Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 262: The Harmful Tincture

In fact, it was just as Ron expected. When Ron and his companions showed up at the welcome party in Carolina a month later, Daniel and Leah were indeed among the guests, and the couple was walking towards him quickly.

The only difference is that the latter is in high spirits, while the former is filled with grief and indignation.

"Ron!" Without waiting for his wife to speak, Daniel grabbed Ron's shoulders and pulled him aside. The middle-aged man seemed to be more haggard, but the light in his eyes was brighter.

Looking around to see that there was no one around, Daniel lowered his voice and roared in Ron's ear: "What kind of tincture did you give Leah? Do you know that your alchemical potion is harmful to people?!"

"Let me ask myself, I have never provoked you, right? How could you hurt me like this?!"

Although Ron had guessed it, he pretended to be confused: "Uncle Daniel, where do you get that from? I am also thinking about your marital happiness, how can I harm you?"

"You kid!" Daniel's face twitched. After not seeing him for such a long time, his eye sockets seemed to have deepened. "Do you know that your Aunt Liya used to require two doses a day? It's been less than a week since you delivered this potion, and I have at least doubled my workload!"

"Luckily you still have some conscience. If it weren't for your visit to Carolina, I would have died young!"

As he spoke, Daniel looked at his cute, gentle and virtuous wife with lingering fear. In Ron's eyes, Leah was full of joy; but in Daniel's eyes, he could faintly see a hint of darkness hidden between her brows.

These days he had been using the long journey as an excuse to reduce his "share" to half of what it used to be, but when he arrived in Carolina today, Daniel guessed that he was doomed.

"Uncle Daniel, your words are too serious. How could you..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Daniel glared at Ron fiercely and put a hand on Ron's chest. "Do you have any more alchemy potion? I'll give you ten gold coins. Give them all to me, quickly!"

Ten gold coins? Not even enough to cover the cost of the materials!
But Ron still obediently took out a paper box from his backpack and handed it to Daniel: "Uncle Daniel, there are twelve bottles in here, each bottle is enough for about two weeks. If you use it sparingly, it can last about half a year--"

"Use it sparingly?" Daniel laughed twice. "I'm not using it for myself. I'm doing this to prevent future troubles!"

"The level of Fernando's is not good enough. I will sell all this to him. I will definitely make a lot of money from him!"

"Is that so?" Ron suddenly realized, and immediately expressed his regret to Daniel, "That's a pity. I was going to give you this as a gift, but the Fernando family and I don't get along, so I think I'd better forget it..."

"Free gift? What's the free gift?" Daniel immediately reached into Ron's backpack when he heard there was a free gift. Ron didn't mean to stop him and let him take out a small green bottle. "Is this it? What is this?"

"The tincture that restores physical strength can be used to make up for the loss caused by the previous potion," Ron shrugged. "I was originally going to give them all to you, but since those potions are going to be traded, I can only give you this one."

Ron looked up at the ceiling and counted with his fingers: "As for the others, let me think...how about pricing them at 100 gold coins each?"

"...You kid knows alchemy." Daniel rolled his eyes to the sky.

"I dare not." "Alright," Daniel threw a bag of coins into Ron's bag and took both potions away. "Give me one night. If it works, I'll come back to you."

"If it doesn't work, you probably won't see me tomorrow morning."

After Daniel left in a hurry, Leah also chatted with Ron. Compared to her husband, the longbowman was very gentle to Ron. However, after expressing some elders' concern for the younger generation, Leah suddenly snorted:
"Ron, you didn't come to Carolina for some 'peace and friendship' nonsense, did you?"

"What are you talking about?" Ron was very surprised. "The feud between Carolina and me was all caused by the instigation of that villain Mindatis. Now he is dead and the conspiracy has been destroyed. We are neighbors, so we should at least -"

"You can fool those fat-headed slave owners with these words, but don't fool yourself," Leah shook the wine glass in her hand and glanced at the guests at the banquet, "Are you really that kind-hearted?"

"I noticed that you were paying attention to that bald wizard just now. You came here for him, right?"

Ron blinked. "Is it that obvious?"

"Nothing that happens within a few hundred meters can escape my eyes," Leah retracted her gaze, "Just because others don't notice it doesn't mean I won't notice it either."

"But I really don't have any other intentions."

"It's up to you." Leah, who had not gotten any words out of the conversation, immediately lost interest and turned away. "Anyway, just call us if you have any problems. As long as it's not too serious, we can help."

"Thank you, and thank you Uncle Daniel." Ron said this sincerely.

"Don't thank us. Ivy is still with you," Leah waved her hand casually, "But there is one thing I want to remind you of: the necromancer who appeared is not his real body. The surrounding environment, his interactions and his identity are obviously inconsistent."

"what?!"

Ron was shocked. He had just observed Henry Robertson for a long time, but he didn't find any trace of illusion!

"Don't rely too much on magic. If magic can solve all problems, there would be no need for people like me, right?" After reminding Ron, Leah left him and went to talk to her daughter.

As for the other two Rose Council members who received the letter, Hendricks and Old Faber did not take the time to come, but they also sent people who could represent them. The person sent by Old Faber was naturally Carlos's eldest brother. The two brothers had not seen each other for several months. If they were concerned about the occasion, they were going to get drunk.

The spice merchant sent an old halfling butler. According to Constance, this butler Thred was a great contributor to Hendricks's success. Although he is now basically just living at home, he can still represent Hendricks' will on various important occasions.

But for some reason, Ron always seemed to smell a familiar scent on Butler Strider whenever he got close to him.

Old man's smell? Perfume? Or the smell left by soap? After a brief hesitation, Ron gave up trying to trace the origin of this halfling. Hendricks undoubtedly had some secrets, but he needed this ally, and the spice merchants were mainly active in Rose City, so even if there was any problem, it had nothing to do with him.

(End of this chapter)