Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 383 Aerial Performance
Roaring along with the devil, a dying flame gradually died out. This magical flame would not spread automatically, but it almost burned down the stairs and a corridor.

Ron walked behind Ivy and Constance. The two half-elf sisters were still venting their anger at the devil's body, but in the eyes of several spellcasters, the body on the ground was meaningless except for a sandbag.

But Ron was not worried. He also found people on the other side. With such a big commotion, this devil would definitely not have a good life.

"Maybe hell is not as good as heaven, but they can still perform their duties." Seeing Ivy finally vent her dissatisfaction and sitting down against the wall panting, Ron took out a handkerchief like a magic trick (actually it was a magic trick) and handed it to the half-elf warrior, "Don't worry, this is just the beginning, we will make them all pay the price."

"——I said, have you recorded everything?"

Ron turned around and saw the priest of the Molten Iron Barrier who had been the first to speak out raised his hand: "Sir, everything has been recorded clearly, with video and audio!"

"I never thought that Bishop Patrick was actually an undercover agent of Purgatory. Even the archbishop and others were deceived!" The priest touched his nose, feeling indescribable.

Although the Molten Iron Barrier is more focused on the stability of order, the order of Purgatory is obviously unacceptable to most people. The cult was actually led to this evil path, and there will definitely be a bloody storm in the days to come.

The priest suddenly thought of something. He was shocked and pleaded, "My Lord, since the main culprit has been killed, my comrades and I have surrendered. Can you..."

He pointed out the window. The battle in the manor had been resolved, but outside there was still a large baby dragon hovering over the city!
At first, the citizens of Rose City who saw Exuri hid themselves behind closed doors, and some who were locked in the streets even blindfolded themselves and waited for death. However, after a few hours, everyone discovered that the black dragon seemed to have no intention of attacking at all!
The damage caused to the city by the priests and Rose City Guards due to the missed projectiles, ammunition and magic was even greater than that of the dragon in the sky!
So everyone ignored the dissuasion and went to the streets to observe the baby dragon closely. After all, most of them were just ordinary citizens. Although the bards in the tavern often described it vividly and the dragon-born neighbors were also nearby, it was still rare to see a real living dragon.

"()Hi guys!"

The people below were six parts curious about the black dragon and four parts fearful, but Aikthuri was extremely excited. Looking at these mortals who were completely different from the residents of New Green Swamp Town, the young black dragon was having fun, constantly performing various difficult performances in mid-air in coordination with the incoming attacks, interspersed with greetings that sounded more like roars to ordinary people, attracting more and more people to gather below to visit.

If it were an ordinary adult black dragon, it would have probably spit out a strong acid breath, earning itself a bad reputation as being able to stop babies from crying at night; but the young dragon, influenced by the Lord of the North Wind's teachings, only wanted to complete the task assigned by Ron, and then...

"Is dinner ready?!"

Once again, Exuri dodged a shot of acid arrows flying from below. It stretched its body and wings and climbed back to a height out of range, where a bronze statue of a heron that had just flown out of Hendricks's manor was waiting for him.

Sylvia took over the vampire's castle, but did not live there. She only chose this statue to carry the treasures with her as a messenger. The heron statue, which had been activated long enough, was now able to repeat sentences fluently and was not so noisy.

The several-meter-long body of the black dragon quickly turned into a gust of black wind and disappeared in the sky above Rose City, disappearing from everyone's sight. When he reappeared, he had turned into a black dragon again, and ran into the living room of Hendricks's house in a panic. "Where's the meal? I'm starving!"

"Don't worry, you'll have something to eat!" Ivy, who had calmed down, walked over with a smile and punched the "Dragonborn" on the shoulder. "But my parents have just been rescued. There has been no one in the tavern for a long time. We need to prepare everything again. You should wait a while."

Aiksuri said "Oh", and then sank into the sofa in the living room with great anticipation: "Then I'll wait here. You don't know, this trip has exhausted me!"

“Who is this…” The priest looked at this person, or rather this black dragon, with some doubt. The cult never said that black dragons also like to become dragonborn?
"This is our friend, the Dragonborn," Ron coughed and reminded the priest, "The reason why so many evil creatures appeared in Rose City is entirely a conspiracy of the devil."

"So that's it!" The priest "suddenly realized" and quickly added a few more words to the memorandum as evidence, "The Lord of Delusion Land has put aside the past grudges and even helped us and the people of Rose City eliminate these threats. Our gratitude is really beyond words!"

"...quite clever." The widow in black dress (the foul moth) and the old country woman (the hag) who arrived before Axuri looked at each other and walked over at the same time. "Sir Ron, since there is no one we can serve here, we want to go home first."

"After all, we don't belong in this city."

"Why don't you have a meal here before you leave?" Ivy urged warmly, "This time, it is thanks to your efforts. Otherwise, we——"

"Ms. Ivy, you don't have to be so polite to us," she said, her expression could not be seen clearly under the black veil of the Filthy Demon. "You have helped me and the mortals I care about before, and this is just a tiny reward. Someone like me is not suitable to show up too much in a city like this, and my villagers also need my care."

"I am an old woman who cannot stand the sight of a big city. My doghouse is worse than any other place. I'd better go back to my hometown," said the witch Polly, glancing at the priest next to her. Just one look almost frightened the poor pious man to death. "Your delicacies are tasteless to me."

"Stealing children is not allowed..."

The witch turned her back and muttered something in a dialect that almost no one could understand.

The sight of this prosperous city was like a dirty alley that disgusted the witch, but the babies and children raised in every household were like tempting magical leaves. For her, who was forced to play a positive role, holding back for a second longer would be a disrespect to her origin.

(End of this chapter)