Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Reasonable explanation?" The Earl tilted his head slightly, "I am ready to hand over the entire territory to you, Miss Sylvia, what else do you want to explain?"

"If your wife and daughter are both dead, of course there is no need for explanation," Ron looked at the Earl, "but now everyone can see that your daughter is still here, and the reason you mentioned before, wanting to reunite with your family, is not valid, so why do you insist on continuing this ceremony?"

The Earl looked at the creature he called Mary, as if he was looking at an animal rather than his biological daughter: "What is wrong? Can't you see? My Mary will never come back to me, and squatting here is just her unborn child. A body that can die, do you think a walking corpse can manage the territory on my behalf? "

The vampire had a mocking smile on his face: "Of course, after I leave, there will be a flood, what does it have to do with me? But after all, there is a neighbor on the other side of the mountain. Do you really want to see my people become evil ghosts who only know how to wander around and attack the living? "

"Come on, Miss Sylvia, the ceremony needs to continue, for you, for me, and for your benefactor..."

Sylvia looked at Ron tangledly, but her benefactor's attention was all on the crazy woman squatting on the ground at this moment. The vampire mage hesitated for a long time and finally took a step forward.

"Yes, that's it, follow the steps we practiced..."

The vampire count watched Sylvia drip blood into the bowl with satisfaction, and then waved his hand. The daughter who had been crazy for hundreds of years in his memory crawled over obediently like a pet and drank the blood in the jade bowl.

"This is a necessary process," the Count explained. "You are not a real vampire. Directly transferring my blood to you will only harm you. Although Mary has long died, her body still exists, and the power of her blood is also left in this empty shell."

"Using her body as a medium, you can smoothly become my offspring in the sense of magic, rather than a tragic derivative."

"It's almost time," the Count looked up at the full moon above his head. Under the influence of his blood magic, the bright moonlight was being shrouded in a layer of blood. "Mary, return your blood!"

"After tonight, your soul and body will rest together! You will return to your mother's arms and return to the eternal sweet dreamland! You-"

"Why don't you move?"

The vampire Count was stunned for a moment. He was sure that there would be no mistakes in his training. After hundreds of years of repeated polishing, this body that once belonged to his daughter had long since become a living and moving spellcasting material, and there would be no hesitation in his orders!

But tonight, at this most important moment! His order actually failed? !

"Tsk, luckily I have a backup plan." Count Richthofen's face was dark. Although this variable was definitely not what he wanted, how could he not have a backup plan? Thousands of blood-colored threads gushed out from his palms, connected to every joint and muscle of Mary with the blood of the family as the traction. Under his control, this body was pulled up like a puppet, staggering towards the predetermined position in the magic circle.

"No wonder my benefactor said that this magic circle seemed redundant," Sylvia looked at the location indicated by the earl and murmured, "You didn't tell me there was this step."

"I wasn't sure whether this step was necessary before," the earl gave Sylvia a reassuring look, "Don't worry, nothing will happen. You are about to become my daughter, how could I--"

The earl's words were interrupted again by Mary's stagnation. This body ignored the earl's spell and suddenly stopped in place. No matter how the earl controlled it, it refused to move half a step.

"My magic is mediated by blood, how could she resist this?!"

"Actually, she can," Ron, whose eyes had been on Mary, suddenly spoke up when the Earl was still trying to control it awkwardly, "Mr. Earl, there have always been two people closest to you, and the blood of one of them has nothing to do with you."

"Two... Are you talking about my wife Hecate?!" The Earl was stunned for a moment, and then his blood-red eyes burst into fierce light, staring at Ron, "What do you know?! What did you do!"

"I didn't do anything," when the surrounding undead began to get restless, the preface of the weaving method floated in front of Ron, the pages turned, and his companions picked up their weapons and stood beside him, "You should ask, what did you do."

"I ...I didn't mean it!" The count's face changed again and again, "Hecate, that witch! She coveted the power that should have belonged to me, and even wanted to kill me! I just took the initiative!" The vampire roared: "Mary, my beloved daughter! She actually stood on her mother's side and blocked my sword when I was about to kill the witch! She died just like that! Died in the conflict between her parents, and all this should be blamed on the cursed witch!" Ron did not guide him more, but hundreds of years of guilt made Count Richthofen's spirit unable to withstand any test. In the fierce self-argumentation, he did not even notice that the body that should have been in his control actually raised its hand. As the long nails scratched, the blood-red thread broke, and the connection between the count and his daughter's body was completely severed.

"Is it my fault?" The voice familiar to Ron and others, and even more familiar to the Earl, rang out from the mouth of the mad woman. She turned around with clear and bright eyes, "Blame it on your blood wrapped in gold foil! You have been blinded by power until today!"

"Hecate?!" The Earl stepped back in horror and looked at his "daughter" in disbelief, "No, this is impossible! How could you still be alive!"

"Is it strange? Not completely killed by your magic sword that can devour souls?" The witch sneered and approached her husband, "You forgot that the sword pierced a mother and a daughter at the same time, it pierced two people at the same time!"

"I just woke up a little these days and finally figured out this How did it happen: it was our daughter who did it. "

"Mary?"

"She is not only a member of the Richthofen family, but also a witch," Hecate, who was wearing the face of his daughter, said in a sad voice, "You damned bastard! Mary didn't have to die! She dedicated her soul to the sword and took me, who had lost my body, into her own body!"

"It's all because of you! If you hadn't insisted on contacting that damn lich, how could Mary - I would rather be killed by you completely!"

The witch suddenly stopped, and her tone turned grim: "But it's all too late - Capen von Richthofen, my husband, welcome your fate that is hundreds of years late!"