Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 133: Mimic

"Please let me go! You can take all the treasures here!" The mimicry trembled all over. "I am just a humble and insignificant trap. There is no benefit in killing me!"

"The meat of a mimic is usually very chewy," Exuri smacked his lips. "Maybe an old green dragon wouldn't like this piece of meat, but it's just right for me."

"Ah——" The mimicry suddenly shook like a sieve.

"It's quite rare to find a Mimic that can speak Common, and even rarer to speak it so fluently," Ron rested his chin on his hand. "I think it's worth letting it go just for its rarity."

"But it would be a waste to just leave it here."

"You mean, you want me to throw this thing into my treasure house?" Exuri asked in a disgusted tone, "If you like it so much, why don't you throw it into the trading post?"

"There's no treasure to guard in a trading post unless—"

The young black dragon immediately hugged his treasure tightly; "Okay, okay, I'll take it back, okay!"

Feeling threatened, Black Dragon was very unhappy. He stood up shakily and kicked the wooden box in the corner with his powerful hind legs: "I would rather take this junk home than--"

When the "wooden box" was kicked and opened its bloody mouth, the young dragon's tragic cry echoed in the cave: "Ron, save me, there is another mimicry monster here!"

"Let him go, you idiot!" The surrendered Mimic immediately shouted at the traditional treasure chest monster in the corner in a common language mixed with unclear "grunts", "You should open your twelve short-sighted eyes and look around more! That way you can live longer!"

With a series of "cracking" sounds, several wooden boards on the surface of the wooden box were stretched open, and it spit out the hind legs of Aiksuri, revealing a dozen purple eyes: "If you don't steal my food, I will be happy to do this!"

"Do you dare to make a normal treasure chest and compete with me in luck?"

"Do you dare to break the old rules and compete with me?" Ron's mimic retorted - if it had lips, "You deserve to starve, because I am much smarter than you!"

"It's really amazing to see two mimics quarreling in this day and age. I must have not slept enough." Sylvia stared blankly at the two mimics who were talking to each other, and even forgot that she herself didn't need much sleep.

Their quarrel was naturally fruitless, as both of them seemed to have difficulty moving on their own, and no matter how fiercely they quarreled, they could only exhaust their already scarce common vocabulary and revert to wild beast-like roars.

It was impossible for them to fight. Even if they stretched their pseudopodia to the extreme, they could not reach each other - probably the result of their previous quarrels.

"This is the first time I know that the word 'hustle and bustle' can be used in a dragon's treasure house," muttered Exuri. "Ron, you have to help me share some of the burden! I will never bring these two guys back to my lair together!"

“This is too noisy!”

"Take it back?" The Mimic disguised as a treasure chest realized belatedly, "You mean, we can change to a new hunting ground?" "The green dragon hasn't been here for a long time, and he doesn't seem to be taking care of his territory anymore. Our food source has decreased a lot."

"He won't come back again." Ron stretched out his hand to pinch the skin of one, and then knocked on the hard shell of another. The shape-shifting creatures were really amazing, and they could have completely different textures. "He was killed, otherwise we wouldn't be able to get in."

"Oh, he's dead," the Mimics sighed in unison, "There's no more food he can't eat for us."

"And there's no way to clean the residue off him anymore."

"That's hard to say. Maybe you can find this feeling again in a new place." Ron shrugged. "But I have to confirm first: you shouldn't eat too much, right?"

"Since the last time the green dragon came here, I have eaten a total of six and a half field mice, as well as fifty-three earthworms and other insects," the treasure chest monster said, "My compatriots always steal my food!"

"You should practice more if you're new to it. You can transform but you're still in the box. You're really embarrassing our race!" Another Mimic said disdainfully, "I hunt at least twice as much food as you do!"

Thirteen voles and one hundred and six worms, considering the span of at least a hundred years, it doesn't seem like a proud achievement. Even as ambush predators, these two can be said to have a very long standby time.

"That sounds acceptable. They don't move much, and they won't take away too much of my food." Aik'Zuri's vertical pupils stared at the two mimics, making them feel as if they were back in the days when they were under the shadow of the green dragon.

"I'll take one of them away, but it's up to you, Ron, to decide what to do with the other one."

"At least we can use him as a trap for hunting." Sera didn't know when she put three thick and large necklaces made of gold and gems around her neck. "Even an experienced hunter like Driver couldn't avoid being trapped, let alone other prey."

"If you can handle its nasty, super-corrosive slime—oh my, I don't think I'll ever fall in love with a bugbear girl again."

Driver had woken up, and he sat up, staring blankly ahead. It was obvious that the experience had left the goblin hunter with a great psychological trauma.

"Speaking of which, are you familiar with this area?" Ivy approached the two Mimics and asked, "Are there any other places like this in the Green Dragon's lair?"

"We don't know," the Mimic replied. "You saw the Shamblers at the door, didn't you? We didn't dare go out."

"That kind of creature doesn't judge whether something is edible based on its appearance. With our size, it will definitely devour us first," the treasure chest monster agreed. "But there is a rather special place here. Perhaps you will be interested?"

"There's a dug hole in the corner over there."

Temporarily leaving behind the two mimicry monsters that had been trapped in the treasury for a hundred years, Ron and his companions followed the direction indicated by the pseudo-foot. Sure enough, they found a cave that had been dug out by hand and collapsed. When they dug the cave again, an elf body that had not yet completely rotted appeared in front of them.

(End of this chapter)