Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"...Where did you hear this?"

"Every member of the Milkwe family has been dealing with these things since birth. We have more channels to obtain this information than you do," Firmilla chuckled, "but most of them are concerned about things in the sea, and I..."

"I have a Thorian friend who once served in the Freshwater Corps for a period of time, so I heard some 'anecdotes'."

"So, you should know that paladin? My friend admires him very much, and I admire him too. Could you please introduce him to me?"

It sounds like Haili still doesn't know about Devin Booker's death. Ron looked at her steadily: "I'm afraid admiration alone is not enough."

Ron wanted to let the holy warrior return home, but Yungang was not Fromm Town or Rose City. The long distance hindered his journey home. If there really was a guest from Yungang who could handle the matter properly, Ron didn't mind entrusting the admirable warrior to the other party.

So, is this Firmila such a person?
The pink eyes blinked, and she took out a small trinket from her pocket. It was a shell, which looked like it had been baptized by time, and had some words engraved on it that had almost been erased.

"what is this?"

"A token," Firmilla sighed, "used to witness some kind of agreement that doesn't sound good, such as 'after doing X, X will happen'."

"Devin Booker is not alone, nor is he alone with his teammates throughout his life. In fact, my friend once had a stable relationship with him - of course before I was born, even before my grandfather was born - after the test of time, this relationship has not faded, but has become more mellow like fine wine."

"She doesn't intend to delay the paladin from performing his duties, but... after hearing that the Delusion Land now has a relatively stable rule, she wanted me to ask you: Can you give him a short vacation?"

Ron stared at Firmira, who showed no sign of retreating. From the token, Ron also sensed a kind of aura similar to that of the murloc paladin. These two things almost proved that what Firmira said was true.

The only problem is...

"Mr. Devin Booker no longer needs to perform his duties," Ron said in a low voice. "Ma'am, if you are willing to swear to bring him home and reunite him with his family, I can entrust him to you."

Firmilla didn't seem surprised: "You mean..."

"He died in the fight against the water element and other forces that tried to collude with him," Ron nodded. "We closed the portal to the water elemental plane and buried him where he once watched."

"Ah... it's pretty much what I thought," the young sorceress from Yungang opened her mouth, "It's usually difficult for a paladin to have a good end. They always fight against evil and are willing to sacrifice everything for it. Regardless of the outcome, it doesn't matter if it's victory or death."

"As the bards in the tavern sang, 'He chose a high destiny, and destiny embraced him.'"

"If you want, I can take you to see his last battlefield and the place where he took a nap."

"This is the best. I can also tell Wei his story when I go back."

Paladins swear to uphold justice and righteousness, swear to fight against the encroaching darkness with all the goodness in the world, and swear to hunt all the evil lurking everywhere. They appear throughout most of history and the world, and even the darkest places will pay respect to them. Not to mention the delusional lands.

The coffin containing the remains of the holy warrior set off with the Yungang delegation, fully escorted by the Milkway family. Firmilla swore to God for this matter that she would send Devin Booker back to his lover safely. In fact, if the remains of other comrades in the Freshwater Legion were not too difficult to find, Ron would have wanted them to return together.

The homeland of the Solo fishmen is, after all, in the deep sea.

"Thank you for your help," Firmilla said goodbye to Ron with a smile. "Due to your previous attitude towards the Bengtson family and the Holt family, I thought this would be difficult - even if the person was alive, it would be difficult for you to let him go. But you seem to be more friendly than the rumors say."

"If they can be more friendly to the delusion, I will respond accordingly." Ron glanced at Levi Bengtson beside him intentionally or unintentionally, and immediately turned his head away, pretending to check the team and left. "I hope the Milkway family can behave a little differently."

"Of course, the Milkway family has always been 'different'. You don't have to worry about us. Our sights are more on the sea and below the sea. There are vast expanses there that can accommodate most interests."

"It's a pity that the Delusion Land is far away from the ocean. Otherwise, I think my aunt and the others wouldn't mind cooperating with you further."

"There will always be various opportunities in the future." Ron said, but he saw Firmira suddenly turned around and looked at Levi's position and sight, then quickly took two steps towards Ron.

"In fact, we can have it now," Firmila spoke faster, but lowered his voice deliberately. "Not long ago, a group of cultists in Yungang were unusually active, and were eventually wiped out by my family."

"Most of them had no idea what they were doing, hallucinations and madness taking over their minds, but from their fragmented information, we pieced together a clue pointing to the place of delusion."

"'The hunt in the Land of Delusion is about to end, and winter is coming.'"

"The hunt is about to end?" Ron murmured again, "What entity are they believing in?"

"Zugmoi, the Queen of Fungi."

Ron understood.

"Thank you, this clue is indeed very important to us," Ron's expression became serious.

Did Zuggmoy give up on the lich? Or did he kill it? Or worst of all... did they reach some kind of agreement? As for the coming winter, that should refer to the changes in the north... but what does that have to do with the cultists who worship the Fungal Queen?
“How can I give back to you?”

"This is also very simple," Firmilla pursed her lips, "The scroll you asked me to look at before, can I..."

"I don't need the original. If it's convenient, you can just give me a copy or a handwritten copy - I can also copy it myself." (End of this chapter)