Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 268: Unexpected Savior

"I can swear to the three goddesses of magic that I had absolutely nothing to do with what happened last night!"

"Nothing like the night before last!"

"I've never done that before!"

In the Carolina Sheriff's Office, the "Fourteenth Book of the Dead" swore to the ceiling that he had never done anything like this.

But the Necromancer has always had a bad reputation, and the oath of a man like him who even uses phantoms to replace important activities is even less convincing.

"You said you had an alibi for that day. How do we know if you were an illusion that day?" The official sitting opposite Henry was obviously sure that there was something wrong with him. "Even if you didn't commit these two crimes, the murderer of the murderer who fled in broad daylight a month ago was witnessed by hundreds of people. Could it be that your undead creatures did it?"

"'Undead Command Ziplock', right?"

"You can't insult me ​​like this!" Henry Robertson slammed the table angrily, "I would never do this - I have never done anything like this!"

"Really? Then where did the bodies you used for experiments come from? We only found twelve documents for body donations in your home, and eight of them were suspected of being forged," the official snorted. "Mr. Henry, I have to regretfully inform you that you will have to stay here for the next half month."

The necromancer's pupils shrank suddenly: Stay here? Absolutely impossible!
His experiment wasn't over yet! Not to mention living there for half a month, even if he only lived there for a few days, the materials would probably rot. He had to go back and watch over it!

"Sir, I refuse to fulfill my obligations! Carolina law clearly states that spellcasters can refuse or postpone fulfilling their obligations under special circumstances!"

This is a law that applies to almost all city-states. Due to their special nature, spellcasters can refuse or postpone fulfilling their obligations if they have sufficient reasons. However, larger organizations such as kingdoms generally do not have such regulations: there are too many spellcasters, and if you don't do it, there are plenty of people who will do it.

"Article 67 of the third paragraph, yes." But even in Carolina, officials have the power to reject the magicians' request, "provided that you do not meet the requirements of this article when there is no war or no criminal suspicion."

"Now I have to regretfully ask you to stay here and hand over all the drawings and keys in your residence for us to check. Of course, you can choose to refuse, in which case I will have to report the matter to the Magic Committee and our Lord."

That was not a good choice. The civil officials could not care less about the change of lords, but the necromancers did not dare to underestimate the powerful spellcaster lord.

"Very good." Seeing Henry hand over a bunch of keys honestly, the official raised a contemptuous arc at the corner of his mouth. "Then please stay here for a while. Don't worry, we won't wrong you."

These spellcasters are probably a little crazy. They can easily solve the problem with money, but they just don't understand...

As the official was thinking this, he heard a knock on the door.

"Who? Come in."

A guard hurried in and whispered something in the commander's ear. The necromancer couldn't hear clearly, but could only hear the words "mission" and "lord". Could it be that the matter had really reached the lord? Henry couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Listening to his subordinate's report, the official's expression was displeased at first, and then turned cold. When the guard stood up straight, a smile broke out on his face: "Is it them? Please come in quickly!"

The person who came was Ron, followed by two people. The young woman in a white robe was Victoria, and the other tiefling was naturally Quest.

Although Victoria appears in military uniform most of the time, as a priest, even a priest of Heim, she naturally has a priest robe. Today, she wants to create an image of saving the world and the people, so the cold armor is not appropriate.

"My Lord, how come you have time to come here today?" The official greeted him with a smile.

"Last night, you and this respected lady came to my aid and saved people from the fire and water. The whole city was in an uproar! It is a blessing for the land of delusion and for our neighboring countries that a kind man like you has become a lord!"

As expected, just as his colleagues said, while they were shaking hands, the tiefling slipped a "small gift" into his arms without leaving any trace. Feeling the light yet heavy "little gift", the official smiled more cordially.

"Delusion Land was just a lawless place before. Now I am the lord and I still have a long way to go," Ron smiled implicitly. "I have heard that Carolina has a good security situation, so I also want to take this opportunity to learn a little."

This is not entirely false. As a slave-holding city-state, Carolina had many slave uprisings and defections, and the city would have collapsed long ago if the public security was poor. However, Ron did not want to learn from these "advanced experiences".

“No, no, it’s our honor to be able to give you advice, hahahaha—”

"However," the official glanced at Henry who was still sulking over there, "I just heard that you came here for something else?"

"That's right," Ron nodded and looked at the necromancer whose phantom he had seen once at the banquet. "This must be Mr. Robertson, right? Can you please give me some face? A wizard of Delon's prestige should not be here."

Henry looked up at Ron in astonishment, not understanding why this strange lord, whom he had never met before, would plead for him.

"I have also learned some basic arcane skills. People like us always have experiments of all sizes to do. If we stay out for too long, the losses will only increase further." Ron gave the other party a reassuring look and continued, "I think, instead of pursuing the responsibility, why not let Mr. Robertson better play his value and contribute to the development of the city-state?"

"That's right, that's right!" Robertson was overjoyed. How could this be some kind of lord? This was definitely his soulmate!

He has been in Carolina for decades, and no one has ever understood him so well!
"Sir, I am indeed conducting an experiment, and for various reasons I cannot do the embalming process. If it takes too long, there will definitely be problems!"

Ron smiled and nodded, and said patiently: "And once you succeed..."

"Yes, yes, yes. And once my experiment is successful, it will definitely bring huge benefits to the city-state and save us a lot of human resources!"

(End of this chapter)