Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 53 Sudden Heavy Rain

It has the body of a lion, speaks the common language... and swears.

Ron always felt that he must have seen it in some work in his previous life, but he really couldn't remember it clearly.

"Anyway, you should all go to our trading post and take a rest. We also need to go back and rest now, and then we can go to the place you mentioned and see if we can find your goods."

Since they had no idea what to do and everyone was not in good condition, Ron could only suggest that Sulina and the others go back to the trading post to rest and wait until tomorrow.

"Well, our horses are probably eaten anyway, and there's nowhere else to go." Su Lina had no choice but to say.

"But please open up a safe passage as soon as possible. If, if you can really do it, there will definitely be a lot of merchants and guilds willing to pay a high price to buy a way through here!"

The robbers in the Gobi Desert are at least humane. In most cases, they are willing to spend money to avoid disaster. They may even spend money to hire a gang of bandits as bodyguards to ensure the safe passage of the caravan. However, the monsters here do not agree with this kind of transaction model.

If Ron and his team could really accomplish this feat, all those towns that relied on exploiting timid merchants and travelers could take a break.

However, Ron remained noncommittal about this matter - they were still wandering around the periphery, and as far as they knew, they knew basically nothing about what was inside - very few people could come out alive from the depths of the Delusion Land, and what these businessmen called "crossing" the Delusion Land was nothing more than skirting the edge.

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"Healing potions, fire glue, poison..." After returning to the trading post, Sulina and the others settled down in the guest room, while Ron and his companions began to work. He asked Lavinia to help them and quickly made a batch of alchemical potions to carry with them - both for healing and combat applications.

Ron also planned to learn two more commonly used spells from Lavinia in case of emergency.

Victoria frowned as she walked around the nearby village that the villagers had built, her eyebrows drawing closer together as she held a shield made from discarded wooden boards.

"This thing certainly can't withstand a claw from a griffin, though I've only heard of those creatures."

"I would like to lend you the tower shield, but you probably can't lift it." Ivy said without raising her head while washing clothes with the borrowed soapberry starch.

In addition to chanting spells, spellcasters sometimes need to coordinate gestures and materials, otherwise it is easy to cause spellcasting failure. Therefore, most spellcasters will avoid carrying heavy armor and shields, and it is best to wear a light robe like Ron.

Even if Victoria can lift the tower shield, she can't cast spells so she can only be a half-baked warrior, and her function as a priest is over.

"Forget it, let's just make do with it." Victoria took out the guest registration form she had registered a few days ago, "I'll go back to Flåm when I'm free."

As for the other two, there was nothing to prepare. For Sera and Driver, good health and enough sleep were the best preparations.

"Oh, are you going out?" The next morning, Sulina saw Ron and others gathering at the door and greeted them.

Her eyes fell on Victoria's "shield", and the latter obviously noticed the Bronze Dragonborn's gaze, turned away in embarrassment, and urged Ron to set off quickly. "Actually, you don't have to be so embarrassed. This is the norm for adventurers. It's different from guards, right?" Ivy comforted, "When I was in the most difficult time before, I had to 'borrow' some farm tools from the farmland on the roadside as weapons to complete the commissioned tasks. We are still doing well now."

"But you are the least qualified to comfort others right now, right?" Ron glanced at her. "Is someone's equipment the most valuable in the team right now?"

"You get what you pay for!" Ivy retorted, with one hand on her hips. "If it weren't for me, all the spoils you looted would have to be exchanged for healing potions!"

This is the truth. In so many battles where the few defeated the many, and the weak defeated the strong, it was thanks to Ivy who held the line in the front, otherwise Victoria and Sera alone would definitely not be able to hold up the defense.

Ron, the mage, couldn't find a place to stand, but it was easy to prepare spells - just use the maximum shield spell.

The quarrels along the way were one of the regular activities of their team, but unfortunately the weather was not good. After walking for half a day, the sky suddenly became gloomy. Lightning flashed across the cloudy sky, followed by a rumbling thunder in the distant sky.

The storm is coming.

"Ah! I hate this damn weather!" Sera shook off the water on her body like a cat in annoyance. "This place is no different from the north before. Heavy rain comes without warning!"

"My clothes are sticking to me!"

"That's because you haven't seen the rain since the beginning of autumn. Frome is too dry," Victoria raised her "shield" to block the rain. "It's really annoying to have continuous drizzle for several months at a time."

What she hated most was the guard duty in that season. No matter whether they were wearing long boots or short boots, no one could run away. Once they took them off in the dormitory, there was no way anyone could stay in the room - it was still raining outside.

"The weather in Rose City is pretty good. There will be a lot of handsome guys and beautiful girls taking this opportunity to have some fun in the rain, and my pub will make a lot of money," Ivy grinned. "And in that weather, Mom won't be able to hang around - the stories she tells are as delicious as the scones she makes!"

Ron could sense the obvious alienation between Sera and Victoria: Ivy's past was a real blow to two people whose families were not so happy.

"We didn't have any scones to eat back then," Driver grumbled, "but rainy days are good weather! The prey's vision is obstructed and they're not as active, so it's a good time to hunt!"

Ron didn't join the topic. He grew up in the south when he was a child, and grew up in a town in the north when he was a teenager. After going to school, he went to a place further south, so he had experienced both heavy rain and continuous drizzle. If he had to say, he didn't like the rainy season in autumn and winter - it was freezing cold in the house, especially when he was cleaning instruments for experiments.

The ultrasonic cleaning machine in the laboratory is what he likes to use most at this time. Although the buzzing noise is annoying, the water inside is usually not too cold.

"This should be where they were attacked," Ivy's eyes pierced through the rain and pointed to a bumpy field beside the road.

There, a carriage lay overturned on the side of the road, apparently having been violently dismantled, with broken wooden planks scattered all over the ground.

(End of this chapter)