Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Who is it? Don't hide your head and show your tail!"

There was a noise from the window behind him, and Ron looked sideways, but it was Drayford wearing the rag called a "cloak" and squatting on the window sill with a short bow in his hand, looking around warily.

"Did you see what it was?"

Ron asked quickly. After all, humans don't have dark vision.

"The enemy, over there!" Drayford raised his short bow and suddenly pointed it in a certain direction.

"Don't! Don't do anything. If you have something to say, please say it!"

The creature in the dark seemed to know that it had been discovered, and quickly jumped out from behind a low wall. The two people raised their hands and leaned over slowly.

"Wait! Don't attack them yet," Ron frowned and stood in front of Drayford, "What does this sound sound like..."

Like an old man?

Sure enough, when the other party slowly came closer and exposed themselves to the firelight, both Ron and Dreyfus could easily see that these two uninvited guests were not monsters in the wild, but just two old men. Just defenseless humans.

Judging from their faces and clothes, they should be an old couple.

"Who are you?" Ron asked again, "Why are you still wandering out so late?"

"We are the residents of this village!" the old woman babbled angrily, "and we should ask you and this...you two this question, right?"

"I have lived in the village for sixty years and I have never seen you!"

"Okay, okay," her wife secretly saw Drivedo raising the short bow again, and hurriedly gave her a tug, "I see that although the two of them are foreign travelers, they have nothing to do with the outside of Fromm. Those northern barbarians are definitely not from the same group, and they shouldn’t make things difficult for us two old farmers with nothing, right?”

"After being robbed by those bandits, we have nothing. Now we just want to return to the land that raised us and fend for ourselves..."

The old man pointed to the old house made of mud and straw next to him: "Look, that's our home."

"You don't have anything at home anymore, right? Why are you coming back?"

Ron looked at each other up and down. He couldn't see anything against them anyway. They were probably just two ordinary elderly villagers.

"And you said, barbarian? Robbery? What happened?"

"What else can happen? Just like what I said," the old man seemed a little angry, but in the end it turned into a helpless sigh, "Don't you know? More and more northerners have abandoned their homes recently. Started to move south."

"Supposedly something terrible happened in their hometown."

"But we are also suffering from natural disasters, drought and famine. You must have seen the dry Levin River on the way here."

"We also had to start moving, and our destination was the same - the town of Flåm over there."

"Wait, you mean, there's a town nearby?" Ron interrupted and asked, "We haven't heard of it yet."

The old man raised his head in surprise and glanced at Ron: "You don't know? Then you must have been wandering in the wilderness for a long time. After all, there are no other settlements around here except villages."

"It is really rare these days for travelers without a map and guide..."

"Well... we had an accident," Ron said vaguely. "Accidents always happen on this continent, right?"

"Yes, you are right..."

The elderly villager sighed again: "It's like we didn't expect that there would be refugees robbing other refugees..."

"We all lack water, food and shelter, but Fromm is just a town and there is no way to accommodate so many people at once, so the mayor there thought of a way:"

"They have created an entire area outside the town, and all outsiders are required to live there temporarily. The town will provide us with a small amount of water and food every day."

"And if someone wants permission to enter the town of Frome they need to submit an application and only those who are able will be approved."

"Provide drinking water?" Ron raised his eyebrows, "It seems that the place is not affected by the drought?"

"In fact, it has been affected, but it is much milder - at least the water source there has not been completely cut off."

The old man said slowly: "I heard that the former mayor of Fromm was a far-sighted man. He built aqueducts and reservoirs many years ago. And the current mayor also persuaded Priests from major churches and some mages perform water-making spells every day, so their water resources are quite abundant."

Ron heard this and patted his forehead gently.

Yes, there is magic in this world. How could he forget this?

The water creation spell can create up to ten gallons, or forty liters, of water at a time. One caster's single cast is enough to supply the daily water needs of at least twenty people.

In Ron's previous life, and in this world, disasters that were difficult for ordinary people to deal with were simply not worth mentioning in the face of supernatural forces.

It seems there is hope!

"Young people, are you planning to go to Fromm?" The old man looked at Ron's eyes, and he couldn't help but smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Don't blame me for throwing cold water on you, do you still remember why we want to come back? "

"Although the mayor gave us people enough supplies to survive, those people from the north were probably tortured and frightened by the disaster. They were simply unable to be satisfied with a hand-to-mouth life."

"At first, they stole and cheated, then in the name of collecting protection fees, and then they started robbing openly..." The old man shook his head, "The people who come from the north are basically strong and tall young people, like my wife and I. Old Bones, how can you resist them? You have to hand over the little things you have in your hands every time - including those we brought from home."

"Robbers! They are simply robbers!" Drayford jumped out of the window and cursed angrily, "How could they steal our jobs?!"

And it's actually cross-business. Due to their own strength, goblins can basically only engage in theft in the settlements of other races, but those Yankees are also engaged in underworld and robbery!

It is unbearable!

"Haha... This friend of yours speaks very interestingly, with a special accent."

The old man laughed twice and quickly reached back to stop his wife who wanted to ask more questions.

He could guess that these two people were probably not good friends. But considering that the other party has not shown any hostility so far, it is better not to pierce this layer of window paper.