Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 481 Warlock and Mage

“…It smells so good.”

a week later.

Sunak looked at Ron, who came to inspect the construction site, with complicated eyes. His blue body hummed and spit out a few words.

The djinn stretched out his hand to stir the magical energy around him. When he saw the energy storage device that he had personally supervised and built lit up with bright blue sparks, Sunak glared at Ron again with humiliation.

"I was coerced!"

"You're all right." Ron curled his lips. He came here just to check the progress today, but he didn't expect this guy to be much more motivated than he expected.

Ron didn't force him. The reason why Sunak stayed here for more than a week was entirely his own problem - within two meals, he was completely conquered by the wine brewed by the dog-headed people.

He didn't even ask for payment for his work here. As long as the ogres could provide him with enough wine and water, he would help Ron build the first factory to mass-produce simple tools and free those craftsmen from simple repetitive labor.

As a knowledgeable giant noble, Sunak actually has a way to realize Ron's plan, and the method is not difficult: all it takes is some "casters" who can perform simple tricks to make the entire factory operate.

Perhaps it is still a long way from being completely separated from magic, but such a requirement is already very low, and besides - why must magic be separated?
Ron has quite a few young men and women from Rose City. These young people who have received systematic aristocratic education, whether they have magical talent or not, can at least use magic to light their own pipes, which is enough for factory work. Before, most of them could only participate in militia training and other miscellaneous tasks idly, but now they finally have the opportunity to show their value.

"But I have to warn you, Ron, this is only a stopgap measure," Sunak blew out the electric light on his fingertips and looked at Ron with a serious expression. "This method will cause considerable damage to the equipment. It's okay for a short period of time, but if it continues like this for a long time, the maintenance costs alone will be a considerable expense."

After all, someone who can only use magic to light a pipe cannot be considered a true spellcaster. Although the djinni found a way to adjust the way magical energy circulates, this is not a solution that can solve the problem once and for all.

"Professional matters should be handled by professionals. I suggest you find and consult some Gond believers. They are experts in this area. In addition, don't you have a planeswalker friend? You can ask him for his opinion. Among so many worlds, there must be some worlds that have formed such a system. He should be able to help you."

"As for me, I can't stay here forever as a maintenance worker for you. But maybe in the future, after I have visited those worlds, I can come back and give you some advice. But don't wait for me. I don't want to come back to see an assembly line that has been scrapped due to poor maintenance."

"You don't have to worry too much about that," Ron smiled. "I don't know how to build equipment, but I know a little about maintenance. With your drawings, this factory will be able to operate normally for at least a few decades."

As long as we can survive this recent big crisis.

"Decades... that's not enough," even though Ron said so, Sunak still showed a slightly dissatisfied expression, "I don't know when I will come back. Maybe I am living well in some world, and it is possible that I will not come back."

"Then I'll have to go visit you in person—" Ron paused, turned around and looked back. There, a girl in a red dress with a helmet on her head was standing there, holding a stack of documents. Ron looked carefully and could roughly make out the shape of a tower.

"Annie, are you here to inspect the results as well?" Ron looked at the civil engineering blood inheritor who had made great contributions to the construction of the Delusion Land. She was now in charge of the construction planning of Green Swamp Town, and this factory was of course built under her design and supervision. Judging from the documents in her hand, there must be some new project.

Generally speaking, winter is not a suitable season for construction. In Ron's former hometown, the number of months available for construction to begin is probably less than half a year. Various factors cause the construction time to easily take several years, but those problems are no problem for Anne.

Even under the glacier, I believe this warlock who specializes in this field can make the project proceed smoothly.

"This place has been inspected several times. The next time I come here will be in a month." Anne's eyes curved into two crescents. After spending a long time with Ron and others, she is no longer the timid girl she used to be. "I'm here to report to you a new construction plan - a wizard tower."

"Mage Tower?" Ron raised his eyebrows. "Miss Gillianis has finally decided to rebuild her 'kingdom' here?"

"No, Miss Gillianis said that her research institute is enough," Annie said with a smile, "A powerful legend like her, even if she only has a tree house, is probably more powerful than an ordinary wizard tower."

"What I want to apply for is my own wizard tower."

"As I recall, you're not a warlock?"

"Warlock means talent, while mage means acquired learning. I don't think there is any conflict between them, my lord."

"It has been almost a year since I came here. In my heart, this place has become my new home. I really hope to leave the buildings that are so important to me here. I hope to continue to work hard for this land and use my strength to transform it."

"I hope you will be magnanimous enough to grant my humble request and allow my little shelter to have a place in your domain."

What Annie said made sense. Warlocks were mostly people with magic running through their blood. Magic was an integral part of their bodies. However, people who were born with the ability to cast spells did not necessarily have to become warlocks.

Many famous wizards showed extraordinary magical talents when they were born, but they did not waste their talents, but used them to improve their skills. Such people are naturally much faster than others in casting spells.

Ron was very pleased that Anne was able to find her own way out. If he remembered correctly, he once persuaded this girl with a congenital earth and wood body to study magic. She did not give a clear response at that time. Now it seems that she has thought it through.

In this case, why shouldn't Ron help her? It would be a great thing for the Delusion Land to have a powerful spellcaster!
(End of this chapter)