Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"So, Master, do you think she is?"

Mark did not show too much emotion, just asked softly.

"What is it?"

"Devil's follower."

"No," Evander said, "There is a devil's follower who hangs out in the tavern all day long, that shadow spirit, if that woman is really like that, she doesn't have to hide it."

Evander called Constance a "devil's follower" purely as a rhetorical device. He was not a clumsy clown. Long before Ron noticed him, he had made many attempts to subtly grasp the delusion in his own hands, but he always failed because of Constance's obstruction.

But this is not the most annoying thing. After all, the previous fight was only in secret. If it were not for some kind of tacit understanding of being a match, Evander was not even sure whether it was Ron or Constance who disturbed the situation. In this kind of remote competition, even if he lost a move, he would be convinced.

But what was that just now? ! Don't you want to pretend at all! Relying on her being closer to Ron? God knows how she got to this point! Maybe--

"Master, you forgot that Miss Constance is Miss Ivy's cousin, and Miss Ivy and Mr. Ron..."

Mark smiled faintly, as if he had guessed Evander's malicious imagination.

"This damn nepotism!" The scar on the young man's face became ferocious, "What's so great about that! Why did she--"

Evander fell silent, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to rely on relationships to get close to Ron. If his last name was not Holt, would he really have such an opportunity?

If Ron was here, he would definitely give a positive answer without hesitation. The relationship in Yungang is better than nothing for Ron, but Evander's ability to do things attracted him.

But even so, it seems that this man's further pursuit of the root: if his last name was not Holt, where should he go to cultivate such an ability?

Besides, he, the instigator, knew the whole story: if he hadn't influenced the pirates of the Bengtson family, the following events wouldn't have happened.

"No matter what, that woman must be eliminated first!" Ivender's eyes became fierce, and he hammered his thigh hard, "There are only a few playboys from Rose City around Ron who have some education, and Constance and Carlos are the leaders among them. Carlos is devoted to the skills of the dark elves, so he is not a concern at all. As long as Constance is dealt with, I have my own way to deal with the others!"

"Uncle Mark, you have to help me think of a way!"

"If possible, I don't recommend that you offend the spice merchant, he is in the limelight now," Mark shook his head, "Once he finds out that we did it, it will definitely affect the family's evaluation of you, if nothing else."

"I naturally thought of this," Ivender said coldly. He smiled, "Constance is his adopted daughter. If she is missing or dead, they will definitely do their best to investigate. So why bother him with this? We can just hand the suspect over to him, won't it be solved?"

"In addition, a large part of the reason why Ron can stand firm in Delusion is that Rose City is on his side. According to my intelligence, his main supporters in the Rose Council are the spice merchant and Daniel of Night Breeze. Once Constance dies, their friendship will inevitably be shaken."

Mark listened quietly to Evander's plan, and only helped him guide and improve it when he paused: "But this is just a shake. Based on my observation of the methods of Mr. Ron, he should be able to easily convince them to find the real murderer together and transfer the money. It's useless to put the blood debt on him."

"Who said I want to put the blame on him?" Evander's eyes became brighter and more sinister, "I'm very close to them, so I can naturally notice the interweaving of some of their relationships. For example, these three people: Ron, Ivy and Sylvia."

"That dhampir?"

"She and Ivy both have some feelings for Ron, didn't you notice?" Evander chuckled, "Oh, I forgot, you have no talent in this area."

"Ivy is not easy to shake, but a woman who doesn't even know who her parents are, who has been a slave for the first half of her life, and whose race is a dhampir that makes people inherently afraid, isn't she the perfect scapegoat?"

"For a person like this, no matter what extreme actions he takes, it is reasonable and reasonable , especially when it comes to emotional issues, right? "

"But she and Miss Ivy are both out with Mr. Ron for a while."

"She's out, but her friends aren't," Evander outlined a plan that seemed perfect to him, and the center of this plan was a dark-skinned elf, "and he happens to be the best candidate for assassination."

"Sylvia hinted to Seymour to reduce Ivy's influence on Ron so that he could possess the benefactor who saved her from suffering. After two months, Ron went out again. Isn't this a godsend? They have similar motives to us..."

"As far as I know, Sylvia should not have such motives."

"She 'may' have them." Holt, with scars all over his face, smiled more and more terrifyingly.

"But rest assured, Uncle Mark, I will limit things within a reasonable range. When the delusion is shaky and Ron is speechless no matter which side he stands on, I, Evander Holt from Yungang, will step forward and settle the whole riot. After that, I will become his real 'right-hand man' and strangle him at the right time."

"The only problem now is how to put the plan into practice."

"It's not easy," Mark poured a bucket of cold water on Evander again, so that the young man would not sink into the bottomless abyss because of overconfidence. "Gillianis didn't leave. According to our intelligence, she is very likely the chief wizard of the Hailan Empire, Gillianis Galanold, more than a century ago."

"In this small Green Swamp Town, there are not many ways to hide from her eyes and ears."

They once planned to attack Ron through Gillianis's identity, but the Moon Elves were too strong. Even if they could persuade the forces that besieged the Hailan Empire back then... they had to beat her.

Back then, they had not been able to keep this magician in the capital of the Hailan Empire to be buried with the Ryan family. Now, there was even less hope. They could only think of other ways.

"Of course, of course, how could I miss such an important variable? But Uncle Mark, let me test you: What kind of crime is the least likely to be discovered and stopped in time?"

"It is random crime and crime of passion," Evander did not intend to really wait for Mark's answer, "We only need to find such a 'criminal'."

"I heard that Constance was addicted to the performance-style gladiatorial combat in the late Hailan Empire, and her own martial arts were not very good, right?" (End of this chapter)