Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 245 Second Visit

"In this way, even if the abyss wants to invade, it can only 'look for another treasure land'." A golden dragon stood beside Ron and Sylvia. After the two completed the seal, he reinforced it again with dragon magic.

The arcane consultant Marsalino, who had been missing for a few days, also appeared here and added another layer of insurance outside the seal of everyone.

"Sir Ron, I sincerely apologize to you again," the old wizard said guiltily, repeating the words he had repeated countless times in the past few days, "If I had known that your side was so dangerous, I would never have gone to another sealed place with him."

Yes, Masarino disappeared a few days ago because the Golden Dragon invited him to destroy another seal in order to take out the torso of Queen Falama. They thought this might be the most difficult part, but they didn't expect that Ron's side was the real danger.

If the two sides had switched their targets, Ron would not have needed to meet Ernest.

"The Golden Dragon and we are only in a cooperative relationship. It doesn't need to report anything to us," Sylvia looked at the old wizard with a slightly reproachful look, "but since you have become our advisor, you should report to us before taking any action, so that we can be prepared."

"If that great being hadn't intervened this time, things would have been irreversible!"

"Yes, I will learn from this lesson." Faced with the reproaches from the vampire who could possibly be his great-granddaughter, Marsarino had no way of refutation and could only humbly accept the criticism with a wry smile.

However, he was also curious about what Ron had gained from this "One Minute Tour of the Dead Realm": "Lord, I heard that you can now use weapons to assist in casting spells?"

"Just tricks. I can't reproduce the arcane spell of Disintegration and Law of Death that time," Ron took the cane handed to him by Sylvia and waved it casually. Arcs of electricity began to appear on the cane. "But what's interesting is that although I can't cast it, the complete spell is recorded in the preface of the weaving. When I can completely analyze its model, I will be able to use those powerful spells."

As he spoke, Ron showed his spellbook to Masarino. As expected, it contained two complex arcane spells that were extremely obscure even to planeswalkers, and they were written in the common language.

"This can also be considered as part of the God's gift," the Golden Dragon only glanced at it and then looked away, "The gift of knowledge is the most common kind of God's gift, but it is rare to directly copy the arcane into the spell book."

"But don't worry. There is a reason why Ernest is called the 'End of Law'. This god once possessed some arcane-related priesthood in the distant past. Even after the rise of the three goddesses, this part of power still remains with him."

“So the mysteries He grants are very reliable, and you can trust Him completely.”

"As far as I know, the magic goddesses in this world are in charge of 'laws', 'creation' and 'knowability', so what kind of authority does this Lawbreaker possess?" Ron remembered that Victoria had talked about this before, and asked immediately.

The golden dragon hesitated for a moment and shrugged. "Casting a spell is not necessarily a successful act. In the distant past, failure was the norm. Ernest is in charge of 'failure' and 'ineffectiveness'."

"It is said that this is an extension of his main duty. The failure of spellcasting is equivalent to the death of the spell, and He is the God of Death, so this is under His jurisdiction."

Jin Long did not shy away from discussing this aspect. After all, although his superior was a "weak god", he enjoyed a high status in most worlds. A god whose influence was limited to a single plane could not be compared with him. "Don't worry, it's not a bad thing to have a god watching you," the planeswalker patted Ron's shoulder in a friendly manner. "Look at me. I have actually lived for a long time beyond the lifespan of a mortal. Even if my goddess is not very satisfied with me, I can still travel through many worlds."

"And now you have at least been noticed by a devil duke and a god. Two powerful beings are serving you. How can this be considered a small blessing?"

"That's hard to say..." Ron curled his lips, but he had no ability to improve this point now. But he could start by changing himself and try to make himself more comfortable in the dangers he might encounter in the future.

Ron looked at the cane in his hand. Perhaps, as a spellcaster, it would be a good idea to learn some melee skills?

He has no shortage of people around him who can teach him.

"Left, right! Left, left!"

A month later, during this period of time, Ron appeared in the training ground of the trading post. As the leader here, he wanted to receive training and naturally received super-standard treatment. Specifically, the training intensity was several times higher than that of others.

"Snap!" Ron released the bowstring, and the ghost bone claw attached to it pressed accurately on the center of the bull's eye. A month of practice proved that Ron did have some talent in archery. Although he was still far from the level of old hunters like Driver, with the help of magic, he had done better than young men and women from Rose City like Constance and Carlos.

"Your ancestors probably had some nomadic genes, or were hunters," Ivy said as she sat in the rest area, directing Ron to shoot at the moving targets in the field again. "Do you really not remember your past?"

"Does the so-called 'bloodline inheritance' really work?" Ron wiped the sweat off his face after a round of fighting. For him, shooting arrows and casting magic at the same time is double to triple the amount of exercise compared to doing either alone. It is very difficult to sustain it. "If you insist on tracing the origins of our family, my ancestors stopped making a living by doing this a hundred or two hundred years ago."

"Who can be sure of this?" Ivy smiled. She looked up at the clock that the young men had brought from Rose City to the training ground. "It's almost time. Let's stop here for today's training."

"Just now, your 'Administrative Advisor' asked her secretary to report that there are foreign guests coming to visit. You'd better take some time to receive them during dinner. Although most of the affairs of the territory are now handed over to her, there are some things that cannot be done for her."

"Foreign guests? Foreign guests from where?" Ron put down the bow and arrow in his hand and asked in confusion, "And speaking of which, I don't remember approving our 'king of the fallen country' to recruit any secretaries."

"She only has one arm and one leg now. It would be too much for her to run around," the half-elf laughed mischievously. "As long as you don't plan to return her to Grand Duke Gracia, you can only use her like this for now."

"As for that visitor, he had been here once before. He was a short, antique-looking guy."

(End of this chapter)