Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

An hour later.

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The short, old gray-green body was like a potato sprouting, slowly growing four thin limbs around it. These limbs looked like the hands and feet of an infant, only so wrinkled and old that it looked like they could be uprooted with just a breath.

Ron looked down at the cavity of this body. The opened jar containing the hag's eyes and mouth was hidden inside, and the light of magic shone regularly around it. Now that Polly is finally free from the control of her evil mother, she can reuse the hag's unexplainable magic to build a new body for herself.

"This is really unbelievable..." Gordon and Shiva watched the whole process attentively, and Elden even felt like the pen in his hand was smoking. If Ron hadn't lent his pen that didn't need ink to the dean, he would have been so uncomfortable that he would have exploded on the spot!

"Have you noticed?" Sylvia came close to her companions and quietly pointed at Elden's hair. "Just now, his hair seems to have regained some color."

"You are really kind-hearted, Lord Lord," Polly's voice came out from her mouth. Perhaps this unheard-of ability requires a lot of energy from the hag. At this moment, she was weak and exhausted when speaking, "This is you How many times have you extended a helping hand to a hag, the second time, or the third time? "

"It's not that I want to die so much, but...why? Why do you want to help me like this?" The hag's voice was full of confusion, "No one likes monsters like us, and everyone hates hags. Those few Many people who come to see us just use us as a wishing machine to make their wishes come true. "

Polly sighed: "Okay, okay, maybe you think so too, but it doesn't matter. You have helped the old woman several times. I can satisfy you with whatever reward you want without any reward - come on Come on, tell me your wish, think of me as a magic lamp, a goldfish, or anything else!"

"As long as you give me some time and I'm almost recovered, I will fulfill my promise."

"A hag said she would fulfill her promise. Is there something wrong with my ears?" Sera curled her lips and reached out to pick out her ears.

"If you feel that your hearing is not good, I can change it to a pair of rabbits for you," the hag laughed hoarsely, even though she did not have such a voice structure now, "but I think it is up to your leader to make the suggestion. Better?"

"I have nothing to covet from you," Ron shrugged. "If I have to say it, I was just curious about how a creature with only eyeballs and lip structures could continue to live. Now my curiosity has stopped Satisfied."

"Furthermore, these three are scholars who have come from afar, hoping to investigate the hags here in Delusion Land. If I kill you directly, their trip will be in vain."

"Scholar, or nerd?" Although the hag's body has not yet fully recovered, her malicious words were hardly affected, and Gordon and Shiva's faces suddenly drooped.

"Do you know why you feel unhappy? Because you really are!" A weird laugh came out of the hag's voice, "Look at that dwarf, he doesn't respond to my words!"

"Because of what? Is it because you are a true scholar? Or is it because you have been tempered by a miserable life to be so tough that ordinary words cannot hurt you?"

"Come on, old guy, you want to know more about hags, so why don't you just open up to me and have a good conversation? I guarantee you will 'benefit a lot'!"

Elden raised his head and stared at Polly who was confused in a physical sense: "Interesting."

"Would you like me to open up your heart first? Yes, but why don't you explain yourself first how you were tortured so miserably by your mother?"

"As far as I know, after you broke the contract, you hid in your mother's lair to prevent the lord from retaliating. But by this time, your mother should have been killed by the lord, but she was resurrected? And you still brought her to life? Your and your sister’s limbs were sewn together—”

"Stop talking!" Polly screamed, "How did I know that the old immortal thing still had a back-up plan?! How did I know that the human-faced mushrooms she raised in her garden were actually all her spare consciousness? And the puppet body!”

"Damn it, I was so careless back then! I picked them recklessly!"

Polly couldn't tell whether she felt more regretful or resentful: "I should have thought of it a long time ago! We crawled out of her belly, of course she would have the means to counter us!"

"Those mushrooms controlled me and took away my body. The old immortal used my body to return to the world! And me? She refused to let me go. She cut out my eyeballs and lips and put them in a jar. Here, she wants me to be by her side forever and watch how she continues to live with my body!"

"I cursed her, along with the body she used! Fortunately you destroyed it, otherwise the thought of me looking at it and considering whether to continue using it makes me feel sick to my stomach! Disgusting!"

"The feud is very deep..." Elden wrote down his opinions and comments on the paper, and then continued to ask questions. When he grasped Polly's emotions, the hag had lost the qualification to laugh at him and could only be ignored by the old man. Lead the way honestly.

"Then, next, I want to know something about you and your sister, and your former witch gathering..."

Ron and the others had no intention of continuing to listen. They walked out and did a final cleanup of the underground to ensure that the witch would not come back again and again.

She obviously had ill will towards Ron and the others, and would let it go if it was not in their interests.

"It's really strange," Driver rubbed his chin during this process, "Look, there are still living mosses and fungi in the cracks of the rocks here?"

"Ron's explosion just now didn't even evaporate the moisture here completely!"

Dabai squeaked, its four legs clinging to the cracks in the rock wall, its red eyes staring at those unusual lives.

"It's so funny," Sylvia and Ron looked at each other, "If I were Elden and the others, I would definitely take these things back to study them."

"But unfortunately," Ron understood and took out a bag of salt from his backpack, "Although I know some alchemy, I really don't know how to cultivate fungi and mosses."

"I am always careless and have no scientific spirit... Oops, I sprinkled a whole bag of salt on them!"