Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"We will choose a good day and go to the outskirts of the city. The followers will set up tents and prepare horses..."

Suholu spoke in confusion, but he at least understood one thing, that the people in front of him had just saved him and other comrades, so he should answer questions honestly. Therefore, he told everyone in almost every detail about his experiences of "Spring Encirclement", "Summer Hunting", "Autumn Hunting" and "Winter Capture".

Ron and Ivy looked at each other and saw helplessness in each other's eyes - it was true.

Though their cloaks were plain, the clothing beneath revealed their worldly status, and people like them had a completely different view of hunting than Sera or even Ivy.

All that was left was for the servants to display the dead prey by the roadside for the masters to pick up whatever they wanted.

Suholu didn't understand what happened, causing these "beneficiaries" to look at him so strangely, but at least he knew that he must have said something wrong, and his meaningless bravado just now might have caused the four people to die here: "I'm sorry, although we may have some skills, Delusion Land is a completely unfamiliar and dangerous place for us. I don't think we can survive here - and you see."

He swung his remaining broken leg and sighed: "Even in the kind of 'hunting' I mentioned, I was the most skilled among us. Now I am disabled, they will definitely..."

"Okay, let's stop talking about this." Ron took a step back and motioned Victoria to step forward and use magic to treat the four people first. Otherwise, if they were treated with medicine directly, their injuries might be fatal. "Take a break and recover. I won't let you die here. You can come with us later."

"Thank you for your grace! May the Goddess of Magic bless you, my merciful lord!"

The other two cultists helped Suholu to kneel down and tried to kiss Ron's boots, but Ron did not let them do so. Larissa did not move. She stared at Ron blankly for a while with her bloody hands and opened her mouth, then made a series of "ah ah" sounds.

"What is she saying?" Ron glanced at Suhoru lying on the ground and did not directly prepare a spell to detect thoughts.

"She is thanking you, noble sir," Suhoru said quickly, "She thanks you for saving us, for giving her the chance to take revenge, and for you - Larissa, what are you talking about?!"

The short and fat man, who seemed to understand Larissa's shout, broke out in sweat and immediately turned to his companion and sternly rebuked him, "This great man just saved us!"

"It doesn't matter," Ron waved his hand. "What is she talking about? I don't think she has any ill will towards us..."

Suholu smiled bitterly: "Please don't misunderstand me. Are we worse than pigs and dogs? How could we dare to have any ill will towards you? But she did cross the line, she..."

"Just tell me what you said. What's the point of crossing the line?"

"Ah, ahhh." Larissa's voice attracted Ron's attention. The woman squatted down and used the blood mixed with mud on her hands to pick out a string of letters on the ground. That should be the core meaning of what she wanted to express.

That was a name, and Ron knew the man.

Glen.

"Ah," Suholu sighed, "She wants to ask you if she can meet with Grant. It was Grant who brought her into the cult..." Ron understood: "Are you the one who wrote to Grant before?"

Larissa nodded vigorously, but her expression turned pale. The same was true for Suhoru.

"Sir, I assure you, with the honor of my family, that Grant was absolutely not involved in this incident, not even to the extent of being enslaved like us! He was completely unaware of it, so please be lenient and don't hold him accountable—"

"What are you talking about?" Ron looked at the man strangely, "Why should I pursue him? Just because he is a cultist like you? He has already converted."

"He mentioned this in his letter, but... but after all, he..."

"He hasn't committed any crime in my territory," Ron shrugged. "Should I pursue the crimes he committed in other city-states in the past?"

"It's the same with you. As long as you don't cause trouble here, and never plan to do so, then no matter what earth-shattering things you have done before, they can be redeemed and considered by me - except for those two dead people. The blood on their hands can be smelled from a long distance, and even if I let them go, they won't let me go - they deserve to die."

"Yes, he deserved it, yes."

Suhoru nodded repeatedly in gratitude, and at this time, Victoria also stood up and saluted Ron: "We have already carried out preliminary treatment, at least the sterilization and bleeding have been completed. Later, we will need your alchemical potion for further treatment and injury assessment."

"I see. Thank you." Ron's eyes passed over Victoria, Larissa, and Suholu and fell on the other two cultists. "You have also been seriously injured. Do you want to give it a try first? Just think of it as sharing Larissa's pain."

The two men looked at each other, and feeling that there was no room for bargaining, they nodded and walked up, took the potion from Ron, and signaled to their companions that the potion was normal. However, judging from their somewhat spastic facial expressions, pouring this bottle of potion into their stomachs was probably not a pleasant thing.

But now that things have come to this, they have no other choice.

"I don't recommend you drink it directly. I'm afraid your mouth and even your digestive tract will rot beyond recognition." Larissa stepped forward and wanted to be the third person to take the potion, but Ron blocked her way. "This is not a good thing."

"If you can still hold on, I suggest you come back to Green Swamp with me for further treatment. If you can't hold on..." Ron thought for a moment, stretched out his hand and drew a set of runes in the air. "This is a stopgap measure. Although it won't last long, it should be able to numb your nerves to some extent and help you reduce some of the pain. Don't worry, someone will carry you by the hand."

The orc priest of the Broken Tooth tribe came up quietly and bowed to Ron. "I didn't expect to see you here, dear lord. Although we gave up the opportunity to live in the city, you still didn't abandon us. I would like to express my gratitude to you on behalf of the surviving tribesmen."

"——By the way, I apologize. We rashly joined a turmoil and lost many people. This is my duty as a priest. I should——"

"No, it's not your fault," Ron motioned the old orc to get up, "In the Land of Delusion, I'm afraid no creature can escape this storm..." (End of this chapter)