Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 344 "Gagawaaa" Tavern

"As long as the conditions are met, everything is possible, Lord," the Elf Master replied slowly, "By the way, I want to correct one of your words. I just paid a high price back then, which resulted in my current state not being at its peak. I am not disabled, nor am I useless. Even now, I am still confident that I am one of the most powerful wizards in the world."

"But if I can get back all my old tools and my magic tower, I can remove this 'one of'."

"As for the being wrapped in the black fog, I am more inclined to believe that it has already escaped from the narrow category of 'mortals' and has become a lich. The long years have given it unparalleled knowledge and power, and the entire Delusion Land is the territory it actually controls. Every generation of forces is just its plaything. If this is the case, after understanding its details, it is not impossible to defeat it with the power I know you have now."

"And if we speculate on something more sinister..."

Gillianis hesitated: "After such a long time, it may have turned the entire fantasy land into a huge 'Mage Tower'; or, it may no longer pay attention to the affairs of the mortal world, and has only one purpose in trading with demons and devils - it is trying to become 'Him'."

"If that's the case, we definitely can't fight it with our current strength. If it's going to attack us directly, we'll be lucky to be able to escape."

This is an outrageous, but very likely true guess: it would be strange if a lich that has lived for an unknown period of time did not have such thoughts. But becoming a god is not something that can be achieved by living a long time, it definitely requires sufficient preparation.

"Then it won't attack us right away," Ron said. "Obviously, we are far from being worthy of its 'meal'."

"Regarding this matter, after I finish the current work, I will look for my old friends," Gillianis finally suggested. "This may provide you with some references. The reward I ask for is that you must join my experiment next time. In the next stage, I must have volunteers like you."

Ron agreed, and after confirming that neither this fungus nor that existence would threaten him in the short term, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But some people won't give Ron time to relax.

"Ron, how's that thing?" Coming out of Gillianis's research institute, Ron ran into Sera, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. The barbarian was walking along the street at this moment, with a ruddy face. When Ron and Driver approached her, they could clearly smell the smell of alcohol.

Sera, who was born in the north, had a good alcohol tolerance. It was rare for her to drink until her feet were shaking. But today, she was obviously a little drunk. It was hard for her to not think about Ron's affairs at this time.

"It doesn't look like there's much danger right now," Ron and Driver stepped forward to support Sera, who looked like she would fall down on the street at any moment. "How much have you drunk? It's still a long way from dinner time. Are you going to eat later?"

Ron and his friends just came back today, and there is a party in the evening. Sera is so drunk at this time, what will she do in the evening?
"Of course we'll have dinner in the evening!" The barbarian showed a simple smile. She pushed her two companions aside and slid to the ground by leaning against the doorpost outside the laboratory. "Ron, let me tell you, I've met my match today!"

"Even Rurik can't drink more than me, but there's a pretty boy from another place who can actually...drink more than me!"

"A pretty boy from outside the city?" Ron blinked. "Where did you guys get your drinking competition?" "'Gagawaaaa'!" Sera laughed. "That's the name! It's a tavern opened by the kobolds under Axuri. The beer they brew is 'interesting'. When you were not around, I went there every afternoon when I was free to have a drink!"

"But today, that pretty boy actually took my seat, and even said that I had to drink more than him before he gave up his seat. How could I tolerate that? I was like - huh -"

Looking at Sera sleeping on the side of the road with her head tilted back and no image at all, Ron didn't know what to say for a moment: "Drivedo, please carry her home. It's almost time for dinner, we can't let her sleep here."

"You expect me to lift her?" Driver pointed at his nose in shock. "Ron, we may not be able to move her! A drunk sleeping person is much heavier than a sober person!"

"Let's find some people," Ron waved his hand. "I have to go see who is the one who made Sera drink so much. Excuse me, where is the 'Gagawaaa' tavern?"

"You don't even know 'Gagawaaa'? How did you get to New Green Swamp—" The passerby who was stopped by Ron was very reluctant, but when he saw that it was Ron, a smile immediately appeared on his face, "Oh, Lord!"

"The kobolds opened this tavern when you left. It's just over the corner. It was said that it was specially approved by Lady Constance! Didn't she tell you?"

Ron had just returned, and Constance had not had time to report these details to him, so he naturally didn't know much. However, this tavern seemed to be very famous here. With the personal guidance of the residents, Ron easily found this tavern opened by the dog-headed people. As soon as he entered the door, a mural of a ferocious and majestic black dragon skull stuck in his face.

"Hey! Guys, look who's here!" The kobold at the door recognized Ron and immediately shouted in the common language he was not very proficient in, "Lord! The Lord has come to drink with us!"

The kobolds shouted loudly, and the whole tavern was in an uproar. Diners, guests, and even more kobolds poked their heads out from every corner, wanting to see the young lord in person. Ron even saw the lid of a wine barrel lifted up, revealing half of a wet kobold's head.

"Welcome, Lord, to 'Gagawaaa'!" The dog-headed people shouted in unison in a messy language, but they soon discovered that the lord did not seem to be very interested in their tavern itself, but was looking for something around.

Soon, Ron locked onto his target: on and under a table in a corner, there were a lot of empty wine bottles piled up in a haphazard manner, but there were only two people sitting on the seats, one was a middle-aged man in his fifties or sixties, and the other was younger, probably about the same age as himself.

Listening to their common language with an accent that was somewhat similar to Levi Bengsen's, Ron guessed that they were the people he was looking for. The only problem was that the young man didn't look like the "pretty boy" that Sera mentioned. If Ron hadn't been knowledgeable after so many years, he would have had nightmares after seeing this scarred face!
When Ron was hesitating whether to go forward, the two people at the table seemed to notice him. They stood up, and the young man hiccuped and showed a hideous smile that could stop a child from crying at night:

"Uncle Mark, I knew this trick of mine would work. Look, isn't Mr. Ron here? Lord, please come here!"

(End of this chapter)