Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Moro ordered several of his fellow tribesmen to run and fetch a box of medicinal herbs and show it to Ron.

Ron recognized most of the herbs in it. Most of them were the original roots, stems and leaves of the plants, and a few had been slightly processed.

Moro and the other kobolds explained the application principles of each herb and then described the effects after use. They all knew that this lord also had a deep attainment in herbal medicine. After the introduction, they all looked at Ron expectantly, waiting for him to say something.

Say something...what?
Ron silently took out some herbs, and a kobold quickly handed over an ointment made from them.

The materials were not processed well and the preparation method was too rough, but other than that... there were no major problems. Several herbs themselves had the effect of clearing away heat and reducing fever, and there was no taboo in combining them. After all, Lavinia was also dreaming, and the preparation of these herbs would probably be reviewed by her. In theory, it was not surprising to Ron that they were effective.

Moro said they were ruling in a disorderly manner, but they were not ruling in a disorderly manner.

But... Ron looked at the patients, and it was obvious that these ordinary medicines could not work as expected.

"Can't you even reduce the fever?"

"Unfortunately," Morrow lowered his head, "the best attempt so far has made the patient slightly better... for more than half an hour."

"What about the alchemical potion?" Ron asked a question that concerned him more, "And the divine arts of the priests?"

"It is more effective. Their magic can even completely heal patients. But soon, those who have just recovered will fall ill again. The speed at which a priest heals a person is not as fast as the speed at which he gets sick..."

At this point, Ron was basically certain that the pathogen of this plague was definitely not just a microorganism in the usual sense. If he was just blindly confident in his own pharmaceutical technology, he would inevitably waste more precious time.

After instructing Moruo and other ogres on some matters related to caring for the patients, Ron quickly walked outside. He needed some help now.

It's not just manpower help, more importantly, he needs instruments and equipment that are more sophisticated than those they used before.

When Ron walked out of the Gagawahaha Tavern, Anastasia was waiting for him at the door.

"Well... I still want to help," the elf mercenary saw a hint of dissatisfaction in Ron's eyes exposed through his mask, and quickly said, "Sir, I have a feeling that it won't be safe outside. Even if I go to the place you mentioned, what will happen? I still need to eat and drink! If I get the plague outside the city, wouldn't that be..."

"You're right, follow me." Ron sighed. He previously thought it was "just" a plague, and it didn't matter if Anastasia stayed away from the crowd, but the situation now was even worse. In a sense, the mercenary's sixth sense was quite accurate.

"Sir, where are we going?" Anastasia walked forward nervously. Ron threw a bottle of potion from his alchemy backpack, which she caught.

"Temple. Before that, you should simply clean it with potion." These equipments of Ron were necessary supplies for the wild based on his own professional judgment. He had never used them when he had enough spells before, but now he finally had a chance to use them. "Also, do you have any other clothes? Try to cover the exposed skin as much as possible." With so many patients being carried to the tavern, it was conceivable that the temple was overcrowded. It was almost impossible for an elf dressed like that to avoid being infected when exposed to that kind of environment.

"Okay, okay," Anastasia had never seen Ron so serious during their previous adventures. She immediately took out the more conservative equipment from her luggage and put it on. "Did you find any clues?"

"The plague is not just caused by bacteria, viruses, fungi, etc. There is a high possibility that there is magic involved," Ron walked very quickly and spoke at the same speed. "The outbreak occurred three days ago. Judging from the current situation, the incubation period is probably too short rather than long. The lethality of the medium is not high, but it is highly contagious. Without considering the magical factor, it should not be a new pathogen. At least no one has died from it in the tavern."

Ron and the other arrived outside the temple one after the other. They could see Ivy and the others busy helping, but what they could do was very limited, just some chores. Although it could reduce the pressure on the priests, it could not change much.

"Ron, you're here, how's the situation at the tavern?"

As Ron approached, a short female doctor wearing a floor-length gown and a bird-beak mask hurried up and asked nervously.

Although the voice behind the mask was a little hoarse, Ron could still recognize it as Lavinia's voice. The halfling alchemist also devoted himself to the rescue work.

"It's terrible. The herbs don't work," Ron shook his head slightly. "Most of the fevers won't go away. If it goes on for a long time, there will definitely be damage."

"That's good. We will only send patients with mild symptoms to the tavern," Lavinia sighed, "Come on, I'll show you a real serious case this time."

The halfling pointed behind him. Inside the temple, beneath the statue of Tymora, was a creature larger than the people around it. It was wrapped in a large blanket and trembling all over, huddled up in a ball. The human part of its body was red, but its lips were purple-black, and its eyes were tightly closed. Even in a coma, the pain did not spare this centaur.

Zandia, the leader of the Centaurs, was also here, and he was the one with the most serious symptoms. Ron scanned other areas and found many more Centaurs. The conditions of these big guys were generally very bad, which meant that they needed more manpower to take care of them, as they already needed extra care.

When Ron walked into Zandia, he found a hunchbacked old woman setting up a big pot to boil ointment next to the Centaur leader. Compared with the Centaurs, her size was not noticeable, so Ron didn't notice her just now.

"Ghost Polly?" Ron was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that she would appear here.

"Ah, our hands-off shopkeeper is finally back?" The old woman raised her head and smiled evilly, "Surprised? Although you forbad me to approach your town before, I'm sorry, I came here uninvited."

"Not only that, I also want this little centaur girl to drink the potion I made!"

Polly did not stop her work because of Ron's arrival. She stirred the large long-handled spoon in the pot vigorously. As the green fluorescent liquid rolled and bubbled, some herbs and insect and animal remains floated up. Three eyeballs spun around in the vortex, looking in Ron's direction from time to time. (End of this chapter)