Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 361 The Recovered Priest
The Delusion is further north than the City-State Alliance, so the snow here is naturally thicker than other places. A large number of deciduous plants have become bare, and the few evergreen trees in the forest are mostly weak and look like they will succumb to the heavy snow at any time. The only exception is probably the vegetation planted by the green dragon.

Ron was not in a good mood during this first winter. It was not because of the snow, but because the climate in Delusion Land was not as cold as that in his hometown.

But there are no insulated exterior walls, floor heating, heating or air conditioning here!
It was hard to imagine that he, a lord who nominally came from a refugee family, had become the most pampered one! Even Evander, the most pampered of his colleagues, was more resistant to cold than him!

"Sir, just tell me, which family are you from?" The young man from Yungang came over mischievously. He was already quite familiar with the place, so he squatted in front of the stove and took the firewood from Ron's hand. "Don't try to fool me with that 'falling from the sky' rhetoric. You may fool Driver and Kalade, but I won't believe it."

"You must be from a family in the south, right? I heard it's very warm there, so it's understandable that you haven't experienced such cold weather. But I heard from the merchants that it snowed heavily there this year."

"You'd better believe me." What else could Ron say in the face of Evander's attempts to get close to him for who knows how many times? Fortunately, he was the boss now, so what he said was what he meant.

The office door was knocked three times, and Ron invited her in. The moon elf with pointed ears, long white hair, and lake blue eyes came in. Gillianis had changed into a warm fur coat, and the Swordsong Lion Armor was still on her right arm. There was a layer of light snow on the lion armor, which fell off as she moved.

"You are here," Gillianis walked in. Ron noticed that she was different today: the elven wizard also wore a set of armor on her legs, and her torso seemed to be several times larger than usual. For humans, this might not be a striking change, but it was very obvious on the relatively slender elves. "Although it's cold outside, you, as a lord, can't just stay in the house and warm yourself by the fire, right?"

"No way, didn't I go to your research institute as a guinea pig yesterday?" Ron stood up and patted his clothes. The temperature of the remaining flames on them was so warm. "It's winter now and there's no official business to deal with. It's the lord's job to stay in the house."

Speaking of this, Ron really likes the pace of life in this world. Although he has no free time during the autumn harvest, the reward is a winter of comfort - in the ice and snow, all agricultural, animal husbandry, civil engineering and other work have to be postponed, and even the progress at the mine has slowed down.

Ron was not a capitalist, nor a landlord or even a slave owner. It was enough for these industries to meet basic needs and orders. As for additional production, he was too lazy to arrange it.

Anyway, with the current weather, even the traveling merchants mostly don’t go out, so the stockpiled supplies are just piled up.

"You last visited my institute a week ago," Gillianis said with a twitch in her mouth, "I came here today to check your physical condition."

Ron thought about it carefully and then remembered the real timeline. He obediently rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his right arm. At the bend of his arm, a dark jade reflected a warm luster under the light of the fire.

This was one of Gillianis's most important research results. As the former chief of the Hailan Empire, even under such delusionally tight conditions, she still replicated the results of her peak period and even made certain improvements - although she herself called this a compromise.

"There's no rejection. It looks like I'm on the right track," Gillianis carefully examined the jade inlaid on Ron's arm and then confirmed Ron's overall condition. "Individuals with arcane talent are more likely to accept the surgery than those without it, and the side effects are smaller or even non-existent." "It's not ruled out that it's a difficulty issue," Ron thought of the sickle he encountered in Carolina. "It's much more difficult to enable the latter to cast spells - even the simplest tricks - than to enable a wizard to fight in close combat. After all, zero to one and one to two are two levels of difficulty."

"That's your judgment as an amateur in this area," Gillianis rolled her eyes at Ron, "It's not easy to achieve martial arts that can rival a spellcaster."

"Have you ever practiced with Sera and the others? Do you really think that a spellcaster would have enough of an advantage?"

Ron couldn't refute it. It was difficult for a spellcaster to fight a powerful warrior without adequate preparation - especially when the warrior could advance ten meters in a few seconds and swing the giant sword like a door panel several times in a row. The slightest negligence could lead to him going straight to the end of the spell. Ron had experienced this many times in his daily training.

However, these days, Sera has been shouting that this kind of sparring is meaningless, so she simply chose to go into the woods and force wild animals and monsters to show their teeth. Since this chief has dealt with more terrifying prey in the north, Ron did not bother to send people to protect her. I wonder what she has gained in these days.

Ron decided to change the subject: "Come to think of it, why are you wearing this today? You don't need armor in the institute, do you?"

"Except for your work, other work is difficult to carry out," Gillianis shrugged. "In this temperature, even the constant temperature array can't last long, and it's hard to get accurate data - especially for the research on those red molds. They become abnormally slow in low temperatures. I don't want you to misjudge their nature due to the omissions in the experiment."

The Elf Master snorted: "I don't need to publish a paper or defend it now."

"As for this armor, I have enchanted it so it can effectively maintain my body temperature." Gillianis knocked on her chest, and a cold and hard echo immediately rang out from it. "I'm almost sick of memorizing spells like belly-warming fire these days. I might as well solve the problem once and for all."

Looking at Gillianis's equipment, Ron was also a little tempted, wondering if he should get one too. With his current level of enchantment, it would not be difficult to make a similar set. But before he could put it into practice, the door that Gillianis had just closed was kicked open, and a figure rushed in like a whirlwind with icy cold air, extinguishing the warmth that had finally come to the room.

"Ron! Look what I picked up!" Thrat's uniquely loud voice made the eardrums of the three people in the room hurt. The barbarian dropped the heavy object on his shoulder to the ground and exhaled three streams of white air from his nose and mouth. "Come and see, do you remember who she is?"

Ron looked at the ground where Sera pointed. The person was a female human in her thirties. She was only wearing a thin bishop's robe, and her exposed body parts were covered with severe frostbite. When Ron turned her over, his eyes widened immediately; "Isn't this the priest Perglan? How did she become like this!"

"Quick! Go get Victoria over here!"

(End of this chapter)