Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"'...This is the third year we have settled in this barren mountain. My patience has been worn out by the council's rejection of me several times. Even if they ask me to go back and take charge of the situation now, I will not Whatever you think - go to hell with the lord who socializes all day long until he is drunk! The same goes for the ambitions of the Lane family. I can foresee that the elves' rule over this land is likely to come to an end because of them. ! '"

"It's quite far-sighted. It seems that this territory has a longer history than the Highland Empire." Ron shrugged. He was not surprised by this.

"Before the Hailan Empire, the elves were indeed glorious," Ivy said, "but no one mentions them anymore, otherwise they would inevitably be labeled as such."

"'Miss the Hyland Empire? Do you want to continue being a slave to them?'" Quest took over, "In the early days of the city-state alliance, many lords, mainly the elven lords, were overthrown because of this trap."

"'Although there is almost nothing here, I am not impoverished. I still have my family who loves me and me, and the people who support me. I believe that everything will be fine here, and Mary will be in a good place. Growing up in an environment inferior to my hometown. I have enough time to change everything here, and I will do it, on the honor of my family.'"

"Family's reputation..." Yelena sneered. This shadow spirit still practices the family's tradition, but she no longer looks down on her fellow clansmen who are digging in the ground - serving the Grand Duke of Purgatory, such an opportunity is not for anyone. It can be had.

"'Especially after my wife, Hekate, discovered something in this land, I am even more convinced that our future must be bright - delusional, there once was a huge empire that rose from here, if we can find With their legacy, everything will change! I must do my best to support her research!'"

"It has been recorded here for the ninth year," Ron flipped through the records at the back and sighed softly. "A reasonably sane earl was buried here, and most of the rest are his and Hecate's discoveries. His The witch's wife really found some clues and warned him, but this somewhat paranoid guy completely ignored them. "

"So they had a falling out, and he even thought that Hekate was trying to kill him and take everything for himself, so he decided to strike first... In the following years, the records on it were extremely messy, and they didn't look like they were written in ink. 's, more like..."

"Blood," Dreyfudeau came over, stood on tiptoes to identify it, and then said firmly, "These are old blood stains, and the writing is not as good as mine."

"Of course the writing is not as beautiful as your drawings," Ivy curled her lips, "I have never seen anyone who can 'write' a house in writing!"

"Just tell me if my writing is as good as mine! You are just jealous of my talent!"

"In the following years, he spent the next few years in endless regret - not only because of accidentally killing his daughter, but also because of the magic sword found in the ruins and the set of rituals to gain power: The magic sword devoured Mary's soul and Hecate's body, causing his carefully prepared ritual to fail. Uncontrolled power raged within his body, and his life fell into a countdown until the mysterious existence reappeared. "

"That guy in the dark fog?"

Ron nodded: "The first time it met the Earl and Countess was in the ruins they excavated. In its self-introduction to the Earl, it claimed to be the soul of a generous ancient magician who once gave money to that ancient empire. "

"In the second meeting, it gave the earl two options: either he would die, and his people would continue to thrive in peace; or he would change his life form to save himself, which would make the entire territory All inhabitants are similarly transformed into undead."

"Of course the count chose the second option. He dedicated all the living creatures in the territory to the other party. In return, it gave the count a deal - a ritual that would allow him to gain power as scheduled even if he became a vampire. In When the ritual is successful, that being will come to collect the other half of the reward.”

"I am the key point of that ceremony," Sylvia sighed and raised her hands, "I will never be fooled by this kind of pie-in-the-sky 'good thing' again, I promise!"

"What about these coffins in the bedroom?" Quest glanced at the mummies in the room.

"This is a gift," Ron found the answer from the count's notes. "In order to ensure that the plan can be implemented smoothly without being disturbed by outsiders, the other party built a powerful gargoyle bodyguard for the count, using all His knights and guards were invited to a dinner at the Earl's house. During this period, the Earl left for an excuse. The mysterious man controlled them all, extracted their souls, and wiped away their memories, leaving only their infinite loyalty to the Earl. "

"Death for one's lord is not a complete tragedy," Victoria sighed. "It's a pity that these people are afraid that they won't know how they died in the end."

"We'd better let these people rest in their coffins again - Sylvia, is there anything else worth noting here besides his bedroom?"

"Then there is the attic," the vampire spread his hands, "I believe you have been there. In addition, I am sure that we have been taken to visit every room, and there will be no omissions."

"Really?" Quest looked at Sylvia with a suspicious look.

"Why would I lie to you!" Sylvia said helplessly, "Although I was confused this time, think about it, have I ever lied to you? In any case, we are on the same side!"

"That's not what I meant," the spy waved his hand, his eyes passed Sylvia and cast on the wall behind her, "Don't you find any problems in this room?"

"Sir Ron, what do you think?"

"Opinion?" Ron was startled by the sudden question. He immediately cast a spell to check the entire room, but found nothing. "Quest, I don't think I noticed anything unusual here."

"Is the magic aura normal?" Quest shook the horns on his head, "It seems to be a purely physical mechanism."

"Didn't you notice? Although this room looks spacious, its area is still reduced compared to the length of the corridor outside, the size of the castle's outer wall, and the thickness of the stone wall!"

The tiefling walked behind Sylvia, in front of the wall where the earl's exclusive coffin was leaning, and reached out to knock on the wall twice: "I bet there is a secret room in here!"