Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

To my beloved:

I started writing to you again, after I thought we would meet again soon.

We have been apart for a long time. Please forgive me for not being able to complete the last journey. An accident pulled me out of the color loss, and now I have color again. Although you, the brightest color in my life, have left forever.

But the world has not fallen into boring black and white. Next, please allow me to spend some space to tell you everything I have experienced during this time...

Elden sat in the office of the Elden College and Green Swamp Town Branch, dipped his quill pen in ink again, and wrote by the window where the sun was splashing.

...Our achievements are entrusted to the lord here. He is very young and has talents and certain attainments in the fields of arcane, alchemy and enchantment. In the hands of him and his teacher, the lady Galannod you are talking about, our research will definitely reach new heights. I am looking forward to seeing that day.

However, unlike my appreciation of his talent, I cannot make an accurate judgment on Mr. Ron's ability as a lord - he may become an outstanding master or adventurer, but in terms of governing the territory, I can only say that I can see that he tried his best, but that's all. He is really not good at doing these things. Except for the perfect official inauguration banquet after the crisis contact, his other achievements are completely incomparable to his research results. He seems to have realized this, so he tried his best to train Mr. Quest, Mr. Seymour and Miss Constance as managers. They did a good job, at least allowing our lord to take a lot of time to travel around the world and even explore other universes.

He was not born here, so every holiday or free time, he would always leave the territory and go to his hometown to visit...

The dean raised his head and looked out the window, and a small flag poked out from the second floor of the lord's mansion. Every "insider" who saw this signal would understand that the lord was out again.

Although it is normal for lords to go hunting for fun, there are not many people like Ron who can easily cross the universe.

"Okay, that's about it, don't ask about the rest." Ron snapped his fingers in the bright and spacious conference room, and the whole person disappeared in the room immediately, leaving a group of designers staring at each other. When they reacted and began to sort out the information left by Ron like crazy, the perpetrator himself had appeared in the east of another continent, landing in the driver's seat of a convertible.

Until this moment, the existence of this car was perceived by passers-by again, but it was just a perception. No one noticed the incongruity above, and even if they saw it, they would not have the slightest curiosity or desire to explore.

"Didn't they get scared?" The woman half lying on the back seat of the car asked without raising her head, "Victoria went to visit the church in your area. It is said that it was recently opened."

She seemed to be rarely exposed to the sun. Her skin was pale and bloodless. A wide-brimmed sun hat blocked her red eyes, but compared with this, the white hair that fell like a waterfall was more eye-catching.

But in this world, this degree of peculiarity is not as eye-catching as her exaggerated body curves even under loose clothes.

"There is one person who has seen Elminster. It is not surprising. Many of their stories were heard from that person. I heard them second-hand from them at the beginning," Ron said with a smile, "It's a pity that Dreverdo and Sera didn't come, otherwise they would have broadened their horizons."

"They were kidnapped by Karad, and now I don't know where they are robbing houses." The woman next to Ron was not as strict as the one behind him. On the contrary, she showed her uniqueness generously. At a glance, she was a foreign friend. Ivy sat next to Ron so naturally, attracting many passers-by to cast envious glances.

Ron sighed. It was impossible for Karad and his goblins to be retained in a territory without a war. They all knew this, but they really didn't expect that Sera and Driver would also embark on the "journey" with them. I just don't know which unlucky people they are now.

Look at how good these people are. At most, they got lost during the trip at the beginning, and were mistaken for foreign friends, then foreign friends who knew Chinese, and then foreign friends who knew Chinese but were crazy...

"Sylvia, you go to accompany Victoria. Although her condition hasn't worsened since she got lost and came to my hometown, it hasn't improved either," Ron sighed, "You said, she obviously knows how to use mobile phone navigation..."

"Even if she can't, can't she use magic?" The dhampir showed a side of his teeth disguised as tiger teeth, "Okay, okay, I'll go find her. What are you two going to do while I'm away? What? Huh? "

"What are you talking about?" Ivy is not a shy person. She immediately raised her hand and knocked on the steering wheel. "Didn't he say last night that he also took us to visit several continents. It's time to go home and have a look."

"This is where I studied," Ron pointed to the tall buildings on the side of the road that were newly built. "'A university is not a place with big buildings, but a place with great masters.' Our class was in a hurry to cultivate great masters. The school started to build buildings only when we were about to graduate."

"Didn't you study for many more years?" Ivy asked with a smile, blinking.

Ron sighed even more seriously: "I didn't finish it three times after graduation - but it was finished after I was sent to another world!"

Facing a truly new situation, Ron and Ivy were not much different. They could only find people on campus one by one to find out the buildings and floors where their original colleges and research groups were located. Finally, under the guidance of an enthusiastic school girl, The two stood at the door of an office one behind the other.

"I thought you were going to see your parents first, but I didn't expect it to be your mentor." The half-elf raised his fingers and twirled his hair, covering up his slightly sharp ears without leaving a trace. "He must be very nice to you." ?”

"Very good, and I had an accident at school, so I should come see him first," Ron nodded, "By the way, let's see the reaction first. After all, here, I'm theoretically 'dead'. "

The door was not closed, so Ron raised his hand and knocked three times gently before walking in with Ivy. Judging from the furnishings inside, there should be two or three professors there, but at this time there was only one, which was Ron's mentor.

The professor, who originally had six or seven years to retire, but was inexplicably postponed for two more years, was staring at the computer screen in front of him. On it was the graduation thesis of this class of students that made people vomit three liters of blood. When Ron knocked on the door and came in, The professor glanced subconsciously, then lowered his head and said casually: "Come in, what do you want?"

"I don't remember recruiting European and American students this year..."

The professor suddenly paused, and even though he was well-informed and had left traces in most of the world's most highly ranked pharmaceutical laboratories, his mind also shut down for a moment.

"Teacher, it seems we haven't recruited European and American recruits for many years, right?" Ron's voice was like a devil's whisper, stimulating the professor's nerves.

Immediately afterwards, Ron and Ivy saw the teacher who had been sitting in the office for a long time jump up like a flaming arrow, jump back and almost jump onto the window sill, and in his mouth, Ron heard what he had not heard for a long time. An acquaintance of mine shouted out those two syllables with a perfect accent that could sum up countless meanings and emotions:

"F*ck!" (End of Chapter)