Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 63: New Willow Library

Looking at this huge "lump" of five meters long coiled in the mud pit, Ron found it hard to imagine the other party's mentality when he said that he was still young.

No matter how many movies, TV shows and documentaries you have watched in your past life, or even the skeletons of prehistoric beasts you have seen in museums, none of these can be as shocking as seeing a real, living dragon coiled in front of you.

And this is just an underage individual. What kind of visual impact will it be when it grows up and becomes a giant with a body length and wingspan of 20 to 30 meters and weighing 70 to 80 tons?
That is not a man-made steel behemoth, but a real flesh and blood machine!
Add to that their natural spellcasting abilities and breath -- who wouldn't want to be a dragon rider?!
"Are you thinking about how to ride me?" The black dragon stood up and blew his breath into Ron's face with an unfriendly look. "Don't deny it so quickly. My 'teacher' said that you humans all have this tendency."

"But I won't let you ride me. Almost no creature would like to be ridden by another species, especially a weak species. Do you understand?"

"Of course, of course!" Ron raised his hands innocently, "I would never have that thought. We are neighbors, remember?"

"That's more like it," Aiksuri nodded with satisfaction. "Now that the crisis at my doorstep has been resolved, it wouldn't be a good idea for you to come all the way here and just go back like this."

"Can I invite you to my home for a while so I can show my hospitality?"

The young dragon's tone was somewhat forced and stiff. Ron guessed that this was all thanks to his "teacher". However, he was still in the running-in and adaptation stage, so his group should be his first guests rather than prey.

Naturally, several people readily agreed to this invitation, but before entering the black dragon's lair, Ron had another question to ask:
"Mr. Axuri, what are the ruins around you? Do you have any clue?"

"I don't know. I'm only eight years old," Exuri groaned. "I was hatched from a swamp near here. This is what it looked like when I first saw this world."

"It has been abandoned for about a hundred years, maybe longer. During this period, an elf came here, but I was too weak at that time, so I didn't dare to approach him."

"An elf?" Ron and the others looked at each other, "Can you tell me more about it?"

"Details? I don't know what to say." The eight-year-old black dragon thought for a moment, "Nothing special, just like the elves in my inherited memories, tall, thin, white, with pointed ears, blonde hair and blue eyes, that's it."

"Oh, and he's wearing a rapier."

Although there were at least hundreds of thousands of elves and even half-elves with the characteristics described by the black dragon, Ron still determined that this person should be the lingering Mindatis.

"When did he come? Do you still remember?"

"I first saw him five years, ten months, and three days ago," Black Dragon gave a very precise date. "He flipped through the books here with great interest for three months, and then left the ruins with a bunch of tattered books in his arms."

"It seems that he knew about this place first, and then the cave, the stone slabs and other things." Ivy pondered for a moment, "Can you take us to see the place? You should still remember it."

The Black Dragon's tone was somewhat embarrassed and somewhat aggrieved: "Yes, I do have an impression, but are you sure you don't want to come to my house for a visit first? It's much more interesting than those waste dumps, I promise!" "This matter is very serious for us - umm -" Ivy was halfway through her words when Ron covered her mouth.

"That's it. Our custom is to suffer first and then enjoy. First go and see the decline of the humanoid race, then see the power of the dragon race - in contrast, your lair will appear more magnificent, won't it?"

What a joke, black dragons are not known for their good tempers, and dragons are basically just general believers of their gods, and whether they do good or evil mainly depends on their own will.

If he really angered the other party because of this, although he would not be defeated, if the "teacher" behind him and the mother he had never met were protective of her, it might lead to some unacceptable consequences.

Dragons, it is better not to provoke this kind of creature unless it is absolutely necessary.

"Well, then you're right! I'll take you to see it!" The young dragon was easy to fool. Ron just made up a reason and immediately made Exuri, who was originally aggrieved and a little angry, happy again. He happily took Ron and others to a ruin not far away.

This piece of ruins is nothing special compared to other places. The only clue is that it has been rummaged through "recently" and a broken houseplate was placed on the rubble.

"No. XX, LvX Street, Xinliu Library X Pavilion"

"After I built the nest, I searched all the nearby buildings. If I could find a name for one like this, I would put it in a prominent position."

"In preparation for subsequent repairs?" Ivy asked curiously.

"Repair? Why do I need to repair it?" Aiksuri asked curiously, "I don't have the time, I just want to make it convenient for myself."

"I am still young and have a lot to learn. These ruins are my best textbooks. I learn about architecture, art, and the culture and history of creatures like you. My 'teacher' also likes this learning mode very much."

"This town has been abandoned for so long and no one has come to rebuild it, which proves that it has no value to continue to exist. I put up the house number just to mark my book."

"Look, see these? These are the only remnants left here." Axuri raised his claws and peeled off some stone slabs and dead branches and leaves that simply covered it, revealing in front of Ron and the others a piece of weathered stone slab.

The words written on these slates were blurred and difficult to recognize, and even for those fonts where the strokes could be seen, Ron could not recognize what was written.

"Wait a minute," Ivy came over and touched the words on it with her hand. "This should be Elvish. Give me some time and I'll translate it for you."

"Let me see... This slab of stone should contain the chronology of events in this town. No wonder it was carved on stone."

(End of this chapter)