Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"I'm not bragging, but someone who has reached my status in the Dark Territory is far smarter than a cult leader." Salona smiled on her face and shook off the blood on the dagger in her hand without leaving a trace, "This This guy was originally a good 'bed partner', but as you can see, he has changed into this kind of behavior since he believed in some dragon society. Otherwise, after a few more decades of the Stenu dynasty, There should have been one more wily prince or a clean-handed politician."

"It's so clean. Is it because of you?"

"The Stenu dynasty is adjacent to the elves, and many nobles have something to do with those bugs in the woods. I am happy to do it for you - ah."

Salona saw Ron walking towards this side and quickly interrupted the conversation between Seymour and herself: "It's so rude. I should have met you first, but I just started talking to myself like this."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Ron waved his hand and walked over to draw out the gray mist and take away the soul of the dead funeral bishop. "Seymour is not an outsider either - but what should you call me? There was someone in the battle just now. Please forgive me if I have offended you.”

"I don't dare to bear your grudge," Salona laughed so hard that her flowers were trembling. "My useless tribesmen are still in your hands. How can I dare to pick on you?"

"This is Salona Colletine. As you can see, my benefactor, she is a drow like me, and she still believes in Rose." Seymour's expression was a little subtle, "To put it bluntly, she and I are somewhat similar. Relationship, uh, distant cousin.”

"Hey, we are on the same page in this regard, Seymour," Salona sneered, "But that's okay, anyway, I have always claimed that you are my distant cousin - you can accept this statement, Mr. Ron. "?"

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

Sylvia also cast her eyes at Salona. She and Seymour were in trouble, but she had never heard him say that he had such a "distant cousin". Judging from the other party's behavior, her status was It shouldn't be too low.

"It's not that our relationship is chaotic, benefactor!" Seymour quickly raised his voice to deny, "This... Well, I'm afraid you have heard that Drow's attitude towards certain things is more open than on the ground. Some. But I came up 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 must know, let me tell you this, Ms. Salonna, uh, miss, okay sister, she can indeed be my distant cousin, but at the same time, she is also my aunt and my aunt. , my cousin and even my aunt and..."

No one else needed to stop him, Seymour himself could no longer speak. He had always been emotionally stable and regarded it as a "stalker's self-cultivation". At this moment, he couldn't help but cover his face with his hands and turned the upper half of his body to the side. go.

"...Isn't your family's surname Mendel?"

Ron stayed where he was, ruminating in his mind for a long time but unable to figure out the chaotic relationship network of Seymour's family - this thing sounds much more exciting than Dream of Red Mansions!

"Who is Mendel? I have never heard of such a surname in the dark areas of this world, or is it actually a name?" Sallona shrugged, "The ancestor of my lineage is named Gregor Collettin, if you are interested If you want, you can look for his deeds.”

"Oh, Gregor, I took note of that..." Ron nodded numbly, and then realized after a while, "Isn't that still Mendel?!"

It is a pity that the fame of a certain saint-level figure has not spread far into the multiverse, but Salona and Seymour are probably used to this kind of exclamation after introducing their family background, and did not continue. Go deeper. The female drow, whose hair was neatly tilted to one side, put away a pair of daggers in her hands before handing the ring to Ron's hand.

"Sir, this is my 'sincerity'. Seymour said that you are a person who keeps his promises. Although I don't see it in my own eyes, I am willing to believe what he said."

"You will see," Ron smiled and nodded. He knew that the other party was talking about how 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 also seen that it is easy to scatter my troops during a war, but it will take a lot of effort even for the hobgoblins to reintegrate them."

"In that case," Salona sighed. She looked up at the sky, and there was already a glimmer of dawn in the distance. "Can you find us a place to avoid light, such as a cave or a cellar? You know , not all drow can move freely on the surface, and sunlight is equally harmful to us and our equipment."

"I completely 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 Salona brought far exceeded the number of people Ron and Sylvia could afford to teleport, but after a fight, the remaining drow, together with their equipment, returned It's within the acceptable range. After returning and explaining some matters to Karad and Jack, Ron led everyone through the magic circle and arrived at the mine on the other side.

Now there are no more ghouls here, but because the number of miners that can be gathered is limited, the mine is still deserted, and the drow assassins are not noisy, so although there are more than ten breathing sounds here, the corridor still seems empty.

The only sound is the bursts of snoring like thunder 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 showed my sincerity, are you still determined to break the contract? Are you going to imprison everyone outside here to do hard labor for you?! In this case, I'm afraid I can only-"

"Sarona, don't worry, don't worry," Seymour quickly stepped forward to explain, "Although there is a shortage of people here, we don't have to leave you here to go down to the mine. The one outside is not a guard, but a hill giant. The benefactor provides him with livestock as food. The big guy stays here to help open the mountain and mine-I'm afraid he can do more than all of you."

Seymour's words were a bit hurtful, but they were the truth: these drow are not good at strength, and their agility is useless when dealing with ores that are integrated with 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)