Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Do you really want to wade into this muddy water?"

After Ron closed the door again, the shadow under his feet suddenly came alive. Yelena's figure emerged and looked up at Ron: "Remember what I told you about our family? Although the woman in the attic is crazy, I think what she said is more like the truth."

"It is harder to make Richthofen give up power and strength than to kill them."

"That's why we can't abandon Sylvia." Ron walked to the window and looked out. The entire earldom shrouded in the night came alive. Undead creatures rushed out from the villages and buildings in the territory and gathered towards the earl's manor. Their number was no less than the battle they had seen, and because it was night, the atmosphere was even more terrifying.

This is the real Night Parade of One Hundred Demons.

"Let's go," Ron turned to look at the shadow spirit, "Although it's a little early to go to the scene now, as a guest, you can't let the host wait."

"Not to mention that this ceremony is time-limited."

"To you, or to him?" Yelena came earlier than Sylvia. She knew that Ron was not in the room just now. He just turned into a vapor and didn't know where he went.

"Aren't we participating in the same ceremony?" Ron smiled, "Let's go and call Ivy and the others separately-all dressed formally."

"We shouldn't have brought formal clothes, right? Then we only have the equipment for adventure."

"I think this is better."

Although the vampire count here can fully understand the dilemma of Ron and others, when he really saw the half-elf who wrapped himself in a tin can, his stiff pale face couldn't help but twitch.

"Um... Miss Ivy, can you at least lift up your mask?"

"You are too embarrassed to see anyone?" Sylvia smiled and patted Ivy's shoulder armor. She was wearing a court dress with red and black as the main colors. This long dress, tailored by zombie tailors in the earldom, not only set off the owner's elegant and dignified temperament, but also just highlighted the perfect figure of the vampire. Ron's eyes fell on Sylvia's slender waist. It can be imagined that she probably suffered a lot to wear such a dress.

Listening to a few rude whistles from the ghost choir, Ron sighed softly. It seemed that Sylvia didn't take his advice seriously at all.

"Humph!" Ivy turned her head away angrily, unwilling to look at Sylvia, and even more unwilling to look at Ron who was staring at Sylvia.

"It seems that everyone is here. Thank you, my lovely people. Your support is the driving force that has enabled me to get to where I am today." Count Richthofen also attended today in full dress. As soon as the nobleman showed up, the sound of bones and rotten meat hitting each other came from all directions. Compared with such applause, those incorporeal subjects seemed so gentle and elegant.

"However, we also want to thank the people sitting in front, our respectable neighbors," the count pressed his hands down, signaling the undead to keep quiet, "They brought us new hope and new leaders for this land!"

"I believe that under the leadership of the successor Countess Sylvia, the two territories on the ground will be more prosperous! Now, under the witness of the bright full moon! Miss Sylvia, please come forward and stand in front of the magic circle, yes, this is the position."

The count walked to the center of the magic circle himself, and Sylvia stood on a star according to the original position. As both parties stood in position, the 666 candles surrounding the magic circle ignited red cold flames at the same time, and a jade bowl for sacrifice rose slowly. The count took out an obsidian knife and waved it gently. His wrist was cut with a deep wound that could be seen to the bone, and black and red blood plasma slowly fell into the bowl.

"The blood race has a strong ability to recover, especially at night, and especially in their own fiefdom," Count Richthofen did not forget to explain to the guests, "If not, I can't collect enough blood."

"Now, dear Sylvia, it's your turn," the count threw the obsidian knife over, "You don't need to be so hard, just scratch it lightly, just once."

Sylvia obediently held the knife in one hand and showed her pale wrist in the other hand. However, just as all the creatures present were looking at her, a loud bang sounded from the castle.

To be more precise, it sounded from the attic of the castle!

"What's going on?!" The count's face changed, and before he could send someone to check, a beast-like roar resounded throughout the manor. Then, the white creature broke out of the window with a series of afterimages, and without any buffering measures, it smashed directly into the ceremony like a boulder!

"What kind of monster is this?!" Ron rushed forward and pushed Sylvia, who had not yet donated blood, away from the magic circle. At this moment, the "monster" that suddenly appeared clearly rushed towards Count Richthofen. The three mirror images and the original body brought a full forty cold claws. Under the moonlight, this creature looked as ferocious as a demon!

"How did you get out?!" The count waved his cane to block, and the bloody magic power surged around him, easily pushing the attacker more than ten meters away, "Go back to your attic! It's not your turn yet!"

"Is this the one you are talking about?"

Sylvia, who was pushed away by Ron, was surprised: "How did you communicate with this thing?"

"Shh," Ron gestured to her, turned his head and shouted loudly, "Mr. Earl, do we need to kill it here? It disrupted the ceremony!"

"Kill? No! No need to trouble the guests!" The black mist lingered on the earl's cane, turning into a solid prison to trap the witch in the attic, "I said, it's not time for you to show up yet!"

"Be obedient, Mary!"

"Mary?!" As the earl shouted this name, the woman in white stood there like Pavlov's dog. She was still on all fours like a wild animal. A teardrop left the corner of her eye, washing away the dirt on her face, but she stayed in the black mist cage quietly, and there was no restlessness even if the cage was dispersed.

"This is my good daughter," the Earl raised his lips, nodded with satisfaction, and turned his attention back to Sylvia, "Sir Ron, this is no big deal. Please let Miss Sylvia stand back, the ceremony can still be held as usual."

Ron let go of Sylvia's hand, but the vampire refused to take even one step forward. She looked at the Earl with an ugly face: "What did you call her just now?"

"Mary, is there any problem?" The Earl stood calmly in the center of the formation, "Please come over, Miss Sylvia."

"Her full name is Marie von Richthofen, right?" Thinking of what Ron and others had talked about with her a few days ago, Sylvia felt a chill all over her body. "Didn't you say that your wife and daughter had died a long time ago?! Didn't you say that they sacrificed for this territory?!"

"Then how do you explain this woman? You locked her in the attic? And trained her like a dog?!"

Sylvia clenched her fists. She had been sold as a slave since she was a child, but even the lowest slaves would not be treated like this: "I need a reasonable explanation!"