Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

The fat corpse rolled onto the carpet woven with exotic silk threads without making any sound.

The Dragonborn opened his mouth wide as if he was in a nightmare, but no sound came out of his throat.

The pitch-black figure, whose whole body was hidden in a white hood, slowly raised a hand and put his index finger on his lips, signaling the other person to stay quiet.

After a while, a young man dressed in black walked in from the outside. Behind him, two tall bodyguards covered his throat and fell to the ground with wide eyes.

Oddly enough, the dark-skinned Seymour favored white, while Carlos preferred black clothing to hide himself at night. Ron wrapped his whole body like a rice dumpling, with only a pair of eyes exposed. When he walked into the room, he looked at the master and apprentice curiously.

A snake tongue and a small piece of honeycomb appeared in front of the naked Dragonborn as casting materials. When Ron placed his palm on his head, the Dragonborn's pupils quickly became dilated.

"Your guest was attacked, along with his bodyguards," Ron's words sounded like dreams to others, but each word was engraved in the Dragonborn's mind, turning into a memory that couldn't be more real. "The attack The ones behind them were four skeletal assassins who dragged the three bodies along the window and quickly disappeared into the darkness.”

"You can't recall more details. You just vaguely remember that the third set of ribs of those skeletons have book page-shaped imprints on them."

That is the most commonly used symbol of a certain "Fourteenth Book of the Dead".

While Ron was using the suggestion technique, Sera also walked in and cooperated with Seymour and Carlos to move the three corpses out.

Sylvia was hiding further away, specifically around Henry Robinson's mage tower, where she would turn three corpses into undead creatures and then destroy them, hiding all the fragments in nearby trees at will. .

Several spellcasters and a senior drow assassin jointly arranged for an ordinary slave trader. Not to mention that the Carolina officials had been bribed. Even if they investigated carefully, they would not find any problems. All the clues would only lead to That necromancer Henry.

As a not-so-decent necromancer, it is a normal operation to go to the city and kill a lot of people when there is a shortage of materials.

"But I still don't understand." After returning to his residence, Carlos took off his robe. "According to the intelligence we have collected these days, Henry's status in Carolina is not high but not low either. Such a level of trick There’s nothing you can do to him.”

"The best Carolina can do is investigate him, and he will just send his phantom to deal with it, just like the day of the banquet - which does not create a better environment for the assassination."

"No, of course," Ron took off his disguise, "Henry is not a spellcaster of the illusion school. He just created an illusion to deal with the interrogation. And if in this case, 'he' committed another crime Where’s the case?”

"Sir, you mean——"

"Tomorrow night you and Seymour will work alone and deliver them to Sylvia at the same place." Ron smiled. "When Carolina launches an investigation into Henry because of a murder, he will definitely not come forward in person. , and the investigators will only go so far, leaving a step down for both parties.”

"But what if the necromancer didn't restrain himself at all when the phantom was questioned and killed another 'poor drow broker'?"

"That will definitely be considered a provocation," Quest nodded. "Even if he has a clone, he will have to explain himself."

Sylvia's eyes were filled with fire, which was her hope of revenge.

It is extremely difficult to kill a spellcaster in the mage tower, but if the caster walks out on his own, it is completely different!

"I see, I understand!" Carlos clenched his fists excitedly. He had a very good relationship with Seymour. In his opinion, the enemies of this drow teacher were his enemies, and it was his duty to do this.

"Don't worry! That broker will meet with the buyer in a dark alley every night. We will attack in tandem and kill the witnesses to ensure that no clues are left behind!"

"For the first time, I know that revenge can actually go hand in hand," Seymour laughed happily, "You are truly worthy of being a benefactor! Don't worry, even if it's for Sylvia, I guarantee that this action will be successful." There will be any omissions!”

It’s just that in this world, many things cannot be “guaranteed” without any omissions.

The next night, a patrol of soldiers walked through a dark alley without noticing. Carolina City has been very uneasy recently. Just this morning, a murder was reported by a prostitute. If there were no special instructions, they would rather pretend that they couldn't see an alley like this.

Although there are many soldiers on patrol, who knows what is hidden in the darkness?

After the patrol turned the corner, two shadows, one white and one black, landed lightly in the alley. However, here, they did not see the drow broker and her client who were supposed to be here.

"The intelligence is wrong?" Carlos' heart suddenly thumped and he quickly looked at Seymour, "That intelligence dealer..."

"Impossible, our information is the result of the aggregation of at least two 'exclusive information'. That bitch will definitely be here at this time." The drow assassin's voice was as cold as ice at this time.

"Look around. I know you don't have dark vision, but this is part of the test."

Carlos had a solid foundation and soon found something at the other end of the alley: "Teacher! Look here, there are bloodstains!"

"Traces of dragging?" Seymour rushed over immediately. After a brief inspection, his heart was beating fast, "Someone got there first?"

She had so many enemies? Or was it a case of robbing the thieves because the deal failed? Zhuo Er was unsure for a moment, but soon he found something else.

In the stinking ditch in the corner of the alley, the corpse of a male halfling was thrown there like garbage, and there was a bag of gold coins scattered around him.

"This is the buyer!" Carlos approached the corpse and recognized the man, "Both of them are dead?!"

"And it's not a robbery," Seymour pouted at the gold coin, "This is really strange, who could have done it?"

"Teacher," Carlos suddenly thought of something, "Didn't Sir Ron say last night that necromancers sometimes..."

"That Henry?" Seymour questioned this reasoning, "He has been invited by Carolina's civil servants today, and the phantom must stay in there for at least three days before being released!"

"He would choose tonight, and he would kill the person we want to kill?!"

"Boom!"

Before Seymour finished speaking, a huge explosion sounded not far from the city. The two hurried out of the alley, but saw a bright fire on the side of the wizard tower.

"Teacher?"

"Sylvia is still there, go and save her!"