Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"Gah?"

The two kobolds opened their mouths stupidly, and then quickly became nervous.

"Master! Do you mean to say that we are sick too?"

"How long can we survive?"

"I haven't laid any eggs yet, ahhhh——"

This is actually a female?

Facing the two kobolds who suddenly burst into anger, Ron wanted to speak several times but couldn't figure out how to persuade them. It was not until he coughed twice that the two kobolds subconsciously shut their mouths. Then he sighed and said, "I didn't say that. I'm just a little curious. Don't you feel uncomfortable?"

The body temperature of large lizards is generally lower than that of humans. Although it is not clear whether this is also the case with kobolds, it should not be too different. After all, the overall body temperature of reptiles is not too high.

"Like, a fever?"

Ron pointed at the patient on the ground, and the two dog-headed men imitated what Ron had done just now and raised their hands to touch their foreheads.

"No." "Hiss... not hot."

They were responsible for carrying the patients, so they naturally knew what was happening to these people. However, their scales were icy cold and they did not feel that way at all. Moreover, if you look closely, they were not as thirsty as the patients, and they ate as usual.

"Could it be because of the different species?" Ron raised his eyebrows. He turned around to observe the patients. There were not only humans among them, but also elves, half-elves, dwarves, goblins and even a dragonborn lying on the ground. If this sudden plague was based on species, at least the condition of this dragonborn should be slightly better.

But the fact is, only the kobolds are still active here. These former tavern waiters have become caregivers, going in and out, taking care of and carrying the wounded.

However, it is also possible that there is a bias in the sample. After all, this is a tavern run by kobolds and used to house patients, so it is normal for such a scene to occur.

"What about in the temple? How are Priest Bunny and the others?" Ron continued to ask.

"My Lord, there is no need to ask them. These two little guys don't know much."

Before the two dog-headed men could answer, a somewhat old voice came from the stairs.

Ron turned his head and saw a dog-headed man, surrounded by three or four of his kind, slowly walking down the stairs that were a bit too high for him. When he came in front of Ron, he bowed skillfully, and it was obvious that this was not the first time he had done this.

Ron recognized him. He was Morro, one of the two Spark Shamans among the Kobolds. Ron had met him many times before. The shaman who entered the city had long since given up the ordinary wooden stick and used a pine cane instead. The rags tied on his head were also replaced with a whole piece of red cloth. He was wearing a custom-made linen outfit, which looked quite like a dwarf. If it was in a dim environment, most people would probably mistake it for a dwarf child.

"Molo, you're here too," Ron nodded. "That's great. What happened during the days we were away?"

"Molo was sent here by the great Lord Exuri to take care of the patients. As for..."

"As for the specific situation, I don't know either," the Spark Shaman sighed softly, "I only know that during a tremor three days ago, an ominous aura seemed to flow out from the distant mountains. We have no idea what that aura was. We only know that all the drinking water and food were contaminated in a very short period of time, and even the air was not spared."

"Although Lord Evander and Lady Constance, who were in charge of the territory's affairs, immediately ordered the control of food and water, it still took some time to implement the order. In such a short period of time, some residents fell into the trap, and the situation was out of control."

"Under the command of Lady Bunny, the priests immediately began to use magic to make drinking water and food for emergency situations, and took out the stored food from the warehouse. But strangely, these things were quickly contaminated after seeing the light of day. As a last resort, everyone could only make and use them immediately. However, this not only slowed down the progress of treatment, but also infected many priests..."

The Spark Shaman was not a spellcaster that relied heavily on knowledge, and Morro's main strength was in fireball magic. He knew very little about disease and plague. He hesitated for a moment and decided to relay the conclusions of others to Ron intactly:
"According to the deduction of Lady Bunny and that Lavinia alchemist, this plague is most likely not an ordinary plague, but there is magic behind it. However, as to what kind of magic it is, what is the medium, and where is the source... they have not yet deduced it."

Moro looked at Ron with hopeful eyes. In his opinion, this lord was the most powerful and wisest being besides the great Exuri, and he would surely be able to save this land ravaged by natural disasters.

Although most of the ogres did not encounter any problems, their fate had long been tied to Aik'Zuri and the entire territory. He and his people... could not accept watching these residents perish like this.

For a long time, stories passed down orally and engraved on murals have been telling of the friction and conflict between the kobolds and other races. Now that they have finally made such a change, how can they give up easily?

"As for us... I personally guess, ahem," Moro straightened his back, "We feel that it is the great Exuri who has protected us. We have always bowed down under the protection of the great black dragon's wings. Perhaps it is because of this that we have received such blessings. Although the great Exuri himself is not sure whether this is really the case, after thinking about it, it seems that this is the only answer."

"After all, he is one of the beings that has not been affected by the plague."

"Is he okay too?" Ron's eyes lit up slightly, but then dimmed quickly.

Exuri is fine, there is no need to be so excited. As a true dragon, a powerful creature that can survive even if it eats dirt and drinks the northwest wind, and an ultimate existence that can use magic items by swallowing them raw, it would be strange if something happened to it.

But if it was the dragon that protected the kobolds... Ron hesitated. If Exuri was an old dragon or even an adult dragon, he wouldn't be too surprised, but he was only nine years old! Could he really have such strength?
"So what method are you using to treat patients now?" Ron couldn't help but speak faster. He still needed to go somewhere else and find other people to collect clues. Only in this way could he make a more accurate judgment.

"... Lord," Moro laughed dryly and shook his head, "No, there is no method. We are governing by chaos."

"Here, please take a look. These are the herbs we used. We basically used up all of our stock. Let's bet on which one works better..." (End of this chapter)