Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

The fundamental difference between mages and other spell casters is learning. Their spells are not blown by strong winds!

How could a guy who was dreaming of becoming famous and barely leaving there come into contact with a spell of this level?

Bishop Thred was astonished. The spell-invalidating barrier he had set up was a gift. Could it be that he also...?

Thinking back to what he just said...

"Where did you learn it from? It's not your turn to ask," Ron waved his hand and threw the swift sword in his other hand at Thred, "Go on!"

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"There's no way this attack could hit me—ugh!"

After showing off his show, the halfling's body became insubstantial again, and he easily dodged Ron's throw. However, before he could get proud, the sword turned past the tip of the sword and pierced his heart from behind!

The bishop struggled and tried to become invisible again, but this time, the same blessing from Purgatory lost its effect. A liquid that was so viscous that it did not resemble human blood slowly flowed down the wound that penetrated his chest. The halfling lowered his head and looked at the tip of the sword. , and turned to look at the half-elf behind him in disbelief.

"This...this is impossible, this magic potion-"

"The screams of sirens are enough to bring the dead back to life, let alone those who are just sleeping?" Constance tilted her head slightly. Her ears were still buzzing, but this did not interfere with her giving the halfling a fatal blow. With one blow, "Where is our housekeeper?! Where did you kidnap my father again!"

"Do you think I will tell you?" Bishop Thred's face was distorted. He grabbed the tip of the sword on his chest, raised the dagger with his backhand and stabbed back, but Constance was no longer the same person she was before. , the half-elf easily dodged his sneak attack.

"Those two ignorant people...Haha, don't worry, someone will avenge me!"

"You have offended Purgatory and Molten Iron Barrier, destroyed the Holy War, you -"

Ron, who was no longer bound by the spell-invalid barrier, sent him on his last journey with a flaming arrow: "You're done nagging, it's time to go to hell."

"If you really think Dispater can help you sincerely, then go find him."

Constance retracted the sword blade and stared at the ashes scattered on the ground with a solemn expression: "Mr. Ron, will we also become...like this?"

After all, they also have a lot of interactions with Purgatory.

"Trading is one thing, but putting souls on it is another." Ron ignored Bishop Thred, who didn't even leave the whole body behind, and walked to the bookshelf to open the mechanism, "The people we know so far Among them, the only one who needs to worry about this may be Yelena.”

"Let's see first what your old father and that housekeeper have hidden."

As Ron expected, as the mechanism vibrated, a secret door appeared on the wall. The secret room behind it was spotless and had obviously been cleaned frequently. When Ron and Constance walked into the secret room, Ron discovered a prominent and familiar sign:

Spiked onyx and curved horn crown!

"Lord of the Nine Hells, should I be surprised?" Ron turned to look at Constance, "I remember you once said you had seen this sign under the ruins of the former Green Marsh Town."

"You have such a good memory," Constance no longer concealed anything at this point and admitted it openly, "This is exactly what I 'saw'."

"So, you are also one of the believers?"

The half-elf shook his head: "No, but my father is. I don't know about Steward Slade, but I think he probably already is, right?"

They believe in Asmodeus, the Lord of the Nine Hells. It's no wonder that the bishop scolded them for being ignorant of current affairs before he died - it's a pity that the county magistrate is not as good as the current governor. Here, Dispater's followers are better than his superiors believers are more powerful.

Ron looked at everything in the secret room one by one. There was a lot of knowledge about spices here, including many experiences from other planes. This may explain why Hendrix was so successful.

"There are no good consequences for making a deal with the devil," Constance sighed. She opened a hidden drawer and found a recording stone lying quietly inside. "As expected."

"It seems that Mr. Hendricks has already prepared for this." Ron still remembered how to use this thing. After playing with it for a while, this magic item immediately started working.

But what Ron and Constance didn't expect was that the voice coming from inside was not the spice merchant's voice, but Steward Slade's. He spoke very fast, and every word he spoke pointed to only one location: the winery!

Slade's voice did not last long, and soon a burst of smashing, dragging, and yelling came from the recording stone. It sounded like the butler was discovered and taken away not long after leaving clues.

"Do you think they'll still be in that winery?" Ron put the stone back in its place.

"Judging from their actions, they don't even plan to let us leave here normally," Constance pondered, "So I think they won't be so strict. My father and Steward Slade, and even Uncle Daniel They could all be there."

"But I'm not sure whether they will be transferred after the cult realizes something is wrong -"

"They can't move," Ron snorted, turned around and walked out quickly, "Let's go meet Ivy and the others!"

"Do you need to inform Quest and the others?" Constance caught up from behind, "I know you should have a way to contact them, right?"

"No need for them, we still have another card to play," Ron snapped his fingers. Constance could only feel that something seemed to be different around her, but she, who was not a spellcaster, did not feel it. Observing any entity, "Transactions are two-way, but we can't just be busy."

Ron and others were gathering here to set off, and the winery on the other side of Rose City also became a little chaotic.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Looking at the believers who started to panic because they sensed something was wrong outside, Daniel laughed heartily, "Liya, look at them, they are like a group of ants!"

"You mean, it seems to be in order, but once it encounters changes, it becomes a mess?" The Elf Longbow echoed her husband, mercilessly mocking these guys who claimed to be "justice" and "order". They all have a lot of scars on their bodies, but they are in good spirits.

"I said, can you two just say a few words?" Hendricks's cage was right next to the couple tied back to back. Since he was too weak to use the rope, he was just locked in the cage. However, there is more room for maneuver than Daniel and his wife. "Be careful of their whips coming down again!"

"They're just a bunch of lackeys, whatever they want!" Liya spat nonchalantly, "Kill me if you can, and see what they are like under their sanctimonious skins!"

"Pa, pa, pa", before Liya finished speaking, a burst of applause suddenly rang out. A middle-aged man wearing a bright red bishop's robe slowly approached the elf long archer with a malicious smile: " That's very well said, Ms. Liya, we are just a bunch of sanctimonious people, but you, the elf who harbored a murderous demon, how can you be any better than us? "

"It's been such a long time and your cook hasn't come back yet. He must have abandoned you."

"Why don't you give up your unrealistic fantasies and cooperate with us? Then we can have a reason to protect you and return to your daughter, right?"