Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"what!"

In the living world, as Zandia's eyelids trembled faster and faster, her eyeballs moved more and more sensitively, and finally, with a venting cry, the Centaur leader suddenly lifted the blanket from her body and turned over.

Her whole body was still burning hot, and the high fever caused by the demonic plague did not disappear immediately with the death of the demonic plague itself, but at this moment, Zandia's mind was clearer than ever before. The scenes in that dream, especially the last one, were imprinted in her memory and could not be forgotten no matter what.

"Zantia, you're awake!"

Sera, who had been nervously watching the Centaur leader, clapped her hands in delight: "Ron, you are such a genius!"

"You need to work on your grammar, Sera." Sylvia slapped her forehead. "You sound like a 'genius who has been...'."

"It's all right as long as the meaning is clear!" Sera rushed forward and hugged Zandia nonchalantly, but the barbarian quickly jumped aside, "It's so hot! It's so hot!"

"This is normal," Ron said when he saw Zandia wake up. The exhaustion from the depths of his soul made him no longer able to stay awake. "Just take the medicine normally and adjust your condition. Give the medicine to other patients as well. Pay attention to give it to the centaurs first, and pick the rest first..."

Ron's body swayed, and he fell backwards with the tail of an unfinished word. He was too tired. He had hardly any sleep in the past week and was completely relying on potions to stay strong.

He needs some sleep, a good sleep...

"Ron!" Ivy was horrified and rushed forward to hug him to prevent his fragile head from hitting the hard ground of the temple. A hunched figure appeared beside the half-elf like a ghost, and skinny fingers covered with warts and wrinkles stretched out to Ron's nose.

A snoring sound came from Ron. The witch Polly curled her lips and took back her hand: "Humph, he is fine, just too tired. Let him have a good sleep."

"Fortunately, this kid's mental strength is stronger than that of an ordinary person, otherwise... hehe."

The witch shook her head and told Bunny and Lavinia to start distributing potions. Ron prepared quite a lot of potions, but because they were not very precise about the dosage, when the last horse was left, the container of potions was still empty.

"Isn't this bad?" Bunny's heart trembled. The halfling priest raised his head and looked at the last centaur who was still unconscious, at a loss. He trembled slightly in his sleep, as if he had sensed that death was getting closer and closer to him. "What should I do? Should I wake Ron up?"

"If you plan to let him die in front of these people on the ground, I won't stop you," Polly sneered, "His mental strength is already fragile enough, he just needs a straw..."

"I think sacrificing one person is not a big deal. We have saved so many people..." Driver shrugged. When he saw the awakened and recovered people looking at him, the goblin hunter immediately hid behind Exuri and bared his teeth at them. "What are you looking at? Am I wrong?"

"Are you planning to let Ron die? There are so many people lying here! Can you come and save them?"

"...He's right," Zandia's face looked a little ugly, but in silence, she still managed to utter these few words, "Under the plague, death... is normal."

The tribesmen who turned into bones in the blink of an eye in the dream gave her a huge psychological shock. If she had not been forced to do so, she really would not want to give up this tribe. But...what else could she do?

For the sake of a tribe member, wake up the overdrawn Ron? And then watch the others die? Perish in your next dream? What's the point? "But, Zandia!" A centaur staggered to the leader's side. The high fever made it difficult for him to see things far and near. Just being able to stand was already using all his strength. "That's your brother, that's my nephew——"

"I know!" The Centaur leader glanced at him, "So what?"

"So..." The centaur opened his mouth, but he couldn't say the second half of the sentence.

"Alright, alright, are you guys crazy? You just woke up and you're causing trouble!" Lavinia clapped her hands and drew everyone's attention to her. "Have you forgotten that there is an alchemist here?"

"Lavinia, you!" The light of hope suddenly burst out from Pastor Tymora's big eyes, but soon it went out again, "You... can't do it?"

"Bunny! What are you talking about!" Lavinia raised her voice an octave, "I've been with the Lord these days, of course I can do it, and I'm very good at it!"

"I know all the steps to prepare the medicine!"

"What's the use of that?" Hag Polly laughed strangely from her dry throat, "His arcane attainments are far better than yours! Can you do it just by knowing how to do it?"

"You can't even use all the spells you need!"

Lavinia gave the witch a strange look: "Polly, why do you think I would cast unnecessary spells?"

"Isn't it obvious? Ron can at least cast the first-level spell of Disintegration now, right? In order to make the potion achieve the best effect, he will of course -"

"It's not what you think, Polly," Gillianis, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up, "The Lord's 'alchemy' is very different from what you know."

"My spells have run out. It will take at least four hours to recover. During this time, you just have to trust Lavinia."

After saying that, Gillianis actually walked straight out.

"Just wait and see! I'll go get ready and be back in three hours!" Lavinia chased after them, also in the direction of the research institute, leaving the group of people and others behind to look at each other in bewilderment.

"This..." Some people started to get agitated, while others including Zandia chose to believe the clever halfling, sat down to rest and waited quietly.

Several horses tried to chase out to see what was going on, but were blocked by Sylvia. Others didn't know, but as another arcane spellcaster beside Ron, the vampire knew something about Lavinia's abilities. Of course, she had more confidence in Ron's skills.

"There are still several hours left before the final 'deadline'. Why are you in such a hurry?" The vampire snorted. "Even if you don't believe in Lavinia, you should at least have faith in your benefactor."

"Haven't you seen and used the healing potion he improved? There's no need to trouble him to make the benefactor's potion himself!" (End of this chapter)