Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

In the following days, Ron and his team really lived "like a count". The broken and stitched body did not affect the professionalism of Butler Alfred at all, and the other residents in the territory also tried their best to meet the needs of Ron and others.

Since most undead creatures do not have an urgent need for blood, the wild animals nearby are fat and strong. When Ron's team needs food, they can get rich meat quickly.

The only pity is that Sylvia often disappears because she has to prepare for the subsequent inheritance ceremony and cannot spend this time with everyone. After all, Count von Richthofen has to perform not only secular rituals but also magical sacrifices, and Sylvia must go to help.

In order to ensure the safety of their companions, Ron, Victoria and Yelena also participated in the planning work. They all know some ritual spells and can help. Fortunately, the Earl seemed to have no intention of hiding anything. Instead, he was very happy that someone could lend a hand. However, the ceremony must be held at the full moon, so even if the preparations are basically completed, the ceremony cannot be held in advance.

"I have become a night owl these days," Victoria yawned and walked out of her room at dusk on the seventh day. She didn't have dark circles on her face, but her spirit was obviously not very good. "But for Sylvia, it's all worth it."

"You can adapt to this kind of life so well," the priest said, looking at Ron, who had woken up long ago even though he went out at almost the same time. "I heard from Driver that you seemed to be 'fallen from the sky'? Did you often have jet lag before?"

Ron didn't reveal much about his previous life to his companions. He probably looked like a herbalist. But since he had never been exposed to magic before, everyone thought that Ron's main working time should still be during the day.

"Have you heard of the followers of Gond? They are all inventors with wonderful ideas," Ron said casually, "I also had some gadgets similar to theirs before, which can make me... um at night."

For someone like him, it is normal to reverse day and night, but it is not all for work and study.

"Then it seems that you can stay awake when helping Sylvia, and not like Victoria," Quest smiled. He has been elusive recently. I don't know why he suddenly showed up outside of dinner today, "Remember the night before yesterday? You worked until almost dawn, and Victoria slept directly on the stairs when she came back!"

"I just took a nap-"

"Do you mean sleeping with your head down?"

"But speaking of this, Ron," Quest looked around and made sure that the housekeeper who moved quietly was not nearby, then he restrained his smile and asked in a low voice, "You have been helping every day for this week. Have you found anything unusual?"

"Yelena doesn't know much about the rituals of the vampires, but I remember that you have a pile of theoretical books on related aspects. I want to Can you see something?"

"Enchantment and ritual magic do have some intersections, but there are still some differences," Ron considered his words, "Let me put it this way: I didn't find anything unusual."

"The Earl himself was actually just copying the instructions. He had never held a similar ceremony, so all the operations were carried out according to the records in a magic book. As a helper and a guest with an equal status to him, I naturally have reason to observe."

"There is no problem with the content in terms of theory or calculation. It is fair and aboveboard. The energy source for Sylvia's blood conversion is the Earl himself. There is no operation that harms the world."

Ron was originally entangled in what to do if this ceremony requires thousands of vampire derivatives, but after a week, he is almost certain that this will not happen.

Besides, this is not Baldur's Gate. Even if the Earl is willing, there is no place to find so many derivatives.

"But I still don't understand," Quest rubbed his chin, "vampires have almost eternal life, which makes these guys usually have an almost perverted desire for power - why would he suddenly want to find someone to inherit the family business?"

"According to him..."

"I know, I know," Quest interrupted Ron, "He talked about this issue more than once at the dinner: 'My beloved wife and daughter chose to sacrifice themselves in order to let me live, but this kind of eternal life is too painful. I want to end it all, but my subjects are still attached to the world. As a lord, I can't just leave like this.' . But don't you think it's a problem? He seems to really care about his subjects? "

"Except for you, I have never seen a lord with such feelings. At most, they are just worried that their territory will not produce enough or their status will not be maintained due to the difficult life of their subjects... But even if both parties have died for hundreds of years, he still wants to fulfill his responsibilities? ! "

"I admire such people," Victoria said, "Do you suspect he has other thoughts? Is there any evidence?"

"That's the problem. No," Quest spread his hands, "but my intuition tells me that there must be something wrong here, very wrong!"

"Especially that Alfred," Quest confirmed again that the butler was not nearby, "I have been wandering around the castle these two days, and he almost never came out to stop me. But when I reached the stairs to the attic, that guy would come to me for various reasons and send me away!"

"What is in the attic?"

"Although this is your professional habit, it is not good to sniff around in other people's homes, right?" Ivy, who had already changed into pajamas, was about to go back to her room to sleep. She was in a completely different world from other people these days. "Ron, do you still remember Constance's adoptive father's house? Nobles and wealthy businessmen like this have their own little secrets. We should not pay too much attention to them."

"Isn't Sylvia fine? What's there to worry about?"

"We are worried about this," Ron thought for a while, and suddenly had an idea in his mind, "Where is that kid Driver? Where has he been these days?"

A white mouse jumped down from the decoration above the corridor. It seemed to have been squatting here for a long time, and it was still actively controlled by Driver himself. Dabai raised his head and squeaked twice at the crowd, signaling them to leave and talk somewhere else.