Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"What a pity, Sarona," the voice that made the female drow excited and hateful sounded, and the owner's face still had that hypocritical gentle smile. If he hadn't been carrying an unconscious goblin, he would have been the most out-of-place presence here - even if everything here was to blame on him. "I always thought that the drow were fearless warriors, and the women among them were the best of the best. Are you going to sell me to that hairy boy?"

"You really disappoint me."

"I should be the one to say this," Sarona snorted coldly, "You let us fall into danger! The opponent's strength is not what we agreed! I want you to give me an explanation!"

"Explanation? Interesting," Luibold tilted his head. This action would be innocent and cute on a little girl, but there would be no good words to describe it when a bald man did it. "You should go and ask for the explanation from those two Ash Priests who were on the reconnaissance. Oh, sorry, they are already dead and have become your supplies."

"To be honest, I'm surprised you guys still can't beat me in this situation. But no matter what, I've already given my personal 'opinion', which has turned into a sweet fragrance."

Zhuo Er was shocked by the other party's shamelessness. Her voice suddenly rose an octave: "You mean, you knew all this a long time ago?!"

"I'm not a warrior, Sarona, but at least I have a brain." The funeral bishop raised his other hand and tapped his bald head. "This is the border of their territory. The fact that only thirty or forty goblins gathered around their leader is not necessarily the result of carelessness."

After that, the bishop stopped answering Zhuo Er and nodded slightly to Ron and Kalade who were not far away: "Good evening, both of you. It's nice to meet you."

Kalade responded with a cold snort, while Ron did not respond at all, but only fixed his eyes on the goblin's hand controlled by Louis Pod, which made the bishop raise his eyebrows slightly.

"I heard that the lord here is a descendant of a hidden noble, and is polite, modest and kind, but now it seems that this is not the case."

"You don't have to go to such lengths to call me a peasant. I have everything I want to say to you," Ron sneered. "I won't show courtesy to the other side on the battlefield unless he is ready to surrender - do you want to do that?"

"It seems that being with a group of goblins has made you lose your correct judgment of the act of 'war', sir," Luibold shook his head with some regret, "What are you going to say next? 'There is no distinction between high and low on the battlefield'? Absurd argument."

"These drow and shadow guards are at my disposal, and those goblins are your toys. Let them fight, and we only need to negotiate after everything is over, exchange prisoners, and each of us will bring out bargaining chips. Don't you think so?"

"I am not your toy!" Sarona shouted angrily, "How dare you--"

"Shut up, you are their prisoner now. I am thinking about how to get you back." Luibod glanced at Zhuo Er coldly, then looked at Ron, "What do you think, sir?"

"I don't believe a word you say," Ron shook his head, "but why not tell me, what are you going to do to get your people back?"

"Ron, are you really going to agree to his request?" Kalade looked at Ron and asked. Ron did not speak, but just shook his hand slightly.

"It's simple. Use him in exchange," Luibold said, holding up the "Gnome" in his hand. "This guy is not an ordinary goblin, right? Although he has passed out, he still maintains his transformed state. It's really surprising."

"It's Jack," Karad whispered, "The situation was a bit chaotic before, and I didn't have the energy to take care of him."

"Not enough," Ron nodded, looking at the other party without changing his expression, "I have about thirty prisoners here. If you plan to exchange one for thirty, you can shut up."

"It seems that you have been with the goblins for too long and your mind is not clear anymore," the bishop said regretfully, "I only need Sarona, why do I need others? They are just..." The funeral bishop glanced at the male drow and didn't even look at the so-called "shadow guards": "Haha."

"Luipaud, you bastard!" Sarona interrupted him angrily, "Even if they are men, they are Rose's followers! You have no right to decide our life or death!"

"It seems that you haven't reached an agreement," Ron's mouth curled up slightly, "but I think you seem to have some self-awareness. Let's do this, contact your colleagues, ask them to stay away from here and stop interfering in the nonsense of Delusion Land, and I will promise you - Jack can save someone's life in exchange."

"If you don't add a premise, it seems like a wise move," Luibold smiled. "Sir, the land here has an owner, and it belongs to my lord. Your statement is tantamount to asking us to cede a large piece of territory at the same time, which is a bit too much."

"How about I propose a plan: I will contact my colleagues and ask them to stop harassing you temporarily and let you leave here safely. How about that?"

"Otherwise, when the power of our Lord descends like thunder and everything turns to ashes and ruins, it will be too late for you to regret."

Ron looked at him. The unusual silence forced Luibaud to concentrate fully to deal with any possible situation. Finally, after this difficult moment, Ron suddenly said something without a beginning or an end:

“Would you watch a cooked duck fly off the table?”

"……Feel sorry?"

"I've had one or two encounters with that dragon lich. If you want to fool me, you'd better not use what you said just now," Ron said slowly. "Although I don't understand the specific principle, we are the key part of its final step - it may even be the final step itself, so even though we don't suit its wishes, we have to use it. In this case, do you think we can really get away?"

"You..." Bishop Luitpold frowned, "You know more than I thought."

"It seems that we will have to fight again in the near future, 'Lord'," the bishop stopped dwelling on this issue after a moment, "but at least we can reach a basic consensus. Let Sarona come out. I will exchange the captives here with you."

"Okay," Ron nodded despite Karad's objecting look, "Karad, let that woman out."

The hobgoblin sighed and waved his hand to signal the goblins to make way. However, just as Luipod was about to leave with Sarona, an arrowhead suddenly shot out from the forest and pierced the side of his shoe. On a tree branch not far away, a hunter whose attire was obviously different from the surrounding goblins was looking at the cultists and female drow below with a joking look.

"Sir Ron, what do you mean by this?" Luibold turned to look at Ron, "Are you going to break your promise? You are..."

"Although I don't think there will be any serious consequences even if I break my promise," Ron yawned and stretched, "but I must make it clear that I have no intention of going back on my word."

"What about this?"

"Didn't we agree on this just now, Jack, to trade for Sarona, one for one?" Ron stood still, but several figures that had just been obscured by darkness appeared next to Louis Pod. The most conspicuous one among them was a half-elf holding a huge tower shield that was more than one meter tall.

"So she can go but - you have to stay." (End of this chapter)