Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 271: Falling Cup as a Number
"Just let him handle this kind of thing," Ivy patted Driver's head, causing the hunter to jump up and start a fight with her. "If you come forward directly, I'm afraid the situation will get out of control."

"That's right," Ron nodded. "Don't worry, the final revenge will definitely be left to you, but before that, please be patient."

"Yes, I'll listen to you." The wizard's eyes dimmed a little, but he didn't say much. He said goodbye and went back to the room to prepare.

Ron and the others showed considerable attention to this matter, but they were not nervous - although this was the opponent's home court, they had faced creatures that were several times more powerful than Henry Robertson, and a necromancer was not a challenge.

The sun sets in the west and rises in the east. When the blazing fireball slid toward the west again, the necromancer in formal attire slowly walked into Baka's restaurant.

Business in the restaurant seems to be particularly good today.

The old wizard straightened his dark purple satin wizard robe and walked straight to the reserved seat. When he passed the front desk, his old friend winked at him, and Henry knew that they were ready.

Twelve gangsters, ten zombies, and two more powerful zombie lords, this is the "big meal" he prepared for guests who may have malicious intentions. These fully armed and loyal thugs are enough to scare away any enemy who covets him but is not fully prepared.

The Necromancer looked past the diners. There were guests from many races who came to eat here today. He even saw a couple consisting of elves and humans. It seemed that the half-elf mixed race would have new members soon.

But none of this mattered. He looked towards his seat. Next to the dining table, a young lord had already taken his seat. Behind him stood the holy priest and an experienced half-elf warrior.

Sitting at the next table was the tiefling I had met before. He should be a bodyguard or something like that, no big deal - only the priest was a little more difficult to deal with. However, they also prepared living thugs, so I don't think she would cause any big trouble.

Oh, and there's a... goblin? What's that, his pet, or something?

Henry raised his eyebrows slightly but quickly restored the fake smile on his face: "Ah, respected lord! You came so early, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

"You are the elder, so it is only right for me to arrive first and wait for you," Ron stood up and smiled at the wizard in a friendly manner, "Please take a seat."

"As expected of the Fourteenth Book of the Dead, the taste is indeed beyond the reach of a country boy like me." After both parties sat down again, Ron looked at the tall and strong waiter and exclaimed, "When my territory is stabilized, I will also have to find some servants like him, so that they can do everything efficiently."

Of course, after all, they might have just twisted some unfortunate person's head off his neck two days ago.

The necromancer was complaining in his heart, but he asked a question that had puzzled him before, "Come to think of it, this seems to be your first time in Carolina, right? Why do you know my name, and are willing to come forward... to get me out of the Sheriff's Office?"

"I know the dean of Elden College. He mentioned you to me." Ron picked up the wine glass and smelled it. As if he didn't like the taste of the wine very much, he handed it to the goblin next to him. The goblin didn't hesitate and immediately sat on the chair next to him and started to feast on the wine and meat.

"That old Gu...senior?" Henry was flattered, but his doubts grew. "But I have also met him at an academic salon. Dean Elden sneered at me."

"Perhaps the dwarf with fading disease is not very good at expressing his emotions," Ron said casually, "He is very supportive of your research and said that you have obtained a priceless magic gem. In time, you will become a great man."

"I want to make friends with you and have some plans in this regard - I wonder if you are willing to let me join the research? The delusion is inextricably linked to the gem in your hand. If you are willing to give it to me -" "So this is what you were thinking!" The necromancer was furious, "I knew you had ulterior motives a long time ago. I thought you were just doing something as trivial as revenge for Sylvia, but you actually wanted to take advantage of my research!"

"I'm telling you - no way!"

Love costing him his life is actually a small matter?
Ron blinked: "You seem to have misunderstood. I didn't mean to..."

"Misunderstanding? This is related to my research, there can be no misunderstanding!" Henry Robertson sneered and clapped his hands three times. "Baka, let all the friends come out to meet the lord! He really liked your men just now!"

"Really?" A hearty laugh came from the front desk, and a commotion immediately broke out in the kitchen. In an instant, dozens of burly thugs and ferocious zombies rushed out and surrounded Ron's table. Baka, the boss here, walked over with a sharp knife in his hand, grinning and shaking with every step.

"In that case, Lord, why don't you come with me to the back to have a chat? Maybe if I'm happy, I'll give these guys to you?"

Having revealed his trump card, the necromancer stood up proudly and looked down at Ron, who was sitting motionless on the chair as if in a daze. "What do you think, Lord? If I'm guessing correctly, you plan to use these thugs to make me surrender and hand over the gem, right?"

"I wonder if you've ever thought about why I have to designate the restaurant myself? This is my territory!"

A zombie lord stared at Ron who was slowly getting up, revealing a mouth full of yellow and black rotten teeth.

"Get out of here!" Ivy drew her sword, but without heavy armor and tower shield, her momentum was still slightly inferior.

The holy emblem in Victoria's hand emitted a faint light, but several thugs immediately surrounded her. As long as she opened her mouth, she would inevitably be attacked by the crowd; as for Quest, it was even more "miserable". He was on the periphery and was pinned down on the table by several big men, unable to move.

But even in this situation where the situation was almost one-sided, Ron also applauded; "Not bad, not bad, Mr. Robertson, you really deserve your title, your mind is really meticulous, and you can think of everything in advance."

"Driverdo, is there any wine left?"

"Honestly, I'm quite surprised that you would make such a big fuss." Ron took the glass and raised it up, as if to toast the other party, "But I think I'm not bad either."

"Does that mean you only brought two beauties with you?" Henry laughed disdainfully.

"You mean... you don't really think that I would walk into a remote restaurant designated by someone else in a foreign country without any precautions, do you?"

The wine glass in Ron's hand suddenly fell to the floor tiles.

"Do it!"

(End of this chapter)