Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"Of course I have my patron."

Faramar stared at Ron for a while, then said slowly, "You are the one who confuses me. Why did you reject His Highness's multiple invitations? In my opinion, although this cannot be said to be completely beneficial, at least the benefits outweigh the disadvantages."

"So there is nothing left in your kingdom now," Sylvia waved her hand and dissipated the bound "Directed Destruction Force". The power left by the cultists roared through the village in the mountains, but could not find anything - there was nothing left here. "And I believe that the benefactor will end your miserable reincarnation."

“Reincarnation?” Farama was stunned for a moment. She didn’t know much about other rulers that had been established on this land, so she just regarded it as a description. “It’s up to you. Anyway, it’s not my turn to worry about this matter now. By the way.”

The Nightmare Rider, who had been recruited a long time ago but had just taken office due to "personal reasons", shook his head and threw a piece of metal to Ron. "This is some kind of... relic. Used with the scroll, it can help you find the ruins more easily. I'm afraid there is no time for you to search all the graves of the dead now. You need more targeted actions."

The metal piece felt a little greasy, but it didn't feel like powder or oil, but more like its own characteristics. Ron carefully examined the nearly round object with a diameter of about five centimeters. Under the magic light and the flames of hell in the dim light, it reflected a gray-red luster.

Its appearance looks ordinary, but...what about its interior?

Ron stretched out his arm, trying to sense the power in it, but just this kind of "observation" alone, the feedback was enough to make Ron's face change suddenly, and he looked at Farama riding on Nightmare's back in astonishment.

"What is this? Or what is it pointing to?"

"This is the 'component' that you once wanted but then had to temporarily give up," Farama said. "These are her highness' exact words. She said you would need this."

"This is the last time that the Grand Duke of Malburg has shown you goodwill. You can still refuse, but there will never be another opportunity like this again. This is what His Highness said."

"Perhaps a man who knows the current situation should choose to pledge allegiance at this time," Ron smiled and shook his head, putting away the metal piece, "but forget it. For me, it's either to join the devil from the beginning or never to join it - since I have been through so much, I'd better not think about the content of this loyalty."

"You will regret it, maybe after I leave, maybe when you are dying," Farama stared at the man who was the latest to build a home after her. The gate to hell slowly opened in front of her and the Filth Demon. "Goodbye - I hope there will really be such a day."

"I'll take it as your blessing for us," Ron nodded to her. There wasn't much friction between him and this former queen and current devil. "The phrase 'dying and approaching death' also counts."

After all, in the land of delusion, dying of old age is considered a good ending - of course, Sera probably wouldn't think so.

Flames and sulfur lit up the night sky in the mountains in an instant. In the distance, bursts of bird calls and flapping wings could be heard faintly. Some shadows rose and fell from the woods. As the last spark dissipated into the air, the only traces left by the devil were a scroll in Ron's hand and a strange piece of metal.

"It's over... at least it's over here," Victoria let out a long sigh, "That queen... has finally fallen."

"She's been corrupted for centuries, and her ancestors were corrupted even earlier than that," Ivy shrugged, "it's just that she couldn't ride the Nightmare in her previous sealed state." The knight's headlessness might not be a big problem, after all, his arms and legs were still intact, but he probably couldn't ride a horse with only a head left.

The priest of Helm sighed: If there was no dragon lich in this land, and no devils and demons came to mess up, perhaps the successive rulers of the Kingdom of Faramar would not...

Unfortunately, there are few powers in this world that can create such "ifs". In this world, there is no such thing as the last Queen Farama who did not become a Nightmare Rider.

"Are we going back now?" Driver stretched his arms and shoulders, twisting his neck twice. "I'm beginning to miss the smell of my bed and quilt."

"Karad always brags that you are a race born for war," Ivy glanced at him, "You look like you have been corrupted by a luxurious life - although the so-called 'luxury' is nothing more than a room and a moldy quilt..."

The mold was entirely due to the goblin's personal style. He was delusional and thought that no matter how poor he was, he would not make do with this.

"Lord Karad is a hobgoblin, not like me! And that's because you've never slept in a small cave with hundreds of goblins," Driver retorted, rolling his eyes, "and you have to be on guard against your own kind stabbing you in the back! You and Ron were locked up with the wargs at that time!"

"You talk as if I want to be caught by you!"

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about that for now," Ron pulled them apart with a headache, "We have other things to consider now - what do you think we should do with these people?"

He pointed at the four cultists who had been tortured to the point of looking like human beings but were still alive: "This place is completely destroyed. We can't just leave them here."

"Why not?" Sylvia covered her mouth immediately after she spoke subconsciously. "I'm sorry, benefactor. I... I didn't mean that. There is still some food here, and the surrounding resources are not scarce. I think they can rest here and then go back to where they came from, right?"

"That's what I want to say," Ron gave Sylvia a strange look. What did this girl mean by 'not that'? "There are two seriously injured people here, and they have missed the initial treatment time. Leaving them here is no different from letting them die."

"Excuse me, sir, but do any of you know how to hunt, fish, or farm?"

Suholu looked back at Ron in confusion: "I, I and they all only know how to hunt, fish and farm... Sorry, we don't..."

"I guess so," Ivy nodded, "Then can I ask you another question: How do you hunt?" (End of this chapter)