Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 355 In-depth Investigation
Dragons, in most worlds, are synonymous with strength and power. They are inherently different from other life forms, and even their lifespans are not on the same level as the longest-lived humanoid creatures. Among the dragon race, the most famous groups are undoubtedly the chromatic dragons and metallic dragons - black dragons are of course among them.

Although the black dragon is often considered to be only slightly stronger than the white dragon among the five colored dragons, its hideous appearance, violent temper, and despicable character are unique. To tame and drive them is probably as difficult as taming a red dragon, which is almost impossible.

"Tiamat spent the most time creating the black dragon. I was also shocked by her results and gave her a lot of suggestions for changes, but sometimes some projects are not changed after they are completed." Even Fizzleburne did not have any good words for the black dragon in his dragon book. Fizzleburne evaluated the blue dragon and the green dragon as "a dragon that other than platinum is happy to become" and "the most 'dragon' dragon other than Tiamat" respectively. Among the colored dragons, only the white dragon's "intolerable and ignorant" made the platinum dragon god more disgusted.

And here, there was actually a living black dragon - even a baby dragon - at Ron's disposal? !
Aaron and others watched the black dragon, which had grown to a length of nearly six meters, slowly descending and landing behind Ron. When Ron stretched out his hand, the black dragon's skull-like head subconsciously moved forward. It was more like it took Ron's hand on its head rather than Ron putting it on its own head!
"This--" Even the most stubborn dwarf was shocked by this situation. Although this black dragon was obviously a juvenile, how could this mysterious lord make such a despicable dragon so obedient? Could it be that he was not a human, but an adult or even an old black dragon? !

The dwarf looked at his companions for advice, but received a negative answer: unless the four people's sacred perception had all failed, otherwise, Ron was definitely not a creature from the evil camp, even though he was surrounded by such a group of subordinates.

And it was a bit strange, when the four people let go of their perception, there was no doubt that the vampire and the goblin belonged to the same camp, but the black dragon unexpectedly did not react in a similar way. On the contrary, they even felt a faint breath of order from the dragon.

Black Dragon, Order? The four priests who came from the Molten Iron Citadel saw the shock in their companions' eyes.

"You can watch it as you like. The result is the same anyway," the young black dragon said in a rapid-fire manner in the common language. "If you want to sue us on the grounds of 'order' or something, go ahead. I believe in the Lord of the North Wind. Even if we take this matter to the Seventh Heaven, we are still right."

As it spoke, the black dragon raised one of its front paws, and the arcane energy formed a side-view portrait of a silver dragon head in front of it - a symbol commonly used by believers of Bahamut. As it moved, the scales on the black dragon's body also glowed with a layer of silver light.

When this symbol was accurately depicted by a black dragon and actually received a response, Aaron and others realized that they were destined not to fight to the death today.

"Can I ask you a question? How did you convert?" The chief judge, who was usually known in the church for his lack of facial expression, rarely smiled bitterly. "If I don't explain the reason, the archbishop will definitely not believe it."

"Do you really have to tell me?" Axuri's body trembled slightly. He really didn't want to recall the past - it was an indelible shadow of his childhood.

"He met a 'canary'," Ron sighed, "I believe you can imagine what happened based on the cause and effect."

"Of course."

No one would think that a druid could have such great power to bring a black dragon back on the right path, so the canary could only be a special kind of existence.

"Look, we don't really intend to be your enemy, and we don't have the position to do so," Ron spread his hands, "If I really wanted to do that, it would definitely not be the situation now."

"I understand," Aaron put the sword back into the scabbard, "but we serve the Order after all, and we are still obliged to report the affairs here to the Chief Judge and the Archbishop." "Miss Victoria's faith is still firm, the lord here is generous and kind, and the threat from the ground is not small, plus..." The Chief Judge glanced at the goblins and vampires, "There is a powerful evil force here, and it has reached a cooperative relationship with the lord."

"Don't you know what the consequences of this might be?" Sylvia narrowed her eyes. "Do you want us to risk being attacked by a group of you and let you go?"

"If we can't go back, the outcome will only continue to develop in the direction you said, vampire," Aaron snorted, "As for the consequences, we are soldiers. The ideas of the higher-ups are not within our consideration. We are only responsible for presenting the information we obtain in a complete and specific manner."

Raymond Aron certainly knew what consequences this might lead to, but his beliefs and duties would not allow him to conceal the truth from his superiors or lie to the parties involved.

"Old Lei, Old Lei, can you listen to me?" Seeing that the situation was about to become tense again, Perglen hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over. "You basically have no room for further advancement in this life, so you don't need to think about these things, but I do! I have been nominated as a bishop for seven consecutive years. Do you remember this?"

"Priest Perglen, now is not the time to smooth things over!" Aaron retorted sternly, "Are you planning to betray your creed?"

"What are you talking about!" The priestess put her hands on her hips and said, "Judge Aaron, if you insist on following the rules, then I will also object to you!"

"This is just the border of Lord Ron's territory. From the information we have obtained so far, they did not refuse us because of the desolation of the territory, and they did not show any active malice. Under such circumstances, the Lord Inquisitor is going to leave without conducting an in-depth investigation, so that the Archbishop cannot obtain more information here. Isn't this dereliction of duty!"

"Mr. Raymond Aron! I'm afraid it would be hard to justify this whether it's in a military court or a religious court!"

Perglen's words silenced Aaron. Taking this opportunity, the priestess looked at Ron and said, "My Lord, can I apply to stay here for a few days to conduct a more in-depth and comprehensive investigation, so as to thoroughly understand the serious situation you are facing and resolve the misunderstanding?"

"Pelgrand, I don't think this is necessary," the dwarf pulled his beard and said in a harsh voice, "If you don't want to fight, just go aside. We will fight them to the end! You just need to resurrect our corpses and - ow!"

The corner of Perglen's mouth twitched, and she kicked the dwarf hard on the butt. She leaned over and pulled up one of the dwarf's ears and twisted him to the side: "Are you stupid or something! They say there is resurrection because they really have it!"

"When we were working together just now, didn't you pay attention to my remaining spell slots? I can't cast Resurrection anymore!"

(End of this chapter)