Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"I want to know how it works."

Ron looked at the villagers and demons who seemed to have made some determination: "You are already very weak. I remember that you demons should be better at changing people's minds. This kind of power can really take revenge on that dragon wizard. Demon?"

"My talent is not good, but there is another way." The foul demon looked at Ron, and then at the few remaining villagers around him, "Lord, you should know, whether in the abyss or in purgatory, , they don’t circulate gold and silver coins, right?”

"Soul Coin, I know," Ron nodded, "Are you planning to..."

"If their 'lord' really wants to have that kind of divine status as they say, before that, it must need some 'accumulation' to show that it has such a tendency." The foul demon said Then he stuck out his tongue and penetrated the ear of a villager next to him. She moved very slowly, but the latter still did not resist at all, and did not seem to experience any pain.

"That's why it needs to send people to 'clean' us. And what I can do is to prevent it from getting these 'accumulations'," the foul demon paused, "It shouldn't be able to go to hell to find it, right?"

"It ran away from hell," Ron replied, "and even if it can go to hell, it shouldn't be easy for it to go to the sixth floor to collect the debt - you are loyal to Gracia."

"I guess so."

"Well, since there is a being who wants them dead, and they are destined to die, why can't I do it?"

No one stopped this demon who no longer belonged to the Chaos camp. The whole village was quiet except for the sound of coin-like objects falling to the ground one after another. And as the last villager accepted all this in silence, a vortex of flames slowly opened in the air.

A mount that did not belong to the real world poked its head out from behind the portal, and above the nightmare, a familiar woman sat there, looking down at the foul demon in front of her.

"...Your Majesty the Queen," the foul demon's wings flapped uneasily, it raised its head, and then buried it deeply. "It's good to see you're still healthy."

"I don't think I'm still healthy, especially after being torn into pieces by five horses and still not dying," Queen Farama said slowly, speaking in Infernal Tongue rather than Common Language, "I've heard about everything you did, but even if So, I’m still surprised.”

"Do you think what you have done over the past few centuries can atone for your sins?"

"Your Majesty, I dare..."

"Okay," a word popped out of Queen Pharamar's mouth, interrupting all the explanations of the foul demon, "Don't call me Your Majesty anymore. There is no longer the Kingdom of Pharamar. I only serve Gracie now." Your Majesty, you should do the same."

The nightmare horse under the knight's crotch seemed to be very dissatisfied with this, but the knight just raised his fist and punched the flaming horse's head down hard.

"Sorry, it didn't take long to tame it. It's ridiculous." Falama turned to look at Ron, "Long time no see, Lord."

"Long time no see," Ron nodded, "Did the Archduke ask you to come?"

"Yes, but the original plan was for me, the last queen, to end their lives and burn down the last traces of this place," Farama said slowly, "I didn't expect that Datina Si actually completed this first. "

"Perhaps you no longer care about your past identity, but in my opinion, you should not let your hands be stained with the blood of your people anymore." The Demon of Defilement said.

"It's better to avoid such hypocritical words. I'm not interested in hearing even one more word." Farama glanced at the other party.

"Then let's do it, Datinas, follow up and bring those soul coins. They are not perfect yet and must be sent to Grand Duke Mammon for processing before they can be used normally. In the next period of time , you will all act together with me - don't try to do the same tricks as before, His Highness did not prohibit me from killing you. "

"As ordered," the foul demon lowered his head, "Sir Ron, thank you and your subordinates for your generous action. I think we will meet again."

"For me, dealing with the devil is only slightly better than dealing with the devil," Ron shook his head, "We'd better not encounter him again."

"As for you, Farama, are you here just to take away your old subordinates and old traitors?"

"You seem to have some kind of expectations for me?" Farama tightened the reins, and the first half of Nightmare's body retreated from the teleportation array.

"Your Grand Duke, and your colleague named Caogha, I think they owe me an explanation."

"That's what you think," Falama shook his head. "Kaogha asked me to say 'sorry' to you, but I think this is neither necessary nor meaningful. After all, you refused several opportunities to be recruited, which means that you Won’t be one of us…sorry.”

Farama stopped, tilting her head as if listening for instructions.

"Your Grand Duke has an edict?" Ron asked.

"Yes, Your Highness said it was a misunderstanding. She suspected that you were influenced by a lich."

"No more?"

"The Grand Duke has been very tolerant to you, Your Excellency, please don't push yourself too far..." Farama stopped again, and her expression began to become strange. Before Ron was about to ask again, she actually bowed to Ron.

"Her Highness Gracia is willing to make up for the previous 'reckless temptation'. There are too many civilizations coming and going on the earth, and you have only seen a part of them, not even half of them."

"Her Highness is willing to provide you with the ruins of a kingdom that has almost left no trace on the surface. That kingdom once had a glorious and short past, and even almost exposed the conspiracy of the lich. You and your team should be able to find a lot of clues there."

"Good luck to you."

As he said, the devil riding on the nightmare threw a scroll to Ron, which marked the location of a relic.

"She used me, and I have no complaints about this," Ron did not open the scroll, but looked at the other party, "Then she deceived me, and then began to influence me, restrict me, and even took the initiative to attack people around me and support my opponents. Do you think I can believe this information?"

"It's your question whether you believe it or not," Faramar shook his head, "I am only responsible for delivering the message, I don't care about other things."

"I guess so, you should have been completely transformed and become a real devil," Ron nodded, "One last question, how about it?"

"Please speak."

"The dragon lich left marks on these people, so what about you? I am curious about your body. Did you, who was sealed and unable to die before, also leave similar marks?" (End of this chapter)