Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Chapter 134 Von Richthofen

"Another elf," Ivy looked at the elf corpse that was dragged out, "Could she be a resident of Green Swamp Town?"

"It's highly unlikely that she is. Even if the cave where she was buried was sealed, it is unlikely that she could be preserved to this extent," Victoria frowned and used the dead talk on the corpse, "No, compared to the requirements of the dead talk, this corpse is too damaged."

"The dead talk at least requires the corpse to have a mouth."

"Then it seems that we have to find the answer from her," Ron took out a pair of gloves from his bag and put them on, "Fortunately, the treasures on her body are not so easy to rot, gold coins, gems, jade, and what is this?"

Ron dug the soil under the corpse and revealed a nearly two-meter-long staff.

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"It has been treated with anti-corrosion and anti-rust," Ron looked at the complex and unworn patterns on the staff. Having studied enchantment, he can now do some basic identification of magic items even without relying on identification. "There is a trigger on the top prismatic crystal. If it is used as a staff to shoot magic, the spell should be shot from this crystal."

This two-meter-long staff looks quite solemn under the light of the light. It is made of an old oak, with a smooth and solid surface, carved with exquisite patterns and symbols. These patterns are intricate and flickering with a faint light. The whole staff is straight and slender. If you observe it through the sight of detecting magic, you can see the ancient and quiet dark green aura it emits.

A bright crystal is inlaid on the top of the staff, and the crystal emits a soft light, surrounded by exquisite rune patterns. As Ron held it in his hand, each symbol flashed with mysterious light, as if telling some kind of mystery.

"The Count's Scepter of von Richthofen," Ron read out the words revealed by the identification spell when he opened the weaving preface, "The Richthofen crystal on the top of the scepter can release Richthofen's dark spell three times a day, ten minutes each time. Within the coverage of this dark spell variant, the holder can perform advanced invisibility, withering and gasification once a day like a real vampire."

"Sylvia, this seems to suit you very well."

"It's normal," the vampire took the scepter from Ron's hand, "I don't like this style very much, and in fact its I can do these effects myself."

"It would be nice if it could allow me to enter other people's homes without permission and not be sensitive to running water and sunlight."

"You are asking too much," Victoria laughed, "Most vampires can't solve these problems themselves, how can they make magic items with this effect?"

However, although this staff could not meet Sylvia's requirements, it seemed that after Sylvia finished speaking, it still had some induction, and the entire staff immediately shortened several sizes and turned into a cane that fits Sylvia's body shape.

"This kind of magic item that needs to be held or worn usually changes itself according to the different users, but this degree of change is the first time I have heard of it," Ron looked at the vampire cane in surprise, and then looked at the weaving preface in his hand, "Can you change into other forms?"

The spell book vibrated a few times in Ron's hand, and then returned to silence.

"It seems not possible." Ron shook his head regretfully.

"Not all races will blindly pursue such flashy things like the vampires," Sylvia casually swung her cane, and then caught a glimpse of a line of small words engraved on the end of the cane, "What is this?"

"Elf language, dedicated to my beloved daughter," Ivy came over to take a look, "It seems that the Count Feng something gave this scepter as a gift to his daughter."

"And he was probably an elf when he was alive." Sylvia said.

"Feng what? Can you say it again?" At this time, Axuri, who was squatting on the ground searching for the body, asked. He turned the elf's body over and found a tattoo on the back skin that had not yet completely rotted, which seemed to be engraved with a surname. But the word "Feng" in front was already blurred.

"Von Richthofen," Ron repeated, "What clues did you find?"

"It is indeed a clue: this elf has the same surname as the owner of this scepter!" Axuri shouted in surprise, "That vampire, come and see, is this your compatriot?"

"It is a blood-sucking ancestor, I only have half vampire blood," Sylvia leaned down dissatisfiedly, "and how can you tell? I don't know where her chin is."

If this elf still has a complete mouth, Victoria can use the dead to talk normally.

"There are no obvious sharp incisors, not half-blood or vampire," Sylvia turned over the elf's fragile head that could break at any time, "but this does not mean that she has no blood relationship with the count at all."

The birth of half-blood descendants is an extremely low probability event, and this race has a natural undead bloodline, so even if they can give birth to offspring, they will only be ordinary races.

"But anyway, maybe that's why she ventured here to look for the scepter," said Axuri, "but she probably misjudged the softness of the soil here and accidentally buried herself here."

As Ron and others explored around the treasure house, they soon found another relatively old robbery hole. It seemed that the elf came in through here.

"It's hard for her to hold on," Ron glanced at the mimic in the corner, "She died in the hole instead of being fed to the mimic."

"It seems that I can only keep this scepter," Sylvia stroked her cane, "If I can meet the descendants of their family in the future, maybe I can exchange it for something."

"I don't think vampires are willing to trade normally with living people." Victoria patted the dirt on her hands.

After confirming that there was nothing else worth noting here, Ron and others began to move property and books outside. Although it was difficult for them to move everything at once, fortunately there was a ready-made coolie - the creeper.

"Move all your belongings to the ground, and then return to your original position." Ron once again used suggestion to give the lingering monster an order, and the latter obediently stretched out its tentacles, swept a large amount of treasure in the treasury into its body, and then staggered towards the ground.