you have diplomatic affairs with other kingdoms or even empires in the future, we will give you corresponding training in advance, and you will definitely not embarrass yourself in front of them."

"Hmm..." Ron was just chatting, otherwise he wouldn't be doing three things at the table. At this moment, he turned over a page of the report and saw something new. "'Apply to build a shrine to worship Tyr'? What does this mean?"

"What do you mean?" Quest was stunned for a moment. "Tyr is the god of justice, although there are not many believers in this area."

"You don't think this is a mockery of your injustice, do you? We can reject this request..."

"You're crazy," Ron rolled his eyes at Quest, "I don't believe in the gods of the Order Realm. If they want to build it, then just build it. What I'm curious about is the person who applied for it:"

"Andre, the Paladin of Tyr, has the same name as our militia captain."

(End of this chapter)