Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Tymora does favor those mortals who are in his favor but do not truly believe in him. This is one of the reasons why a large number of gamblers, adventurers, and businessmen like to mention his name. But after all, he is not among the most powerful gods, or even among the most powerful gods. It is unlikely that he will take the initiative to observe changes in another distant corner of the world.

This unexpected gift actually came from the prayers and "recommendation" of his pastor, Bonnie, over the past few days. However, in Bonnie's own opinion, it was obviously Ron who won the goddess' attention by himself.

There are so many followers of the Smiling Lady. How many of those priests who do stupid things every day and even seek death in the hope of winning the goddess' smile have received extra gifts?

This is the proof that Sir Ron is favored by the goddess!
Bonnie looked up, looking with some pride at Ron, who immediately began to put his theory into action.

This is the goddess I serve! This is the lord I follow!
Ron, who had turned around to continue the experiment, did not see the pride on Bunny's face. For him, this gift from the goddess could not be said to be timely help, but at least it was icing on the cake. Although he had already perfected the formula of the potion with the efforts of several people, now that there were ready-made resources, why not use it to improve it?
This god, known for his fickleness and love of joking, was different from his sister who was often accompanied by misfortune. He never held grudges or harbored malice. At this juncture, Ron believed that his gift was completely trustworthy and he did not need to be as cautious as he was with Purgatory.

Besides, these data are not something that cannot be verified. A little testing will reveal their correctness and even accuracy. Even if the goddess of luck really played an inappropriate joke on him at this time, Ron would not make a fatal mistake because of this.

Fortunately, this event with the lowest probability did not happen. When Ron improved his results according to these data and tested them, everything was as expected. All that remained was to mass-produce the drug and deliver it to every patient.

His territory is not that big, and he does not have that many people. Moreover, due to the special source and nature of this "demon plague", he does not have to worry about them being infected again after this time. Industrialized production is not necessary and can be accomplished directly by a few spellcasters with extraordinary powers.

It only took two or three days for the potion to be made and distributed. Under Ron's watch, the patients in the temple woke up from their coma one after another. Then came the patients with milder symptoms who were placed in the tavern. What awaited them was a recovery period ranging from several days to several weeks.

This is determined by each person's physique, and Ron will no longer interfere with it with alchemical potions. Although as a lord he hopes that the territory can be restored immediately, from a medical perspective, unnecessary medication will only harm long-term interests.

However, during this period, Ron noticed some special existences. These creatures joined his territory as ordinary citizens, but they were also attacked by the plague like ordinary citizens. Even the symptoms and treatment methods were similar!

I'm talking about those shapeshifters!

"My Lord, I thought I would never see you again, haha..."

Ron smiled weakly at a newly awakened Doppelganger as he walked over to it, which was trying and failing to revert to its normal mimicry.

But it didn't matter, Ron had already figured out who the other person was.

"Jack?" Ron blinked. He was quite impressed by this clever painter, who also participated in the creation of special arrows later.

"I didn't expect you to be infected in this plague." "Don't mention you. We didn't expect it either, but those people..." Jack smiled bitterly. "In theory, our physique is stronger than ordinary creatures, and our resistance to different diseases is somewhat different from that of other races. So at first we didn't think we were infected, and we even helped take care of other patients."

"But the next evening, the disease broke out suddenly, and the momentum was as rapid as that of the others. We were overwhelmed in an instant, and we had to suffer the care of the priests. Alas."

Ron nodded slightly, and after asking for details, he found out the reason why these shapeshifters were sick: the main source of the plague was the dragon lich, and the most dangerous part was of course magic. In terms of resisting the power of a black dragon lich, shapeshifters had no advantages over other races.

The same goes for other races. Their talents are not enough to help them get through this difficult time. They may just weaken faster like the Centaurs due to one weakness or another.

But even so...

After meeting almost all the patients, the doubts in Ron's heart not only did not decrease, but increased a lot.

But even so, some people wouldn't fall into the same trap, right?
But why have we never seen him or them since he came back? Nor have Bunny and Lavinia mentioned them?
Ron looked up the injured people he had seen who had just recovered: Seymour, Constance, Evander, Andre, and even the hobgoblin Kalade...

Where did Quest and Yelena go?
escaped?
Yelena was a ruthless character who had even changed her beliefs. If she turned around and ran away when she saw the situation was not good, Ron would have no problem understanding it. But, what about Quest?

He ran away, but left his kind here to die? Then what was the point of his previous troubles?
Ron was puzzled. Just as he was about to disturb a few companions who were still recovering to ask for clarification, a wave suddenly came from the shadow under his feet.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Yelena, close the door! I can't hold on for much longer!" Quest's familiar voice came from the other side of the shadow, accompanied by the sound of weapons colliding with each other.

"Don't rush me. I'm already at my fastest speed!" Yelena's voice mixed with some messy slang and swear words rang out, and followed a black shadow to Ron's side.

Not to mention that Ron hadn't recovered, even Gillianis didn't notice the sudden scene for a moment. By the time she recovered and was ready to cast a spell, the shadow under Ron's feet had calmed down again, and the two tall humanoids were relieved to have survived the disaster. Both of them were injured, each holding a heavy jar and panting. One of them was a tiefling, and the other was naturally a shadow spirit.

"Hey! Guys!" Quest's voice rose along with the jar in his hand, "We have accomplished our mission! The Shadowfall Underworld does have a magical medicine that can effectively control this plague! We brought it back!"

A sharp pain came from his arm, and the monk glared at Shadow Spirit in confusion. Then, he saw the group of newly recovered patients who were watching them silently.

"Uh, you guys, are you all okay?" (End of this chapter)