Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 246 Dean Elden

"Not tall... that dwarf?"

Ron frowned immediately upon hearing this. No matter how prestigious and experienced the Dean was, he had no good feelings towards this dwarf with achromatopsia.

"What is he here for?"

"I don't know about that," Ivy shrugged. "By the way, his businessman student didn't come with us this time. He just wrote a letter, hoping that we can help his teacher and two students."

"Are we familiar with each other?" Ron shook his head and walked outside. "If that's the case, then there's no need for me to meet them. As long as these people don't do anything harmful, there's no problem with normal reception, but there won't be any special treatment at all."

"Well, I suggest you think about this," Ivy followed up with a smile, "He took out a document stating that you are an Elden student and should provide him with some conveniences."

"By the way, that document is the one he tore up in front of you before, and they glued it back together."

Ron stopped in silence. Although the office of the "administrative consultant" was only a few steps away from the training ground, he was very reluctant to meet those guys: "...Ivy, are you serious? You want me to meet him just because of this?"

"Don't worry," the half-elf spread his hands. "This is a reason: they have determined that you are a student of the academy, and in view of what you and we have done recently, Dean Elden has awarded you a 'scholarship'."

"The stuff wasn't much, just about twenty scrolls and a cart full of arcane tomes - and five thousand gold coins. They said it was a subsidy."

It wasn't that Ron was greedy for money. Five thousand gold coins was a huge sum of money half a year ago, but now it was nothing. It was just that as a spellcaster, he couldn't bear to see those books and scrolls go to waste.

Thinking of this, Mage Ron couldn't help but sighed: "In this case, let's arrange dinner for the evening. The specifications should match Dean Elden's status, but it doesn't have to be too luxurious."

"Understood." Ivy nodded with a smile, turned around and left from the other side to arrange for people to make preparations, while Ron returned to his room on his own - the training suit he was wearing was in no way suitable for receiving guests.

Later at dinner time, the lights were turned on in the hall of the trading post, and the dwarf suffering from depigmentation, Dean Elden, sat in the guest seat surrounded by two young men and women in standard dark blue robes, and scanned every part of the banquet with a stiff and serious look.

"It seems that you finally have some civilized people here," the dwarf said meaningfully, his eyes lingering on Constance for a moment, "Shuke insisted that I come to you, which seems to be a wise suggestion."

"But Dean..." The female student sitting on Elden's right picked up her handkerchief and asked Elden a question under the cover of the handkerchief, "There is no silver tableware and drinks commensurate with your status here..."

The female student deliberately lowered her voice by five or six degrees, but the people present were not "crayfish", so how could such a whisper escape the ears of Ron and the others? Ron himself did not respond to this, but Sylvia, who was sitting next to him, immediately put down her cutlery and looked at this ignorant guy with a bad face. "Shiva, stop talking..." The male student on Elden's left was a smart one. When he saw that the atmosphere at the table was not right, he immediately tried to stop his classmate's offensive behavior. But Elden, sitting on the raised chair, raised a hand and interrupted him.

"That's why I took you out of the academy for practice," the gray dwarf glanced at Ron. "In the academy, everything is prepared to comply with the rules, and all arrangements are the best arrangements. But outside the academy, it is difficult to have such a perfect plan, and it is normal to have good intentions but poor abilities."

"Take this place for example. Most of them are essentially refugees and slaves. This place has only been established for less than half a year. With limited resources, manpower and time, it is completely impossible to prepare a dinner for the Benchmark Academy. Considering this actual situation, it is unreasonable to be overly harsh on them. Do you understand?"

"On the contrary," Elden pointed out every detail arranged by the people from Rose City to his students one by one, "Do you see the placement of these candlesticks? And the colors of the flowers, the number of types of dishes, these are obviously considered - this is enough to show the sincerity of the lord here towards us."

"Your Excellency the Dean seems to have regained a lot of color," Ron chuckled and rolled up the noodles in front of him with his fork. "If it was the last time we met, you would definitely not say that."

"After that, I followed Shuke's caravan to do some research, and it did work..."

Dean Elden was halfway through his speech when he saw Ron's action and his whole face wrinkled again. "But if it means seeing a lord use tableware like this, I would rather live ten years less!"

"You just said that I am essentially a refugee," Ron said with an attitude of "I am a barbarian too." "If you want to feel comfortable, it would be better for you to stay in the academy."

Elden sighed and said, "When you have time, come to our academy and take a look. At least in terms of diet and arcane, Elden Academy has a complete system."

"After all, you are now a student of our academy. It's not too much to ask you to learn about our traditions."

"Elden College has the most luxurious dinner in the entire city-state alliance." Seeing that Ron and others were curious about why Elden put food and arcane on the same level, Carlos, who was accompanying them, explained.

"We have trained many elites, businessmen, scholars... The expenses of the academy banquet are supported by a special fund, and this fund depends on their sponsorship," Elden nodded, "but I'm afraid this fund will be cancelled soon."

"Cancel, why?" Ron noticed that the dwarf was looking for someone at the table.

"Because of your recent activities, sir," the female student named Shiva pursed her lips and said, "one of our alumni unfortunately died in the attack on Carolina City-State launched by your goblin army. He is the main sponsor of this fund in recent years."

"The main business is the slave trade, right?" Sylvia rolled her eyes.

(End of this chapter)