Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"I'm not bragging, but anyone who can reach my status in the Underdark is much smarter than a cult leader," Sarona said with a smile on her face, shaking off the blood on the dagger in her hand without leaving a trace. "This guy was originally a good 'bed partner', but as you can see, he has become like this since he believed in the Dragon Society. Otherwise, the Stenu Dynasty should have had another shrewd prince or a clean politician in a few decades."

"Clean and tidy, is it because of you?"

"The Sthenu Dynasty borders the elves, and many of the nobles have connections with the bugs in the forest. I'm happy to do it for you—ah."

Sarona saw Ron coming over here and quickly interrupted Seymour's conversation with her: "How rude! I should have met you first, but you just started chatting with me."

"It's okay, it's okay," Ron waved his hand, and walked over to lead out the gray fog, taking away the soul of the deceased funeral bishop. "Seymour is not an outsider either - but what should you call him? Please forgive me if I offended you during the battle just now."

"I dare not bear a grudge against you," Sarona laughed so hard that her body shook with laughter. "Those useless people of mine are still in your hands. How dare I pick on you?"

"This is Sarona Koletin. As you can see, she is a drow like me, and she still believes in Rose." Seymour's expression was a little subtle. "Speaking of which, she and I are somewhat related. Uh, a distant cousin."

"Tsk, we are in sync on this point, Seymour," Sarona sneered, "But it's okay, anyway, I have always claimed that you are my distant cousin - can you accept this statement, Sir Ron?"

Ron blinked. "If you can satisfy my curiosity... it sounds like your relationship is a little confusing?"

Sylvia also looked at Sarona. She and Seymour were friends through thick and thin, but she had never heard him say that he had such a "distant cousin". Judging from her behavior, her status should not be low.

"It's not that our relationship is messy, benefactor!" Seymour quickly raised his voice to deny, "This... Well, you may have heard about it. The attitude of the drow on certain things is more open than that on the ground. But I came up there a long time ago, and of course I won't get involved in the past, but I can't deny the mess left by my elders."

"If you really want to know, let me tell you this, Ms. Sarona, uh, miss, okay sister, she can indeed be my distant cousin, but at the same time she is also my aunt, my aunt, my cousin, and even my aunt and..."

Seymour could no longer speak without anyone stopping him. He was always emotionally stable and called it "the self-cultivation of a stalker", but at this moment he could not help but cover his face with his hands and turn his upper body to the side.

"…Isn't your family name Mendel?"

Ron stayed where he was, trying to figure out the confusing network of relationships in Seymour's family for a long time, but he still couldn't figure it out - this thing sounded much more exciting than Dream of the Red Chamber!

"Who is Mendel? I've never heard of such a surname or name in the dark area of ​​this world?" Sarona shrugged, "The ancestor of my lineage is Gregor Colletin. If you are interested, you can look up his deeds." "Oh, Gregor, I remember..." Ron nodded numbly, and it took him a while to react, "Isn't that still Mendel?!"

It was a pity that the reputation of a certain great figure of the level of the Holy Master had not spread far into the multiverse, but Sarona and Seymour were probably used to this kind of exclamation after introducing their family background, and did not continue to delve into it. The female drow with her hair neatly tilted to one side put away the pair of daggers in her hands first, and then handed the ring to Ron.

"Sir, this is my sincerity. Seymour said that you are a man who keeps his promises. Although I did not see it with my own eyes, I am willing to believe him."

"You'll see," Ron nodded with a smile. He knew that the other party was talking about the fact that he continued to attack after "exchanging hostages" with the cultist. "But you may need to wait for a while, ma'am. After all, you have seen the troops under my command. It is easy to spread them out during a war, but it will take some effort for even the hobgoblins to reunite them."

"In that case," Sarona sighed. She looked up at the sky and saw a glimmer of dawn in the distance. "Can you find a place for us to avoid sunlight? Caves, cellars, etc. will do. You know, not all drow can move freely on the surface. Sunlight is harmful to us and our equipment."

"I totally understand." Ron waved his hand to open a portal. "We have a mine here. If you don't mind, you can avoid the scorching sun there."

The number of people brought by Sarona far exceeded the number of people that Ron and Sylvia could afford to transport, but after a fight, the remaining drow and their equipment were still within the tolerable range. After returning and briefly explaining the matter to Kalade and Jack, Ron led everyone through the magic circle and arrived at the mine on the other side.

There were no more zombies here now, but because the number of miners that could be gathered was limited, the mine was still deserted, and the drow assassins did not make any noise, so even though there were a dozen more breathing sounds here, the corridor still seemed empty.

The only sound was the thunderous snoring coming from the gradually brightening sky and earth outside.

"What's that sound?" Sarona looked at Ron in doubt, "It sounds like some kind of...big guy. Even after I expressed my sincerity, are you still determined to break the contract? Are you going to imprison everyone outside here and make them do hard labor for you?! In this case, I'm afraid I can only--"

"Sarlona, ​​don't worry, don't worry," Seymour stepped forward to explain. "Although we are short of manpower here, we don't have to leave you here to work in the mines. The guy outside is not a guard, he is a hill giant. His benefactor provides him with livestock as food. The big guy is staying here to help with mining. I'm afraid he can do more than all of you combined."

What Seymour said was a bit hurtful, but it was the truth: these drow were not known for their strength, and their agility was of no use when dealing with the minerals that were integrated into the mountains.

"That's right," Sera agreed, hugging her shoulders. "Instead of locking you up here, why not spread you out and let us catch slaves - Hey, Sylvia, stop joking, I'm just kidding! (End of this chapter)