Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"I protest! I want to appeal! You are enforcing the law in violation of regulations!"

When several guards surrounded him, Henry shouted loudly to protest, but he did not dare to really resist.

After all, he was a citizen of the Carolina city-state and was bound by the laws of the city-state. If he was taken away for questioning, he would only face the City Defense Department and the Public Security Department. If he resisted or even used arcane magic, it would be the Carolina Magic Committee that came.

You know, their president is the newly promoted Lord Carolina! If he went to her, no matter whether he was right or not, he would bleed a lot.

Ron and Victoria watched the arrest of Henry, and after a few more words with the captain of the guards, they said goodbye and prepared to leave.

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But when he was about to leave, Ron's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Just as he tried to put away the spellbook, the weaving preface seemed to show a little bit of...resistance?

Resistance?

Although the weaving preface returned to normal in just a moment, this was his spellbook, and Ron still noticed something unusual.

"What's wrong?" Victoria turned her head and asked with concern, "You seem to be a little bit off."

"Nothing, maybe I haven't slept enough recently," Ron tried a few more times, and the momentary blockage did not reappear, which made him wonder if he was really in a trance just now, "It's okay, let's go see Sylvia and the others, they are probably all back now."

Sylvia and the other two did return to their residence, but not so fast, and they arrived almost at the same time as Ron and the others. According to them, on the way back, a strange man stopped them. The man was quite powerful, but he did not show any hostility. He just asked a few questions and let them go.

"It was a female elf, like Lady Leah, a pure-blooded elf," Sylvia recalled. "She should be a spellcaster, but she was wearing light warrior attire, with mithril armor covering her right shoulder and right hand."

"Long silver hair, straight hair, lake blue eyes," Seymour added, "It's different from Lady Leah. I suspect she might be a moon elf, but there are differences in the details, so I can't be sure."

Drow was quite sensitive to his elven cousins, but even so, he was occasionally uncertain.

"What did she ask you?" Ron thought about it but couldn't remember any dealings they had with the moon elves.

"There are three main questions: First, did we kill the broker? We said no," Carlos said. "Second, we were asked why we came to Carolina. We used your official statement, but the other party didn't say anything."

"She didn't believe it," Seymour shrugged. "Finally, she asked us if we had heard of Green Swamp Town."

Ron's heart moved: "What did you say?"

"We said we had been there, but it had long been a ruin," Sylvia said, "She... sneered?"

"It seemed like a sneer," Carlos thought about it and said affirmatively, "the kind of disdainful ridicule and sneer, but it didn't seem to be towards us."

"I think she should be one of the insiders of the Baron's plan, and she doesn't like Hailan. Empire," Seymour concluded, "after all, moon elves are more friendly to other races."

"Well...be careful anyway," Ron thought for a moment, "I had some problems when I came back, I don't know if it has anything to do with her."

"Should our plan be delayed?"

"Instructor Seymour will have to wait a while. As for our dear 'Fourteenth Book of the Dead', it has already come to this point. It is not realistic to stop, so it is better to have a beginning and an end."

Ron and the others took a break here and prepared to arrange Henry Robertson. Let's talk about the necromancer. He is now sitting in the lounge of the Carolina Sheriff's Department, staring gloomily at a big black spider weaving a web in the corner.

Henry felt that he was really unlucky these two days.

First, he was inexplicably accused by a prostitute that his skeleton killed someone in her bed and dragged her away!

It's nonsense! How could he do such a thing? How could he do such a thing in a brothel? How could he do such a thing in front of witnesses! Doesn't he look like a fool? !

Although it was later proved that the prostitute's memory was disturbed by someone's spell, and this was a frame-up, Henry's phantom was still detained, but it was not the real body anyway, so it was no big deal.

But when this matter got involved, Henry made a mistake in his haste - he forgot the task he set for the flesh and blood puppet - the next night after the slave trader was killed, he really had to kill two people to replenish his material reserves!

And for some reason, the defense system of his own magic tower might have had problems, and the undead guards actually fought with the guards in the city. Although he could use "undead command rigidification" to get away with it because no deaths were caused, his reputation would definitely get worse in the future.

As for the explosion...

Henry Robertson bit his fingernails, a habit he had developed over the years. He was almost certain that the explosions and fires were not caused by him, and one of his alert eyes was shattered by thunder magic, which was enough to prove that there were other people present besides him and the guards, and there should be a spellcaster among the third party.

But the problem is... the Sheriff's Department will not believe his words, and the Magic Committee will not believe it unless he, Henry, can hand over his spellbook for them to check - but that is impossible!

The necromancer sighed helplessly, and then he could only check the defense settings of his own wizard tower. If there were no spell traps such as fireball, he could completely clear himself of suspicion.

But how could a wizard not use fireball? Even if he focused on the undead, he had to add spells from other schools to fill the gaps when designing the defense system of the wizard tower.

If the wizard tower and he were both proficient in only necromancy, then it would make no difference whether the wizard was in the tower or not.

So, he did have traps to trigger the fireball spell, and there were even quite a few of them. If he really investigated, he would definitely not be able to give a convincing explanation in this regard.

Just as Henry Robertson was thinking about it, the door of the lounge was opened and a guard walked in with a dark face.

"Mr. Henry Robertson, the commander wants to ask you about what happened last night."