Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"Your Highness, Your Highness! I have an idea!"

Kaojia was horrified and immediately began to beg for mercy. Gracia was the queen of her and the other succubi, and there was a limit to what kind of punishment she could inflict on them. The chief wizard of the Nine Hells would not go to the trouble of punishing a succubus like her.

Who can stand going straight to the experimental bench?
Being on the lab bench is good, but being used as an experiment is worse: Mephisto cannot stand anything that interferes with his intellectual focus. He hates distractions and only allows a few demons to speak to him directly without notice. He is known to crush his servants for the smallest infractions, sometimes executing a demon simply because he suspects it will bother him.

As a devil who once "lived" in Kania for a period of time, Kaojia certainly knew that these rumors... were all true!
It was already a great achievement for her to come back alive once, how could she expect to be so lucky twice? !
"Speak." There was no emotion in Gracia's tone. If this Khaoga really couldn't complete her task, she would not show mercy.

"Your Highness, Lord Ron's thinking is different from that of most mortal lords in his world. This is determined by his background. But because of this, his thinking is often hindered by the current environment. Before, he was not sure how far he could go. Now, I'm afraid he has to start overcoming these difficulties."

"Go on." Khaoga heard a slight snort from his queen.

"For example, in this case, after the demonic plague was resolved, ordinary lords would naturally let everyone return to their original positions. The extraordinary ones would consider building some facilities to prevent the next possible plague, but he..."

“I want to build a health care system.”

In the conference room, everyone looked at the thick stack of materials in their hands, looking at each other.

The total thickness and the table of contents that took up several pages alone made many people lose the courage to finish reading it. Only a ruthless person like Evander Holt could devote himself to it immediately after recovering from a serious illness.

For people like Sera and Driver, being able to take a general look at the catalog is already supporting Ron's work.

Ron's first draft included plans for building facilities, practitioners, and related medicines and equipment, in the hope of effectively reducing the possibility of the plague happening again and alleviating the pressure on doctors and priests after similar situations occurred.

At least we can't do what happened this time, where a large number of patients with mild symptoms were stuffed into the tavern and asked a group of ogres to take care of them. This is not right.

"I don't see the point in doing that."

After looking at the documents in his hand for a while, the hobgoblin Kalade looked up at Ron and said, "This is just a special case. Normally, the goblins are crowded in the dungeons, and few of them are sick. Now the land of delusion is not stable, and the manpower is limited. Can we spare some manpower to do this?"

"The physiques of different races cannot be generalized. Even goblins are not immune to all diseases. They just have a certain resistance to diseases in familiar environments," Ivy glanced at Ron and said, "Ron and I, who were once captives, both feel this."

"Now the goblins and other races will come into contact again, which provides a lot of opportunities for the spread of diseases - I'm not implying anything, this spread is two-way."

"It's just that different races have different resistance to different diseases. Humans are more sensitive to these. Just take my personal experience as an example. In my family, I have hardly seen my elf mother get sick, but my father needs someone to take care of him in certain seasons." "Even if Mr. Daniel is killed by Ms. Liya..." Sylvia muttered softly, "It's okay, it's okay."

"That's nothing," Karad frowned slightly, looking at Ivy with his yellow eyes, "The infected can be loaded onto chariots and thrown into the enemy's army. This is also a common tactic."

"But we don't always have wars to fight. Just like now, those 'plague ammunition' in your eyes cannot be exploded in our own home." Driver expressed a different opinion.

Although as a goblin, he agreed more with Kalade's advice, but as Ron's companion, he had to side with Ron.

As for what impact Ron's measures would have on the current delusion...how would he know? He couldn't understand those piles of documents!
"Then just throw it away. The beasts in the delusion land will take care of it."

"Not all races have the same reproductive capacity as goblins, and if that were true - we don't even need to do it, just issuing such a clause - it would be enough to make everyone leave." Andre coughed twice and retorted, "Lord Kalade, don't forget why so many civilians gathered together in the first place."

"In that case, I have no other questions." Krad glanced at the still somewhat weak young human and shook his head.

He certainly sees the benefits of the whole system, but he has to argue according to his duties, positions and inclinations to ensure that all issues are taken into account - even if it means hurling patients with trebuchets and throwing them into swamps.

This was Ron's original intention to set up such a huge decision-making system. Otherwise, he only needed to give an order, and no matter how ridiculous the decision was, the people sitting here would try their best to implement it. If he wanted to make things more lively, he could adopt Owendel's suggestion and form a fake cabinet and a fake parliament. After each meeting, everyone would say "yeah, yes, yes" and it would be over.

Kalade couldn't remember how the human who "looked like a tough guy but acted like a woman" explained this system, but he remembered one thing:
Professionals cannot manage affairs in their respective fields.

It is said that this is the iron rule that will rule for thousands of years, but Ron obviously disagrees with this view, and finally determines the now huge group and asks everyone to express their opinions on a proposal from their own perspective.

That is why Kalade has no qualms about speaking his mind.

Opinions may be unreasonable, but they cannot be non-existent.

"Lord Kalade's problem has been solved. Please share your opinions with the others." Ron smiled and nodded to the earth elf. His extreme remarks at every meeting always served as a starting point for discussion. His contribution to the company's success today cannot be ignored.

It is just a point of view. Such comments are acceptable. What other opinions cannot be expressed? (End of this chapter)