Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Are you two so convinced that he is a good man?"

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Sera dismissed Spike's speculation: "No wonder you were deceived, you think too well of people!"

"You guys should be considered experienced adventurers, how could you have such unrealistic delusions?"

"Probably because Wilson protected both of us so well," Spike smiled self-deprecatingly. "My main task is actually to sing and play in the tavern and spread our adventure stories so that we can start the next one." "

Although the world is big, there are still only a few in the minority who have extremely long-term missions with almost no time limits like Ron and his friends. The vast majority of risk-takers basically do short-term business and make quick money.

It is their normal practice to spend a few days completing the employer's commission, collect the payment, and then give it to the tavern owner in exchange for drink money, and then wait for the next order.

Therefore, many adventurer teams are willing to bring a bard, or cooperate with poets in certain taverns. On the one hand, they can increase their reputation to attract employers, and on the other hand, it can also satisfy their vanity.

And when they are too old to continue accepting commissions (although most adventurers will not live until that time), they can still write books and add details about their adventures into legends and sell them to places like Rose City. "city dwellers" - that's what they like to see.

Spike's role is nothing more than this. He may know a few tricks and spells, but he is far from qualified as a normal adventurer.

"What about you? You don't want to bring two poets into one team, right?" Ron looked at the short man, who was also Spike's companion.

An adventurer team usually consists of four to six people. Although there may be more people, they are generally in order to pursue more comprehensive means of responding to various events. Putting two bards in a team is too much.

"No, he is not a poet, he is..."

In the middle of speaking, Spike opened and closed his mouth, but he couldn't say another word.

Yes, who is he?

He and I were left outside by Wilson as a lookout. We were going to move the reinforcements. We were...

So who is he? What kind of work do you do? Even... what is his name?

Spike's face suddenly turned pale, and he quickly hid behind Ron and the others, pointing at the short man who was walking with him and yelling: "Who are you?! I don't remember having a teammate like you!"

Sera's expression changed, and she immediately took off the Canglan Grip and entered the fighting state. The edge of the giant sword was pointed directly at the short man.

"Who am I?" The short man suddenly laughed. He closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his eyes were already covered with bloodshot eyes. His voice was so hoarse and unpleasant, "Why don't you ask yourself ,Who are you?!"

"I'm Spike!"

With that said, the short man who called himself "Spike" got down on all fours and rushed towards the tall and fat Spike like a crazy beast.

Of course, Ron and the others couldn't let him act like this. The Grip of Canglan immediately turned from slashing to striking, and hit the short man directly into the ground with a heavy blow. On the other side, Victoria and Drayford, who were standing next to the fat tall man, also reacted quickly and pinned him to the ground, who was already standing motionless because of his daze.

Out of inertia, Ron is more inclined to think that the fat and tall man is the real Spike. After all, as a poet, this thin man is a bit too aggressive.

And he hardly spoke along the way. Spike introduced almost all the situations.

"I am the real one, Ron! You must believe me!" The short man who had always been silent burst out with amazing energy before and after arriving at the waterfall. "You must believe me! There is a problem with the cave behind the waterfall. If you If you listen to it, you will never come out again!"

"I'm a poet, but I'm also a spellcaster. How could Wilson leave me alone outside?! How could I leave an ignorant lunatic to guard outside, and instead run to call for help? This doesn't make sense at all. ah!"

"Besides, take a closer look at the two of us. Are you more willing to believe in a thing that runs in the wild all year round and is still fat and white? How is this possible? This doesn't make sense at all!"

When the short man defended himself fiercely, the fat man changed his talkative behavior all the way. He just kept trembling and muttering in a low voice, "I am Spike, he is fake. I mean it".

"You said someone is following you, doesn't that mean this situation?" Sylvia looked at Victoria, who shook her head.

"It's not them. I didn't notice anything unusual about them at all."

"Then why didn't you say it when you were at the trading post?" Ron walked up to the short Spike and knelt down. "You didn't say much this whole time. Why?"

"Because I didn't really escape," the short man was pushed to the ground, his voice hoarse, "Wilson and the others are trapped in the body, but I am trapped in the soul!"

"There is some kind of existence in that cave. I don't know what it is, but it can sense any existence that enters the cave."

"It classifies the creatures that break into the cave into two types. One will be bound in the cave by some kind of ritual, while the other will free its body and serve as a bait to lure more people here."

"Unfortunately, I and that madman are the latter!"

"What about him?" Ron pointed at the tall fat man who was still in the chaos, "He also called himself Spike."

"To some extent, it is true," the short man exhaled slowly, "I am different from that madman. He was directly crushed by the things in the cave, and I am a bard. My spirit and will are slightly stronger. After being released, I didn't plan to find anyone, so he was there."

"I don't know what existence did it, let alone how it was done. In short, this guy is the opposite of me, you can see from his appearance."

"My soul is trapped in the cave, and the farther I am away, the weaker I am. He is completely the opposite of me. He can walk to the trading post to find you. When I got here, I gradually woke up, and he..."

The short Spike didn't continue, but the matter was already obvious.

"So, you don't actually want us to go in and rescue you?" Sera looked down at him.

"I didn't want it to happen," Spike smiled bitterly, "but since you're all here, could you please do me a favor?"