Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 21 Dinner in Frome

Ron had hardly had a good rest since crossing over, and this night was no exception.

The difference is that this time it was because I was too excited.

Learning magic in this world is no harder than the profession in the previous life, spells are no harder to learn than Latin, and symbols are no harder to remember than structural formulas. As a systematic subject, everything has a traceable path.

The moonlight shone on the window frame, casting a shadow of a figure. It was a tiefling wrapped in a blanket, spending the night on the windowsill.

The next day, they were all preparing for a possible battle. Ron went out and bought an ordinary notebook to use as a temporary spell book, and also bought some materials.

"Those people from the Ochre Tribe are still downstairs." Ron discussed the situation with his companions when he came back, "and I also saw some people from other northern tribes on the street."

"Those from the Dire Wolf Tribe?" Ivy was extremely disgusted with that group of guys.

"I don't know, but I didn't see that Halleck." Ron shook his head slightly. "But no matter which tribe he is from, Quest is right. It looks like tonight won't be peaceful."

This tension lasted until the mayor's banquet began. In the town square, several long tables were neatly arranged, and vendors selling various foods and goods were scattered around the periphery. In the crowd, Ron also saw the blacksmith from the blacksmith shop, the tailor from the tailor shop, as well as Lavinia and Boonie.

However, the latter two were not present as vendors, but as guests at the table.

"Oh, hi! Ron, and Ivy, you are here too!" Today, Bonnie was dressed very solemnly. She wore a set of pure white priest robes, held an oak staff in both hands, and even used light magic to embellish it. When she saw Ron and the others, she immediately pulled Lavinia to run towards them.

However, due to the height of a halfling, Ron could not feel much of the sacredness and majesty of a priest in her. Instead, she looked more like a cute doll.

"If you dare to say it out loud, I will never give you any discount again."

Lavinia looked up at Ron. The halfling with a ghostly mind could communicate telepathically with any creature within nine meters. Her voice immediately rang in Ron's heart.

It seemed like she had a similar feeling, otherwise she wouldn't have reminded Ron like that.

"Ah, Bunny! Lady Luck (Taymora) must be very kind to her believers, because she looks so pious today!"

Ron immediately began to perform in an exaggerated manner, but perhaps he lacked the acting proficiency, and Bruni was not happier for it.

"Thank you, and may the goddess of smiles look after you all." Bunny smiled faintly, "She likes those who are extremely skilled and courageous the most. I only wish to be able to listen to Her teachings and gospel."

Tymora was not a strict goddess, and her teachings and beliefs were tolerant, so Ron did not make a mistake, he just spoke in an amateurish way.

"To be able to preside over Her church in such a remote place, and as a halfling - of course you are also a fan of the lady." Ivy smiled and nudged Ron with her elbow, quickly trying to smooth things over.

The halfling priest thought about it, and finally nodded, revealing a smile from the bottom of his heart.

While chatting here, Ron heard the deep and powerful voice that belonged to the northern barbarians not far away. "It's so boring!" Sera complained to the tribesmen in boredom, "When will the banquet start?!"

"Indeed, my stomach is growling!" Bald Olaf echoed, "The food and wine are right on the table, why can't we eat right away?!"

"Barbarians," an elf glanced at them with a tone full of contempt, "You should at least learn some basic etiquette! The master of this place hasn't even appeared yet!"

They had seen this elf Ron before. He lived in room 203 of the tavern. It seemed that he was also planning to join the pioneer group.

"Shut up, you piece of shit!" Sera growled threateningly, "Or I'll rip your head out of your mouth!"

"That's one of the people Quest mentioned to us yesterday," Ivy pretended to relax her arms and whispered to Ron amid the friction of armor, "He, like Quest, came from the other side of Delusion Land."

"Quest said he probably represented the interests of other lords."

At this time, a group of guards surrounded a short and fat man and walked up to the podium: "Quiet, everyone! Quiet!"

"I am very glad that you can attend the dinner hosted by me. It is a great honor! Please allow me to express my gratitude to you again!"

The short and fat man was dressed gorgeously and had a huge jewel ring on his right hand, which he kept stroking habitually while talking.

"I am the twelfth mayor of Fromm, Victor Fromm. According to our tradition, the successor to the mayor must change his or her surname to the name of the town to show his or her determination to serve the town and its citizens to the best of his or her ability. I dare not boast, but I am indeed working hard for this."

"The ring he's wearing is a magical item for amplifying sound. The volume can be adjusted manually." Lavinia whispered to Ron.

This man is probably one of the few people here who can speak the same language with her.

"However," Victor changed the subject, "Although I am reluctant to admit it, I have to regretfully tell you that my ability may be reaching its limit. As you have heard and seen every day, we have too many refugees gathered here, and the turnover capacity of Flåm is limited. We can't support so many people."

There was a loud clamor from below. Many of the people here were from the refugee camp, so they naturally reacted to Victor's words - from confusion to anger.

“Quiet, please be quiet!” Victor’s voice was obviously much louder, and he finally suppressed the noise below. “But I will never abandon you! Since the establishment of Frome Town, there has never been such a tradition!”

"So I held this banquet and sincerely invited you all to discuss the follow-up development. I have an idea!"

"If Fromm is too small to accommodate such a large population, we should acquire more land! To the south of here, there happens to be such an area with rich resources and complex terrain. It has never been truly conquered, so people who have been there have given it a name: Delusion Land. This is to express the wishful thinking of those who intend to occupy it."

"But from now on, I hope to break this nonsense! We should strive for more living space, instead of being scared by rumors and stories and being hesitant to move forward - I am willing to help you form a pioneering group and conquer the dreamland!"

“All problems will be solved!”

(End of this chapter)