Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 269 Everyone has their own plans
You have never said this before...

The officials were deeply critical of the necromancer's words, but Ron had already given the money. As the saying goes, taking money from people is to help them get rid of disasters, so he had no reason to stop it.

If the lord of the delusion land wants someone, then give it to him.

"In that case, we will not pursue the case for now," the official said with a serious face, "but after your experiment is over, we will consult you about these two cases. If you find any problems, you will still have to obey the laws of the city-state."

This kind of rhetoric is like "borrow two pieces of paper to go to the toilet". You will definitely borrow it, but you will definitely not return the papers.

"Of course, of course!" The Necromancer felt as if he had been pardoned. He thanked the official and Ron profusely, and walked out of this "cruel" police station with Ron and the other two.

"Mr. Robertson, would you be willing to have a drink with me?" Ron seemed to have a smile on his face all the time. "I heard there's a nice restaurant on the corner over there, maybe we can..."

"My Lord, just call me Henry. I appreciate your kindness, but as I just said..." The necromancer looked embarrassed. "My experiment is indeed not completed yet, and I don't know what those ordinary people will look for. I have to go back quickly."

"Well, can you give me an address? I'll finish this stage of the experiment in a few days and thank you for your kindness - the restaurant on the corner here is just a name in name only. I know where I can get the best food in Carolina. I guarantee you will be satisfied!"

"Is that so..." Ron looked a little disappointed, but he understood completely. "Then you go ahead and do your work. For people like us, experiments are more important than anything else, right?"

"Then I will wait for your good news?"

"Old man, I'll leave first," Henry Robertson bowed and sighed as he stood up. "I don't have any useful apprentices now, and the slaves are stupid and lazy."

"It would be great if that child Sylvia was with me."

"Sylvia?"

Ron stretched out his hand to stop him, but it was too late. Victoria couldn't help but blurt out, "You are... you are probably quite strict with your apprentice, right? I never knew that a necromancer who lives with the undead would miss the living."

"Sylvia can't be considered a living person. She is a dhampir, half dead," the necromancer seemed not to notice anything and explained slowly, "As for the harshness... Although it may cause them to be injured or even lose their lives, believe me, this is a necessary sacrifice - it is better than dying at the hands of undead creatures."

"And Sylvia is a very good candidate. She always perfectly completes every task I assign to her, even those that are too difficult."

"But unfortunately, she may have misunderstood my efforts and left secretly not long ago. I tried to hire someone to invite her back, but..." Henry shook his head sadly.

"Is the one you invited called Bakoyannis?"

"That girl! Could it be that the Lord has seen my useless apprentice?"

"Unfortunately, I only met the one who 'invited' her to go back," Ron shrugged, "I heard that she escaped to my place, but I don't have any relevant clues. I'm very delusional, you know."

"Of course, of course. I understand." The necromancer turned away. "Then, let me take my leave, sir."

"Please stay in Carolina for a while."

Looking at Henry's receding back, Ron put away the smile on his face: "I know you have a good relationship with Sylvia, but you shouldn't have interrupted just now, Victoria." "Yes, I know," Pastor Heim lowered his head regretfully, "I just... feel a little unwilling."

"He treated Sylvia so badly, and he still had the nerve to talk about her?!"

"I suspect he's testing us," Ron snorted, "But that's okay, the street isn't really a good place to kill him."

"He's going to find a restaurant himself, isn't he? Let's just let him do it."

"Let's go. We have to inform Uncle Daniel and the others and let them 'move around' as well."

Quest's tail swung and finally wrapped around his ankles: "Lord Ron, do you think what he said is true?"

"Do you want to believe it?" Ron asked.

"Except for the land you promised to give us to live on, I have never trusted anyone," Quest laughed sleekly, "I just think this guy doesn't look that bad. If possible, can we try to bring him to our side?"

"A necromancer?" Ron shook his head. "I don't want murders to happen every now and then. And Quest, you forgot something."

"Although I was the one who was plotting, it was Sylvia who wanted revenge - if my companions have such needs, I will try my best to satisfy them."

"But is it worth it? You have helped Henry a lot, and he will definitely help you wholeheartedly. As for the vampire, you are her savior. As long as you say you want to spare her life - even let her continue to help the necromancer, she will agree, right?"

"Quest, are you crazy?!" Victoria scolded.

"I am only stating the possibility of this situation." Quest glanced at the priest coldly.

"Of course, she will, I have no doubt about that," Ron said, almost without thinking, "but this won't happen because I don't think it can."

"From a rational point of view: Henry Robertson is right about one thing. Sylvia is talented and capable. In just half a year, she has almost caught up with her teacher. From the intelligence we have collected, Henry may not make any further progress in his lifetime, so Sylvia is obviously more valuable. From an emotional point of view, Sylvia is our companion."

"I guess you followed your instincts, after all you said a lot before." Quest no longer insisted. He was just giving a suggestion. After all, there was no shortage of spellcasters in the Delusion Land for the time being, and Marsalino alone could replace several.

"Why can't it be both?" Ron pulled away and waved at the two of them, "Come on, let's go check on the situation at Seymour's place."

At almost the same time, the Necromancer who left alone also put away that fake smile that made him feel sick, and his face became gloomy.

They knew Sylvia, no doubt about it. And they also knew Bakoyannis with the "dark circles under his eyes", so they definitely didn't come to me just to chat.

What do these guys who came here with delusions want to do? First they want to help him out, and then they want to treat him to a meal? Are they trying to recruit him?

Or to put it a little darker: That little bitch wanted to use them to take revenge on herself?
The Necromancer rubbed his hands excitedly and let out a hoarse laugh.

It would be better for them to be the first type, otherwise, they will know why sometimes, living is more terrifying than death!
(End of this chapter)