Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 99 Strengthening Vigilance
"Although I'm not too surprised that you decided to believe in an elven god," Ivy glanced at her, took the medicine handed to her by Ron and began to treat the wound. "For those who have suffered injustice, this is indeed a good choice."

"I heard that Lady Drunken Bee is not stingy with her gifts to people like me, and she is also well-known among races other than elves," Sylvia smiled, "But am I being too utilitarian? I don't think she will favor me."

"A large proportion of the followers of the Drunken Bee are driven by lust, intoxicated with deception, and thirsting for revenge, and those who pray have no commitment to believe in the goddess except for the moment of prayer," Victoria said, "but she herself is a fickle goddess, so I am sure you will have no problem doing this."

"Of course, whether the Drunken Bee will accept your prayer is another matter - even the most devout believers are unsure of his character."

Although the chaotic neutral Drunken Bees and the lawful neutral Helm are incompatible, gods are one thing and mortal believers are another. Victoria will not alienate Sylvia because of this, but Sylvia may not be able to escape the occasional preaching of this priest friend.

"Your growth rate really makes me look at you with new eyes," Quest walked down from upstairs. He had been hiding his figure to avoid being recorded by the assassins' magic tattoos. "The assassins of Carolina are well-known in the entire Western City-State Alliance, and the assassins of a whole death squad are enough to stop a child from crying at night - I didn't expect that you would be able to resolve it so easily."

"It's embarrassing for me that you keep your achievements and fame to yourself," Ron smiled and patted the demon's shoulder. "I'm probably the only one who needs your off-field assistance."

"You are a mage, young and inexperienced, this is normal," Quest chuckled. "At first I was worried that you would go directly to your companions for help, which would definitely alert the enemy. Letting these people escape and plan the next assassination is much more dangerous than stepping into the trap preparedly."

"Well, who is this young man? Would you like to introduce him?"

Sylvia looked at Quest curiously: "Your secret agent?"

"My name is Quest, and I'm pleased to introduce myself to you, beautiful lady." The tiefling's smooth-talking tone seemed to please Sylvia very much. "I knew at the first sight that you were not an ordinary half-blood."

"Sylvia, nice to meet you," Sylvia and Quest shook hands briefly, "You know, I feel the same way - you're not an ordinary tiefling, right?"

"Uh, haha," Quest smiled and showed Sylvia the wooden stick, dagger and darts he carried with him. "You have a really good eye for people! I'm a monk. I started to spy for city-states and lords to repay the favors my master owed me. As for helping brother Ron, it was because I made an investment."

"There is still one thing left to deal with here. Miss Ivy, can you give me a few scars? Then I should escape alone and report back to Mindatis in a 'disgraceful' manner."

"With pleasure." Ivy gave a wicked smile, "Perhaps sawing off your horns and chopping off your tail would be more convincing?"

"I still like my horns and tail!"

When Quest disappeared into the night with injuries that were neither light nor serious, Sylvia stared at his back and said to Ron, "My benefactor, I shouldn't question your judgment of people, but you really need to pay more attention to this person."

"how to say?"

"I can sense that a slick tiefling monk is just his disguise. Under that red skin, there is another person, another skin."

"Really? I feel the same way," Ivy nodded in agreement, "but honestly, I've never been able to catch him. He really seems to be on our side, sincerely." "Let's wait and see," Sylvia said noncommittally, "Just be vigilant, be careful of him 'spitting in your face and stabbing you in the back'."

"Let me interject," Rurick said, "Miss Sylvia, a man cannot spit in your face and stab you in the back at the same time, unless he can split himself into two."

Sylvia: “…”

Apparently, although this dwarf could speak the common language and lived to a very old age, his inherent lack of a sense of humor made it impossible for him to understand some of the common language's idioms and witticisms.

"It seems we need to strengthen our defenses," Ron sighed as he looked at the ruined hall. "When Karad comes back, let him dispatch a group of goblins to do extra patrols and guard duty."

"At least two shifts," Driver nodded seriously, "There are very few elites like me in the nest, so we have to make up for it with numbers."

"Two shifts then."

Ron had originally planned to call for the third shift of mobile posts, but although goblins can reproduce, it will take at least eight years for them to reach adulthood. By that time, the grass on Ron's grave will have almost grown into a tree.

The two shifts will be used first, and then some young people who have migrated here will be arranged to fill the vacancies in the third shift.

Fortunately, the target of this group of assassins was very clear, they were going after Ron and his six companions, and Rurick was just a by-product. Anne, who was upstairs in front, and Lavinia and Bonnie, who were resting in the back, were all awakened after the attack.

Knowing that they were not good at fighting, several people carefully hid in the room and did not come out, thus reducing a lot of trouble.

The repair work of the trading post was handed over to Anne and Sulina's construction team, and the bodies of these assassins were not wasted. They were buried by Ron in the front yard and a row of tombstones were built. The epitaphs were all the same: Incompetent murderer who overestimated his own abilities, from Carolina.

On the one hand, this serves as a warning, and on the other hand, it serves as a possible backup force - mobilizing these dead people to help Ron resist their possible successors.

Victoria was very dissatisfied with this practice, but she finally compromised on the condition that the corpses must be thrown outside and buried normally after use. After all, a corpse that has been revived once cannot be used again.

Ron actually even wanted to dissect them, but had to give up the idea because he couldn't find a subject to study - and this aroused opposition from almost everyone except Sylvia and Driver.

"Attack?!"

A few days later, when the second team led by Kalade returned unscathed and learned about the incident, they immediately requested a meeting to deal with the matter.

(End of this chapter)