Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Where have you been? What took you so long?"

When the messenger reappeared in the sight of his colleagues and got into the hiding place in a familiar manner, his colleagues, whose legs were almost numb from squatting, couldn't help but complain.

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According to regulations, surveillance operations must be carried out in groups of at least two people, and they must not leave each other's sight for more than five minutes. This guy should not have exceeded this time limit when he followed the suspicious person just now, but he has clearly violated the regulations.

"Hey, don't mention it." The messenger who had just returned adjusted his clothes. The clothes perfectly matched his stature. "Have you never walked through that kind of alley? When the cold wind blew, hey! My stomach suddenly felt I’m so overwhelmed! I can’t hold it in anymore!”

The special geographical location of Rose City determines that it can still be snow-free even in this unusual winter, but low temperatures are unavoidable, and the draft in the streets and alleys is even more biting, enough to make those who do not have enough cold-proof clothing The messengers drank from a pot.

"Okay, okay," upon hearing this, the colleague quickly moved a few steps aside, "Stop talking, it smells weird."

Although they all serve the gods, in the end we are all mortals, and it is inevitable that this kind of thing will happen. But at this point, the colleague couldn't help but feel suffocated and angry: "It's true, why do those who go to monitor delusionally get extra allowances for keeping out the cold? We have to blow the cool breeze here!"

The "Preacher" rolled his eyes, and then sneered in agreement: "No, I don't believe that buying two more clothes can cost so much! Isn't it because-"

"Hush, shush!" The companion quickly put his finger on his lips, "Silence! Just say a few words to complain, just in case..."

He pointed to his head, probably implying that there were still others following them.

But precisely because of this, the remaining doubts the other party had about the companion who had just disappeared briefly were completely dispelled. In recent years, the bosses have become more and more disrespectful. It would be strange if those who do the dirty work didn't complain at all.

The surveillance work of this group did not end until dinner time. What surprised the messenger was that his colleague seemed to be extra generous today and treated him to a nice dinner. Of course, in return, the messenger pretended not to know that his companion wandered on the street for half an hour after the meal. When he returned to the church where he was temporarily staying, he also helped him to cover up and avoid the bishop. of interrogation.

Don't talk about gold coins, it's just camaraderie, this is what should be done.

"The manor opposite is really impressive!" Before going to bed, the "Herald" spread out his sleeping bag on the cold floor, but kept staring at the outside of the church. He could still see the manor hundreds of meters away. "When can we live in a large manor like that?"

"Isn't our fortress as magnificent as that?" The companion sneered, got into the bed like a fish, and wrapped himself tightly, "We have dedicated our lives to the gods of order, so don't think about it."

"The owner of the manor is a newly aristocratic businessman, a serious and wealthy man."

"It seems that the God of Trade favors him very much," "Herald" nodded, "Or is it the Goddess of Luck?"

"It's all wrong," the messenger, who was sleeping on a pillow, smacked his lips drowsily and babbled, "I heard that he also believes in our sect... It's really unfair. Why can he get rich?"

"What's even more annoying is that he received a gift from the gods, but he is unwilling to cooperate with our actions, otherwise there would be no need to arrest the couple... Phew..."

After extinguishing the candles in this side hall, the eyes of the "messenger" shone brightly under the moonlight.

As a doppelgänger, stealing other people's superficial thoughts is an innate talent. This not only allows him to perfectly imitate every move of the person being swapped, but also makes it impossible for others to distinguish the authenticity - when a person says When everything is what you think in your heart, how can you doubt him for no reason?

Quest sneered and lay down in his sleeping bag with his clothes on. This was considered an act of his own initiative, but as a veteran for many years, he was sure that doing so would only help Ron implement his plan better.

How can you best guide others to do what they want? Pretend to be one of them of course!

Early the next morning, several messengers who had been watching for the shift hurried in and reported to everyone that Ron and his party were heading straight for Hendricks' manor.

"How did they find this place?" The bishop in charge raised his funny eyebrows, "What have you been monitoring these days? They just wandered around a few churches and monasteries, and then suddenly got straight to the point. ?”

"Where are the arrangements above? Where are the clues for inducement!"

"We don't know either. Maybe they have other ways?" Quest muttered in a low voice, "After all, he is a lord, so there is no need to report everything to us."

"Lord Thred will not like this explanation," the bishop snorted and waved his hand, "Forget it, the matter is over, you should immediately report this to other churches and prepare for action!"

"Strive to capture Ron and force him to submit! How can a holy war tolerate such petty destruction?"

Several priests agreed and immediately ran outside. However, before they could open the door, the door of the church was forcibly opened. Two civilians, a man and a woman, lost their balance as the door opened and rolled on the ground. A ball.

"Who is it?!" The highly nervous members of the cult were shocked and almost took action. If the bishop had not been calm, the two civilians would have almost died at the hands of the person being helped.

"My Lord Bishop, please save my life!" The woman with tears on her face raised her head and cried hoarsely, "I can't live anymore--"

"You, you talk slowly, what's going on?" The bishop was shocked and hurried forward to support her, but his outstretched arm was pushed away by the woman, "Madam, crying alone can't solve the problem."

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency the Bishop, Maria is too sad," the man wiped his tears and spoke for his woman miserably, "It's like this, I don't know when a witch got into Rose City, she stole our child! Please help for the sake of the gods!"

"Witch?!" The bishop's face changed several times when he heard this, "This... When did this evil creature get into Rose City!"

"It must have been an old lady who got in, isn't this a witch? The most commonly used trick? "A voice rang out from the crowd, "Sir, we have to help them!"

"Shut up!" The bishop looked up and found that it was one of his priests, "Didn't you see the members of the church? We have more important things to do today!"

"But sir, is there anything more important than eradicating the evil witch?" Quest stood up at this time and protested loudly, "Fellow believers, what is our doctrine? What is our duty? The above tasks are important, but should we just sit back and watch in the face of this situation? ! "

"But the archbishop has repeatedly explained the importance of this mission!" The bishop frowned. Logically speaking, the messenger of this level is several levels lower than himself, but the two sides do not belong to the same system, so the other party does not have to look at his face unconditionally.

"Can we abandon the poor child for a pagan? Gentlemen, is this what we want?" Quest didn't care about the title of the Archbishop at all, and just kept speaking to the heralds and priests, "Your Excellency the Archbishop certainly can't take all the situations into consideration, so we have to hear, think, see, and do for the adults! I believe that if the compassionate Archbishop were here, he would definitely agree with our approach!"

Quest's words won the support of the vast majority of people, even the bishop was persuaded. After weighing the two, the child's life is obviously more precious. As for that lord...

"Notify other churches and monasteries and explain the situation!" The bishop gritted his teeth, "We have an emergency here and must give priority to it. We can only trouble them over there!"

"Everyone follow me - this lady, this gentleman, please lead the way for us!"