Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

The next morning, as one teleporting halo after another lit up and dimmed, within just a few dozen minutes, a large group of people appeared out of nowhere above the town of Frome, which had been destroyed and turned into ruins.

Among the crowd were Ron and his team, Victor Fromm and his guards, Shuke and his caravan, and the dwarf Dean Elden.

Obviously, a single teleportation could not allow them to arrive here at the same time, but fortunately, Ron had more than one spellcaster. After two round trips, everyone arrived at the town of Flåm smoothly.

"Wow!"

Victor, several of his guards, and most of the members of the caravan were experiencing such magic for the first time. They immediately scattered to the surrounding corners and vomited violently, returning the only meal they had eaten from the frost giants, which was also today's breakfast, to nature.

"I never thought we could come back, old friend!"

Sera's voice sounded beside Ron. He was about to respond, but turned around and saw Sera holding the Canglan Grip wrapped in a layer of animal skin in her arms, her eyes full of doting.

This matter is simple and not simple. When Ron and others went to the orc tribe to ask for the big sword, the other party first said that they were not from their tribe and could not hold the sword, and then said that only warriors could use this sword. How could Sera, who has a bad temper, stand such difficult excuses? She immediately asked the orcs to send ten people to fight her alone (she challenged a group of them alone), and as for the result...

The sword was back in her hands anyway.

"It's gone, all gone..." After a dizzying teleportation, Mayor Victor, who had vomited, sighed and touched the ruins around him. He was very familiar with every brick and stone here, but now, only these bricks and stones are left.

"It's okay, Mayor, don't be sad," Victoria comforted the mayor softly, "In the spring, we still have a chance to rebuild this place..."

"Rebuild it?" Elden shook his head as he listened. "What's the point of rebuilding? Are you waiting to be razed to the ground again? With so few guards here, no matter how many times you rebuild, there will only be one result. The disaster is coming from the north, and it will definitely pass through you."

"If you ask me, there is only one way."

Victor had tears in his eyes, he certainly knew what the dwarf was talking about, he did the same thing himself, letting the residents hide away in a dreamland, but now he watched helplessly as the town he had run for many years turned into ruins, how could he bear to give it up so easily?
If there is no other way...

"Unless there is some other way to get these people more appropriately resettled, I will not change my proposal."

A day later, in Green Swamp Town, a meeting was coming to an end.

The residents from the town of Fromm have entered the sight of the goblin scouts and their men, but they did not take timely countermeasures and only sent people to watch them from a distance, waiting for them to get closer.

The reason was simple. There was a disagreement among the people who were in charge of the Delusion Land. Constance and the others thought that the refugees should be accepted. After all, everyone knew that Ron came to the Delusion Land from there, and his current status as the lord was also certified by the town of Fromm. Now that the place was in trouble, it would be wrong to sit back and do nothing.

Several people led by Evander said that it was now the end of winter and the beginning of spring, and this year's winter was longer than in previous years. Their own people were struggling to make a living, so how could they have the spare energy to take care of more people? Therefore, they should turn a deaf ear and let them get lost in the jungle swamps without making any arrangements, or at least wait until Ron came back.

Evander's proposal was a bit cold-blooded, but what he said was not untrue, and he kept saying "wait for Ron to arrange it", which attracted some people to stand on his side, and even failed to pass Constance's proposal to take her in when they voted. During the short break, Evander could clearly feel that the half-elf from Rose City was three times more hostile to him.

But what can be done? Evander sneered secretly, he put on another polite appearance, walked up to Constance and greeted her. "Miss Constance, I personally agree with your kindness, but kindness should not be divorced from reality, otherwise it will turn into evil. If you allow me, I would like to ask you to go out with me and take a look at the situation in the territory. In this way, you may have a different idea."

"You can't do it, young master," Constance sneered. "When my parents died and suffered, you might not have been born yet! What do you know? I know better than you how much reserves the Delusion Land has now. We should..."

"Really?" Evander asked with a smile, "Then could you please tell me the current average daily consumption of rye to the fourth decimal point?"

"…You are quibbling over words!"

"Look," Evander ignored the half-elf's increasingly twisted eyebrows, "I think you may not know everything."

Constance had a gloomy face. She couldn't understand why this guy was so determined to get her to go and see. Was there really something she had overlooked?
How could that be possible? She, who grew up in the inland, didn't know the situation. How could Evander Holt, who grew up in a coastal port city, see more than her? From those initials, from the four decimal places?
She would never believe that this guy could do this! This was no longer a matter of work ability, this was magic!

But in order to silence this guy who had become more and more annoying recently, Constance decided to follow him out to take a look after telling the others.

This is the Land of Delusion, this is Green Swamp Town, not Cloud Harbor or Rose City. Constance never thought that Evander would do something more radical than deliberately disgust her. After all, on top of that tower, there is a young dragon and a legendary moon elf magician.

Anyone with a brain should understand that taking action here is definitely not a wise move.

However, when Constance left the meeting with Evander and walked out of the door and turned a corner into an alley where she didn't even know where it was, the half-elf's heart was alarmed and she stopped.

"Miss Constance?" The scar on Evander's face was still hideous, forming a sharp contrast with his harmless smile. "Come on, pass through here, I will show you some reports that you haven't seen before. I used my family's connections to summarize them. You definitely can't do it or see such detailed and intuitive records."

The half-elf took a step back in her boots, and drew out her swift sword, which she always carried with her, with the tip of the sword pointed directly at Evander. "Holt, I'll just ask once: where is this place? There is no such place in Anne's architectural plan!"

"Of course, how could Miss Anne take care of such a small detail? I asked someone to do it myself, with her permission." The man showed his two rows of white teeth. "You see, not everyone is as meticulous as you. Everyone is lazy and will be lazy when the time is right. For example, let others do the work of building a new alley."

"You should do the same, Miss Constance. As an outsider, don't you think you are a little too nosy?"

"I'm warning you, it's not too late to stop now!" Constance shouted, interrupting the other party's final persuasion, "Gillianis overlooks the entire city and even the entire Delusion Land. Don't even think about escaping her eyes!"

"And it would be useless even if you killed me, you—"

"Hush, hush." ​​Evander raised an index finger, his smile gradually turning cold. "Come on, Constance, if you can think of it, why can't I think of it? Don't worry, there is no chance of you being resurrected."

"As for that albino thousand-year-old witch, she should be worried about herself now, hehehe..." (End of this chapter)