Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 362: Did you buy your head wholesale?

Victoria was soon found. When the pastor arrived, Ron and Gillianis had already given Pelgrand preliminary first aid measures, so the pastor succeeded in saving Pelgrand's life with almost no effort. When the pastor opened her eyes again, she saw Gillianis's beautiful and flawless face like jade, and warm air was wrapping her whole body.

"I heard that... you will feel warm before you freeze to death," Perglen laughed from the bottom of his throat, "Am I at this stage now... Angels, come and pick me up."

“Lord, I have failed you…”

"You'd better wake up, or you will fail us before you fail your Lord," a baritone that sounded extremely familiar and even kind sounded in her ears, "Priest Perglan, Sera did not bring you back for you to see the angels."

"That's hard to say," another rough female voice immediately refuted, "If she really fought against the abyss, she would definitely be able to go to Valhalla. The Valkyrie who leads the heroic spirits should at least be considered an angel, right?"

Okay, now Perglan knew exactly where she was - it seemed that Tyr didn't need her service much, and she was rescued by the lord of the delusion land!
Perglen forced herself to sit up, and Victoria and Sera's strong arms supported her, so that she would not be completely unable to move: "Sir Ron? Is it really you?"

"It's me, Priest Pelgrand," Ron put the bottle of potion he had just taken out back to its original place and appeared in front of Pelgrand, "Why are you here? Where are Judge Aaron and the others?"

"It's 'Bishop Perglan', never mind," the priest subconsciously wanted to correct him, but then he smiled bitterly, "Just call me Perglan. Now I am no longer a member of the church. I am now a heretic. They, including Lao Lei, are hunting me down. I have no choice but to come to you..."

"Oh, we've escaped from the molten iron barrier? That's good."

"Don't be so quick to refuse," Perglen interrupted Ron. "You can wait until you hear my intelligence before making a decision... Wait, what did you say?"

"That's great. We certainly welcome you to join us," Ron said matter-of-factly. "Fighting the Abyss is no different. Why do you have to follow the Molten Iron Barrier?"

"You just agreed to it?" Pelgrand was shocked. "No need to swear? No need to be examined? No contract? Aren't you afraid that I'm an undercover agent?!"

"I don't think you... they are that flexible," Ron shrugged. "And looking at your frostbitten condition, if this is a self-torture tactic, then it's too harsh. The people who sent you here really don't worry that you will freeze to death on the road."

"But now is not the time to talk about this. You just said you have information? Why don't you tell me about it?"

"It's about Rose City! The person you suspected at the beginning was indeed problematic!" Perglen spoke incoherently, and it was obvious that she herself was a little confused. "But compared to this, there is another group of people waiting for you to rescue. Their leader asked me to run first and come to ask you for help!"

"They are Centaurs, and their leader is called...Zantia!"

"Zantia?" Ron stood up suddenly. How come this group of people brought trouble to him again? "Who attacked them? Could it be orcs again?" Even if it was orcs, they would not be the same group as before. After all, under the leadership of the old priest, they had become residents here. How could they have so much free time in such a cold day to go looking for trouble with Zantia?

"No, it's another group of people, and..." Perglen's expression was indescribably sad, "and Lao Lei and the others."

When Ron gathered the others and rushed to the location where Perglan had roughly described and Sera had found her, they saw two groups of people, horses, and horses engaged in a fierce sit-down war beside a path. There were several bodies left in the open space between the two groups, and it seemed that they had experienced a real fight before.

But the physique of the centaurs was obviously beyond the reach of ordinary races. Judging from the corpses on the ground, the pursuers obviously did not get the upper hand. Among those knights with solemn faces, Ron saw the knight who stood out from the crowd.

Raymond Aaron, he obviously noticed Ron as well. He didn't expect that the two would meet again under such circumstances.

"Mr. Ron, how are you?" Chief Judge Aaron bowed on his horse. "I'm sorry I can't dismount to meet you. We have other official business today, which has nothing to do with you. Please don't stop us."

"You, the people of the Iron Forging Order, are carrying out official duties on my territory?!" It would have been better if Aaron hadn't said anything. As soon as he finished speaking, Ron took off his bow and said, "Do you know how far this place is from the trading post? Do you have permission to pass?"

"Well... I'm very sorry," Aaron said this, but he had no intention of leaving. "We will compensate you later. I swear on the reputation of the Molten Iron Barrier—"

"You got it wrong, Mr. Raymond," Ron curled his lips, "If it weren't for you and Priest Perglen, I wouldn't have said a word. Now, leave immediately, don't make me invite you."

"Aren't you the most orderly ones? What are you doing now?!"

"The order of the church is higher than the laws of the local lords. My Lord, I am very sorry," Aaron sighed, "Also, let me remind you that neither these centaurs nor Bishop Perglen are your subjects. If you want to drive us away, shouldn't they be too?"

"Sir Ron..." Zandia turned her upper body and looked at Ron worriedly. She certainly thought Ron was a good person, but facing the pressure of the molten iron barrier...

"Ron, don't get in the way!" Kolzm, who was standing next to Aaron, shouted loudly. He waved his sword and shield in a protest. "The cult is performing its duties, and we also have to deal with the affairs of the tribe. You'd better get out of the way!"

"You ungrateful bastard!" Before Ron could even open his mouth, Sera at the side couldn't help but curse, "When you were here, you ate us and took our things, and now you have the nerve to come back and ask us to get out of the way?"

The furious barbarian lifted his hood, showed the Blue Wave Grip, took several steps forward, and stood side by side with Zandia. She spoke the words she had just learned from the merchants in the market, but was surprisingly aggressive: "Come, come, come! You were just our prisoners a few months ago. Let me see if your head is wholesale after you recognize a master!"

(End of this chapter)