Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

It turns out that even a being like the witch is as fragile as ordinary moss in the lingering breath of life after the disaster. Faintly, Ron and others seemed to hear a vicious scream in the ears of a witch who had lived for a long time. It was probably the last words of a witch who had lived for a long time.

There was no substantial curse, and it was even difficult to figure out whether she really said a meaningful sentence, but this time, Ron felt that she was probably really dead.

The evidence was probably that Ron vaguely heard a bell ring at the end of the witch's scream.

After confirming that there were no more suspicious things around, Ron and others returned to the hut above to wait. Elden's investigation was not going fast. It was not until the sky was getting dark that Ron saw Elden and his two students walked out with satisfaction.

"It seems that everyone has gained a lot?" Ron took the pen returned by Elden and asked with a smile.

"It is extremely rare to have a face-to-face communication with a witch in an open and honest manner," the dwarf lit a cigar and put it in his mouth, slowly exhaling a cloud of smoke after a while, "not to mention a witch who once participated in the gathering."

"Many academic questions have been answered, and they are no longer hypotheses called inferences but are actually imaginary, but are said by the witch herself - this will definitely cause an unprecedented earthquake!"

"And this is inseparable from the assistance of the lord of delusion and his companions," Elden bowed humbly to Ron, "Thank you very much for your hospitality, which made my trip very fruitful. But please forgive me, I think we should set off and go back immediately."

"As the dean of Elden College, I sincerely invite you and the rest of you to visit us in your spare time. Come to visit the academy. As an institution that attaches the most importance to culture and etiquette, you will definitely enjoy this time. "

"I can't guarantee that..." Sera rolled her eyes, "Speaking of which, where is Polly? Why didn't she come up with you?"

"You want to punish her for the mistakes she made before?" Elden smiled, "The witch guessed your thoughts, so she didn't want to see you."

"'My current body can't stand the torture of the barbarian. When I recover a little, I will accept the punishment myself'-that's what she said."

"This cunning old woman!" Sera snorted in dissatisfaction. She still remembered how difficult it was to fight the Death Knight that time. The witch's sudden escape was undoubtedly the main reason.

"Don't worry, unless she plans to be a mole and never come out for the rest of her life, you will always have a chance to teach her a lesson." Ron comforted.

Elden suddenly remembered something, found an excuse to let Gordon and Shiva go out first, and then signaled to Ron and others with his eyes. Ivy and Victoria immediately understood what he meant, and took the others to leave the hut under the pretext of protecting the two students, and closed the door considerately.

"Actually, there is no need for that," Ron looked up at the broken roof, from which he could directly see the stars in the night sky, "I am not a tight-lipped person, and your conversation with me will soon reach their ears."

The dwarf shook his head, took out a scroll wrapped with emerald green ribbon, and handed it to Ron: "That's your problem, I just don't want to tell so many people in person."

"If possible, it's better if you don't hear it - but unfortunately this is not possible."

Ron took the scroll. Although it was a very old but beautifully crafted magic scroll, although the magic contained in it was powerful, it was more like a gift than a practical disposable item.

Ron tried to use the weaving preface to identify it, but unexpectedly failed - the spell book did not show any useful information, just some specious words.

Spellcasters like Ron will not be misled by such obviously erroneous information, but reckless apprentices are very likely to harm others and themselves because of these lies.

"False aura?"

"This ribbon is not just a decoration, it has a permanent false aura attached to it, and any object wrapped by it will show false information." Elden was not surprised by Ron's failure, and the same was true for Ron's ability to recognize the origin of the magic effect. "It is... one of my love's most proud inventions in her lifetime."

"She is a magician, a master of illusion, and also my mentor," Elden sighed softly, "This ribbon has helped her accomplish many feats that seemed "impossible" before."

"I'm sorry, the theory of lifespan is always sad." Ron nodded, he knew that Elden took the initiative to bring up this matter, and there must be something else.

"Life span?" Elden raised his eyebrows, and then quickly understood what Ron meant, "No, please don't misunderstand, she is also a dwarf."

"She is a master of illusion, proficient in illusion, and willing to challenge the limit and challenge everything impossible." When talking about his lover, Elden's face, which was calm most of the time, showed rare tenderness, "And I took her as an example. For a long time, the greatest pleasure in my life was to constantly catch up and approach her height."

"In a certain period of time, influenced by the great wizard of the Hailan Empire, our main research topic was how to enable those warriors with poor talents to have the same ability to cast spells, or to enable spellcasters who lack exercise to fight in close combat. We referred to some spell models of the School of Change, and finally made a breakthrough-the spell recorded in the scroll in your hand."

Elden's face was illuminated by the dim light of the cigar, and his eyes revealed an indelible sadness: "My husband and I jointly promoted this project, but the final finishing work was completed by me alone - during that time, she was invited to participate in a "performance" in the Hailan Empire, and she never came back."

"It is said that she was deceived by the elves, and the magic show ended up as a gladiatorial contest, and her opponent was Oriana, whose last name was Ryan."

Elden did not speak for a long time, only large clouds of smoke lingered around his short body, telling of his powerless sorrow.

"Regarding these, I don't know what else I can do except to provide some meager help to the resistance. During the period after the war, I stayed in the laboratory almost 24 hours a day, just to complete our research - I don't know what the point is, but I still did it."

"It is the best work I have completed in my workshop, and it is also the last work. After completing it, my hair lost all its color overnight."