Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

The weather is gradually getting warmer, and as the first batch of seeds in nearly a hundred years are planted and grow, the dreamland has also ushered in a rare busy farming scene.

The druids from the city-state alliance were hired at great expense to safeguard the growth of crops. With the help of these people who work with nature, farmers at least do not need to worry about having no harvest this year due to abnormal weather. They can even look forward to a harvest season in a few months.

However, even if all the crops really died as expected, the territory would not face famine directly - the newly purchased herds had arrived, and these livestock would share the rich wild resources of the delusional land with their owners. According to estimates, even in the worst case scenario, the current reserves would be enough to support the arrival of the next harvest season.

Moreover, Ron is also actively selling local minerals and alchemical potions to the surrounding areas in exchange for the necessary materials. Purgatory is still buying deep silver from the Delusion Land at a high price. Coupled with the profits brought by the location of the trade route of the Delusion Land itself, the operation of the territory cannot be said to be perfect, but at least it can operate normally.

But it is said that the lord is still obsessed with developing farmland and hoping to claim space from swamps and jungles. Jack does not quite understand this approach. In his opinion, the current situation of the territory is better than many places, and there is no need to worry about the issue of self-production and self-sale of food.

In any case, most territories, city-states and even kingdoms cannot do this - except for those legendary kingdoms in heaven that can "have everything without relying on foreign goods", most of them still on earth must rely on trade to make ends meet.

After all, no matter how much land all the lords have, it is ultimately limited: if there are large plains suitable for farming, it will be difficult to produce a large amount of wood; if there are continuous forests, don't expect to have high-quality minerals at the same time... In short, there are gains and losses, except for the original Hailan Empire.

But the Hailan Empire had been overthrown by the coalition forces of various races for a long, long time.

Jack looked at the Green Marsh Town in the distance with a little awe: there had even been an enclave of the empire here before. He himself still remembered the days when he cowered in the shadow of the expanding empire.

The life span of the double body was also very long. At that time, he was not yet a painter, and even paint and drawing boards were extremely unfamiliar things in his eyes.

but now……

Jack hummed a leisurely Yungang tune, dipped his brush in his own specially formulated oil paint, and began to outline the unfinished work in front of him. One of the key points of oil painting is the pigment. Famous painters must have their own unique formula and unrepeatable colors. Although Jack has not been famous for decades, he believes that this is due to his racial sensitivity and his inability to be high-profile.

At least in his own opinion, he has reached the master level - the dozen or so paints in his hand were all mixed by himself!

Ever since the lord found a more convenient way to use enchanted arrows, Jack no longer had to rush to work every now and then, which allowed him to continue his hobbies in his spare time. What's even better was that when he was no longer facing the pressure of survival, the scenery of the delusion land was exactly the colors Jack had always dreamed of depicting!

Is there anything more exciting than this? No!

Jack freely expressed his inspiration in his paintings, not noticing the gradual darkening of the sky - this allowed his paintings to reflect the morning, noon and dusk at the same time, making it impossible to sell his paintings as traditional art - but the author felt very satisfied.

However, just as Jack was about to pack up and go home, he suddenly stopped: he noticed something unusual in the painting.

There was a dark mass there.

"What did I put there?" Jack widened his eyes in shock. This was a huge blow to his career!

Apart from anything else, the loss of this masterpiece that took him a whole day to create was enough to make him feel distressed. How could he be so careless... huh?

In annoyance, Jack couldn't help but move his face closer to the picture. With the increasingly dim light, he suddenly felt that this didn't seem to be a "stain" that he had put there accidentally, but rather more like a scene that he had deliberately sketched out - but when was it?

Jack quickly glanced at the sky above which corresponded to this point: around noon, this painting remembered the time!
It should have been painted while he was eating. At that time, he was completely focused on the lunch in his hands. It is very likely that he did not pay attention to the details and simply painted the scenery he saw.

But what is this?
Jack observed carefully, but he couldn't remember the specific details. As a shapeshifter whose innate ability was to read memories, Jack had to admit that his brain was not good enough. Maybe it was the hidden injury left when he went underground with Brother Quest last year.

The painter shook his head, thinking that his guess was very reasonable, but so what? It didn't affect his work and hobbies. It was damaged, but it was a pity for the painting - but it was painted by himself, so it couldn't be considered a stain, nor a mistake.

If it's not a mistake, then my work is still perfect! Jack indeed!

After his sudden enlightenment, the painter contentedly carried his things and left the shooting location, but he did not notice at all that shortly after he left, a tall figure between illusion and reality appeared where he had originally sat.

"It's a terrible painting," the figure muttered, "but he was able to see our presence."

"Are you going to kill him?" Another voice seemed to come from the tree. "It will only take a moment. It will be easy."

"No," the figure below immediately stopped his companion's reckless idea, "We have finally managed to sneak in, and we should avoid any risk that may lead to exposure - Bishop Buckman reminded us so."

"Even he was dug out by the spies here, so we should be more careful and not alert the enemy. He is just a civilian, so let him go."

"Yeah, he didn't see anything anyway."

"To be on the safe side, let me confirm again: Did he really not see anything?"

"Of course," the man in the tree was very confident in his ability, "I read his surface memory. At first, he even thought it was a stain."

"That's all, but just in case, we should change our hiding place - everything is for the final destruction."

"Everything is for the final destruction."

The two voices disappeared in the wind one after the other, and on the other side, a man who looked like a halfling and dressed as a painter could no longer hold on, turned around and ran towards the direction of Green Swamp Town! (End of this chapter)