Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

As a mortal, Perglan naturally would not understand what the gods were thinking, but judging from the current results, they were good, and she was satisfied with that.

"Little girl, do you want to go back to the Land of Delusion to help?" Ernest's figure gradually became illusory, and the barrier that shielded other people around him gradually disappeared. "Or do you plan to return to the Molten Iron Fortress and continue fighting the demons in the abyss?"

"If it's the third option, I'll give you a ride."

Perglan blinked. When she was reading the documents before, she knew some of the deeds of this Lord of Change. His few believers were almost all his incarnations, so they had more humanity than other gods. After a little contact with them in the past two days, she found that it was indeed true.

"Thank you for your grace. May..." Perglen sighed and swallowed the last few words "Tyr bless you". "I will not go back until the Molten Iron Barrier calms down the situation inside. The same goes for worshipping the gods here. I also need to think about...His teachings."

The Final Ruler, who had almost disappeared, nodded slightly, said no more, and disappeared in the wind.

Everyone here who has come into contact with Him will remember that the gray-robed monk has been here, and will also "remember" where he has gone. When they are about to step into the grave, this "old friend" who they have met once will come to pick them up, rather than the image they are familiar with or afraid of.

This is a kind of blessing. If these believers who converted to Tyre cannot return to the kingdom of God after death, their end will mostly not be very good. Those who use their souls for trading or to feed themselves will also come looking for them. Ernest left this memory in their hearts, so that they can avoid similar unnecessary disasters.

Needless to say, the future of these monks will be discussed here. As for the Delusion Land, although Ron could guess that Zantia might be referring to Perglan, he had no idea how a mere priest could achieve such a level. He could only put the matter aside and give priority to thinking about the remaining patients.

As Ron expected, the potions made by Lavinia after he fell asleep were not effective for patients of other races; and unexpectedly, when he re-mixed the potions, he found that there were problems with the reactions of the intermediate products!

Some of them even stopped responding!

Although Ron would not be stumped by such a problem, after several days of research, he quickly determined some of the omissions in the reaction conditions: because he was eager for quick success, he intentionally or unintentionally ignored the slight difference between the theoretical and actual data, but...

If you don’t succeed now, you shouldn’t have succeeded before!
In Gillianis's laboratory, Ron grabbed his hair and slammed his head on the test bench that had just been cleaned - the problem was solved, but what was the reason?

Some unbearable memories from the past came to his mind. It was a scene where a group of young people in white coats came together to worship their ancestors after encountering similar problems...

It was truly a gathering of... elites. On the desks were placed celebrities from ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad, over thousands of years. At the very least, they were people who could appear on the cover of textbooks. One gentleman still felt that it was not enough, so he "invited" a professor from the office next door to come over and pay him two respects.

As for why we bow instead of asking questions directly - the poor old professor hasn't done experiments himself for more than 40 years, and the experiments he did back then were not the same as the ones he does now. If we ask him, we can only look for reasons from a theoretical level.

Why was it successful before but not now?
How could he know? !

So it would be better to bow down and pray for peace of mind. After all, he is a master, and his disciples can certainly afford to bow down to him. "My Lord, this is normal,"

Gillianis couldn't help but comfort him: "It is inevitable that some uncertain factors will appear during the experiment. You are not in a hurry to publish a paper..."

"The paper is not urgent, but the patient is." Ron raised his head and glanced at the moon elf. "Many races with strong physiques naturally have no problem, but humans can't! If the fever lasts for such a long time, it will be 'burned to death' even if it is burned."

"Although we are relying on some stopgap measures to keep them from falling into this situation, all we are consuming is our already limited inventory. We are already short of manpower, so where can we get more?"

"Who knows, I'll have to work for a few weeks without sleep..." Ron sighed. Just as he was about to start the next round of experiments, he heard the door open and a petite figure ran in like the wind.

Who else could this half-orc dressed as a priest be but Bonnie?
"Sir Ron! Sir Ron!" The priest of Tymora handed a scroll to Ron breathlessly, holding his knees to take a breath, "Just now, a traveler passing by saw the plight we are in, and offered to donate some of his research results to help us treat the plague! I thought it might be helpful to you, so I sent it to you as soon as possible!"

"Okay, I understand. Thank you." Ron smiled and expressed his gratitude to the diligent priest, but for the information he sent... Ron didn't have high expectations.

It should be some information related to the plague, or at most the demonic plague, but outsiders generally don't know that what they are facing is the power emanating from a dragon lich, so this kind of information can't really play a big role.

It would be nice if it was delivered a few days earlier, and it would save Ron a lot of time, but now...

"Um?!"

Ron opened the scroll, and his eyes widened immediately - the information written on it in the common language was not about the plague, but... it was actually!
This is almost all the physical and chemical data in the world that Ron can use! And after these data, each line is written with a string of gold-plated magic runes. As Ron observes, it is automatically combined and converted into the values ​​and units he is familiar with!

What shocked Ron the most was that at the bottom corner of the scroll, there was a coin with a human face facing upwards!

This is the holy emblem of the goddess of luck, Tymora!

"Fortune favors the brave, Sir Ron." When she saw Ron raise his extremely shocked eyes, Bruni just smiled at him and hid the fatigue between her brows with her running just now. "Fortune also favors the kind."

"From the moment you first took the risk to agree to my request to save Lavinia, and then you were willing to take us in, I was absolutely sure that you would be blessed by the goddess - even if you never prayed to her for anything." (End of this chapter)