Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 134 Von Richthofen
"Another elf," Ivy looked at the elf corpse that was dragged out, "Could she be a resident of Green Swamp Town?"

"Probably not. Even if the cave where she was buried was airtight, it is unlikely that she could be preserved to this extent." Victoria frowned and used the Speak with the Dead skill on the corpse. "No, compared to the requirements for Speak with the Dead, this corpse is too badly damaged."

"The dead talking at least requires the corpse to have a mouth."

"Then it seems we have to look for the answer from her," Ron took out a pair of gloves from his bag and put them on, "Fortunately, the treasures on her body are not so easy to rot. Gold coins, gems, emeralds, and what is this?"

Ron dug the soil under the corpse and revealed a staff nearly two meters long.

"It has been treated with anti-corrosion and anti-rust treatment," Ron looked at the intricate and unworn patterns on the staff. Having studied enchantment, he can now do some basic identification of magic items without relying on identification. "There is a trigger on the prismatic crystal on the top. If it is used as a staff to shoot magic, the spell should be shot from this crystal."

This two-meter-long staff looked quite solemn under the illumination of the light spell. It was made of an old oak, with a smooth and solid surface, and was engraved with exquisite patterns and symbols. These patterns were intricate and flickered with a faint light. The whole staff was straight and slender. If you observe it through the sight of detection magic, you can see the ancient and quiet dark green aura it exudes.

A bright crystal was inlaid on the top of the staff, emitting a soft glow, and surrounded by delicate rune patterns. As Ron held it in his hand, each symbol flashed with a mysterious light, as if telling some mystery.

"The Count's Scepter of von Richthofen," Ron read out the words revealed by the identification spell when he opened the weaving preface, "The Richthofen crystal on the top of the scepter can release Richthofen's dark spell three times a day, each time for ten minutes. Within the range of this dark spell variant, the holder can cast advanced invisibility, withering, and gasification once a day like a real vampire."

"Sylvia, this seems to suit you very well."

"It's normal," the dhampir took the scepter from Ron, "I don't like this style very much, and I can actually achieve these effects myself."

"It would be nice if it allowed me to enter other people's homes without permission and wasn't sensitive to running water or sunlight."

"You are asking too much," Victoria said with a smile, "Most vampires can't solve these problems themselves, so how can they make magic items with this effect?"

However, even though this scepter could not meet Sylvia's requirements, it seemed that after Sylvia finished speaking, it still had some sensitivity, and the entire scepter immediately shortened several sizes and turned into a cane that fit Sylvia's body shape.

"This kind of magic item that needs to be held or worn usually changes itself according to the user, but this level of change is the first time I've heard of it," Ron looked at the vampire cane in amazement, then at the weaving foreword on his hand, "Can you change into other forms?"

The spell book vibrated a few times in Ron's hand, and then returned to silence.

"It seems not possible." Ron shook his head regretfully.

"Not every race is like the vampires, blindly pursuing such flashy things." Sylvia swung her cane casually, and then caught a glimpse of a line of small words engraved on the end of the cane. "What is this?"

"Elf language, dedicated to my beloved daughter," Ivy came over to take a look, "It seems that Count Feng gave this scepter as a gift to his daughter." "And he was most likely an elf when he was alive." Sylvia said.

"Feng what? Can you say it again?" At this time, Aiksuri, who was squatting on the ground searching for the body, asked. He turned the elf's body over and found a tattoo on the back skin that had not yet completely rotted. It seemed to be a surname. But the first word "Feng" was already blurred.

"Von Richthofen," Ron repeated, "what clues have you found?"

"It is indeed a clue: this elf has the same last name as the owner of this scepter!" Exure shouted in surprise, "Vampire, come over here and take a look. Is this your compatriot?"

"She's a vampire. I'm only half vampire." Sylvia leaned forward in dissatisfaction. "And how can you tell? I don't even know where her chin is."

If the spirit still had a complete mouth, Victoria could use Talk with the Dead normally.

"She doesn't have obvious sharp fangs, so she's not half-blood or a vampire," Sylvia flipped over the elf's fragile head that could break off at any time, "but this doesn't mean she has no blood relationship with the earl."

The birth of half-blood descendants is an event with extremely low probability, and because of this race's natural undead blood, even if they can give birth to offspring, they will only be ordinary races.

"But anyway, maybe that's why she ventured here, looking for the scepter," said Exuri. "But she probably misjudged the softness of the soil here and accidentally buried herself here."

As Ron and others explored the area around the treasure house, they soon discovered a relatively old tomb-robbing hole. It seemed that the elf had entered through here.

"It's amazing that she could hold herself back," Ron glanced at the Mimic in the corner, "She died in the cave instead of being fed to the Mimic."

"It seems that I have to keep this scepter," Sylvia stroked the cane, "If I can meet the descendants of their family in the future, maybe I can exchange it for something."

"I don't think vampires would be willing to trade normally with living people." Victoria patted the dirt on her hands.

After making sure there was nothing else worth noting here, Ron and the others began to move their belongings and books outside. Although it was difficult for them to move everything at once, they had a ready-made coolie - the Overgrowth.

"Move all your belongings to the ground, and then return to your original position." Ron once again used suggestion to give the lingering monster an order, and the latter obediently stretched out its tentacles, swept a large amount of treasure in the treasury into its body, and then staggered towards the ground.

(End of this chapter)