Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 281 There is nothing good in the Hailan Empire

Just half an hour later, the new Lord of Carolina gave a sad speech to all the civil servants and "citizens" of the city-state: the Cult of the Dragon (a cult that worships dragons and attempts to summon Tiamat) was revealed in a mine outside the city. Although the cult members failed to complete the ritual with the help of the Lord and the friendly envoys, several instructors and slaves were killed.

The friendly delegation immediately set off for home after the danger, and then the lord will temporarily transfer power to the civil officials in accordance with legal procedures, and he will personally hunt down those hateful cultists.

If she doesn't come back, it's nobody's fault.

Quest tearfully denounced the evil deeds of the Dragon Cult, and even the four members of Councillor Daniel who were listening were deeply moved. Then, when the "Lord Carolina" revealed his true identity in a secret conversation with them, the few people did not dare to delay for a moment and quickly set off to return to the land of delusion.

Ron had kidnapped the lord of a city-state and looted his mansion and the secret room. The trouble he had caused this time was not small.

But it's not that big.

Because just when everything was settled and Ron went to meet Karad who was breaking camp, he saw a slender and familiar figure standing among the goblins, helping these creatures who were not even as tall as her waist to clean up the camp.

Gillianis, the former chief wizard of the empire who woke up early, was stripped of her armor, but the preface of the weaving was still hovering around her. If she wanted to leave, with her strength, no one could stop her.

"Uh, you?" Ron turned his face away awkwardly and turned to Victoria. "I told you not to let her die, but isn't this a bit too fast to recover?"

Facing Ron, Victoria could only smile bitterly: "I didn't help her at all. She woke up on her own."

"As soon as we removed her shoulder armor, she woke up and broke free."

"It's a good idea, but it's still too difficult to deal with me." Gillianis also saw Ron. The elf flew lightly to his side with a faint smile on her face.

"Your research area is herbal medicine? You're pretty good. Even I can be fooled. But a being like me naturally has countless ways to protect myself, even if I lose consciousness."

"Not to mention that your friends tried to remove my equipment. The Sword Song Lion Armor and I have a mental connection. When it leaves my body, it will sound an alarm and automatically release a series of spells from low to high, such as protective toxins and advanced recovery spells, until I regain consciousness and take the initiative to cancel the alarm."

"I paid too much to escape the collapsed Hailan Empire. The Sword Song Lion Armor is the only remaining 'legacy' of my past self."

"Inheritance..." Ron's expression was strange. "I always find it strange for a living person to say this."

"If your race could live for 700 to 800 years, you wouldn't feel that way," Gillianis looked at the carriage prepared for Ron next to her, "Isn't it convenient to say some things here? Let's talk in the carriage?"

"If you are afraid that I will hurt you, you can bring someone else with you, but believe me, if I really want to kill you, you won't even see me a second time."

Although Gillianis said so, and Ron basically agreed with this statement, for the sake of safety, Ron still called Ivy. When the three of them entered the carriage, with a shout from Kalade outside, the entire army and the delegation set off on their way home. "Are you really going to go to the Delusion Land with us?" Ron rubbed his cheeks. Until now, he still suspected that he was dreaming, "When you are conscious and without any coercion?"

"You know, we are not as good as Carolina. We don't have that much funding for you."

"One of the uses of the funds is to go to various regions for investigation or to obtain experimental materials. Working in a fantasy land can save a lot of money." Gillianis put on the returned Sword and Lion Armor again. The lion head opened its mouth, and a wine bottle and three slender flute-shaped cups fell out. "Shirley?"

"Thank you." Ron took the wine glass and the elf filled it with mellow wine.

"Be careful, she might poison the wine. There's nothing good in the Hailan Empire." Ivy warned sourly, but even she couldn't resist the aroma of the wine, so she finally took the wine glass.

The main reason why she was so careless was that almost everyone in the world believed in one fact: if a powerful magician wanted to kill a half-elf who couldn't do magic and a human wizard who had lost his spellbook, there was no need to use such a despicable method as "poisoning the wine".

"Although I don't want to admit it, my attainments in this area are far inferior to this human," Gillianis smiled. "As for your statement that there are no good things in the Hailan Empire?"

"This bottle is a special wine provided by the Ryan royal family. I can only be given a bottle when I am awarded an honor. I can't bear to drink it on weekdays."

"Sherry wasn't invented by the Royal Family of Ryan..."

"But Ryan Shirley is," Gillianis shook the wine glass in her hand, "Now the elves have established a new kingdom, but if I may be frank, the drinks they produce are all (dwarf swear words) and (orc swear words)."

"I thought you were a racist who didn't bother to learn other languages ​​besides the Common Tongue."

"On the contrary, personally, I really like learning the languages ​​of other races (Human language). When I spoke their native languages ​​more fluently than they did, looking at their expressions, I knew that elves are undoubtedly the best race in all the worlds (Halfling language)."

Ron could barely accept the almost seamless language switching of the Archmage, but Ivy was completely dumbfounded. With her innate racial advantage, she was proficient in several languages, but she couldn't understand a single word of an extremely unpopular language like Halfling.

"I see," Ron sighed, "Then I have to wonder if it was a mistake to bring you to my territory - I accept residents of all races, even those who are not welcomed by the mainstream."

"I see, they are goblinoids," Gillianis didn't seem to mind, nor did she show any contempt or indifference. "This is a good thing. I can find suitable volunteers anytime and anywhere, and it can save a lot of money."

"As for communication, you don't need to worry. I have a lot of experience, and no one will know my true position."

The elf crossed one leg over the other. "But you are an exception, Ron. We are both researchers. When we work together, I hope you can know as much as possible. This will benefit both of us."

(End of this chapter)