Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"You seem nervous."

Watching her companion constantly tidying up her appearance, Firmilla Milkway frowned slightly and looked at him in confusion. Her long light blue hair seemed out of place here, but this was not a big problem for this member of the Milkway family - even in Yungang, they were the most eye-catching group walking on the street.

Therefore, like most of the tribesmen, Firmira does not focus too much energy on the land. The ocean is their home, and the creatures in the ocean that are far more exotic than them are their friends and confidants.

So she couldn't understand why the tall man next to her acted so awkward - he was just going to meet the lord of the delusional land, not to go to war with him.

"If you had almost come to blows with him more than half a year ago, you would know why I was so nervous."

Levi Bengtson, who still had a crew cut, replied with a wry smile, and at the same time adjusted his clothes, which had been ironed countless times, and the gorgeous decorations on them, including a silver star on his left shoulder.

"To be precise, he beat me up and threw me out..."

"why?"

"I can't remember the specific details, but it should be some kind of spell that affected the way of thinking of me and the people who were traveling with me at the time," the blond young man sighed, "After waking up, we can only vaguely remember that we did some stupid things, such as making things difficult for the priests in other people's churches in their territory..."

"That's stupid enough," Firmilla blinked, "but why do you say it was under the influence of a spell?"

"You should know that the Bengtsons and the Holts have always been at odds with each other. Not long after we were driven out of the Delusion Land, the scarred man from the Holt family—his scar was left by me—became a civil servant here."

"Can you say there is no connection?"

"...Okay," Firmila said, completely ignoring the other party's shocked expression, "Please note, Mr. Levi, the Bengtson family and I are not allies, so I don't need to speak on your side."

"So far, you probably haven't found any conclusive evidence to prove that all this is related to the Holt family, right? In that case, we can't say that it's definitely his doing."

"Even if this trick is a common trick of the Holt family?"

"You didn't catch him in the act, and they didn't confess anything."

Levi sighed. He was not the first person who wanted to test the Milkman family's position in this way, nor would he be the last. But no matter which member of their family he faced, the outcome would not change much - the Milkman family did not care about the grievances between the other two families in Yungang, and would never stand on one side.

The mission failed again in half, Levi thought silently in his heart, all he could do now was the other half: explain the previous disagreement to Lord Roan and try his best to gain his understanding.

Since Evander took charge of the work in the Delusion Land, most of the land trade in Yungang has been monopolized by the Holt family, and the Bengtson family has suffered more than double the loss. If the other party had not been scheming, they would never get back their share in this life. This is one of the few opportunities, and everything depends on the peers. But it is precisely because of this that this negotiation is more important. After all... Yungang has "three" big families.

Milkway is not a reclusive family that is isolated from the rest of the world. Although they never actively "hunt", it is obvious that they would not want to give up the fat meat that is in their mouths.

Thinking of this, Levi once again frowned and began to straighten out the non-existent wrinkles on his body.

"Please come in, both of you." A half-elf lady with a heroic look in her eyes walked up to the two of them, accompanied by Victor, the former mayor of Fromm Town, and made a "please" gesture, "Ron... Your Excellency is willing to listen to your purpose of coming."

Levi vaguely remembered her. She was the one beside Ron. The last time he saw her, she was wearing heavy armor, holding a flaming sword, and carrying a tower shield.

"Ms. Ivy, am I remembering you correctly?" Levi greeted her with a wry smile, "Good day, I am..."

"Levi Bengtson, Master," Ivy paused for a moment, emphasizing the word that appeared with the name, revealing the sarcasm and contempt contained in it. "If you have anything to say, go and explain it to the Lord, and Miss Bunny."

"Thank you for leading the way." Firmira smiled and nodded to Ivy, and received a polite and decent response, which made Bengtson on the side look particularly uncomfortable.

However, such clear distinction in treatment also showed the master's position. Levi's brain, which was not affected by magic, immediately became active, and he was thinking about the subsequent response strategy - including how to deal with the most embarrassing accusations.

Most people in the conference room had already left. When Levi and Firmira arrived at the door, Victor behind them also tactfully retreated outside, leaving only Ivy to enter with them.

Philmilan saw that a human male who was younger than he had expected and in the image was sitting quietly at the table with his head down in the main seat. A scroll was spread out in front of him, and he was calculating something on it with an emerald pen from time to time.

There were two people on his left. One was a halfling woman sitting on a special chair, wearing a white priest robe. Her eyes were slightly closed, her eyelashes fluttering, as if she was taking a nap, or praying to her goddess. The other was a woman in armor with short hair. Unlike the halfling, the bright holy emblem on her shoulder armor clearly showed the god she believed in.

On the right side, near the main seat, a lady with red eyes, who looked too pale, sat there. She did nothing but stare at the profile of the man in the main seat. A hint of obscure mist flowed through Philmilan's slightly pink eyes, brushing away the other party's not particularly clever disguise in her eyes, revealing his inhuman peculiarity.

And in another location...

Philmilan frowned slightly. She was not sure if there was really a white-haired elf sitting there, discussing the contents of the scroll with the young lord on the main seat from time to time. In her opinion, the other party seemed...

Does it exist here? Or is it not here? Or is it not even in this time and space, but just some special projection?
"You are here," Ron raised his head and looked at the two messengers from Yungang. He turned his neck and saluted Gillianis beside him. "Thank you for your guidance. If I have any questions, I will come to you at dinner time."

"Then I won't bother you anymore." The Moon Elf nodded with a smile, and her entire body turned into a wisp of light smoke and disappeared into the air in the blink of an eye. (End of this chapter)