Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 152 Two Spikes

"Are you two so sure he's a good man?"

Sera was dismissive of Spike's speculation: "No wonder you were deceived, you thought too highly of others!"

"You should be considered experienced adventurers, right? How could you have such unrealistic fantasies?"

"Maybe it's because Wilson protected us too well," Spike laughed at himself. "My main task is to sing and play in the tavern and spread our adventure stories so that we can get the next commission."

Although the world is big, long-term missions like Ron and his team, which have almost no deadlines, are still a minority among the minority. The vast majority of adventurers are still short-term and want to make quick money.

Their normal routine is to spend several days completing the employer's commission, collect the payment, then give it to the tavern owner in exchange for money for drinks, and then wait for the next order.

Therefore, many adventurer teams are willing to bring a bard with them, or to cooperate with the bards in certain taverns. On the one hand, this can increase their visibility and attract employers, and on the other hand, it can also satisfy their vanity.

And when they are too old to continue accepting commissions (although most adventurers don't live to that age), they can still write books, exaggerate their adventures into legendary stories and sell them to "city people" in places like Rose City - they like to read this.

Spike's role is no more than that; he may know a few tricks and spells, but he is far from qualified to be a normal adventurer.

"What about you? You guys are not going to take two poets with you as a team, are you?" Ron looked at the short man, who was also Spike's companion.

An adventurer team usually consists of four to six people, although there may be more people, but generally it is to seek more comprehensive means to deal with various events. It is too much to insert two bards in a team.

"No, he's not a poet, he's..."

Spike opened and closed his mouth halfway through his speech, but no more words came out.

Yeah, who is he?

Wilson and I were left outside to watch for the storm. We were going to get help. We were...

So who is he? What does he do? Even... what is his name?
Spike's face turned pale immediately, and he quickly hid behind Ron and the others, pointing at the short man who had been traveling with him and yelling, "Who the hell are you?! I don't remember having a teammate like you!"

Sera's face changed, and she immediately took off the Canglan Grip and entered combat state, with the sharp blade of the giant sword pointing directly at the short man.

"Who am I?" The short man suddenly laughed. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were full of bloodshot. His voice was so hoarse and unpleasant, "Why don't you ask yourself, who are you?!"

"I'm Spike!"

As he spoke, the short man who called himself "Spike" got down on all fours and rushed towards the tall and fat Spike like a mad beast.

Ron and the others naturally couldn't let him do this, and Canglan's Grip immediately changed from a slash to a slap, and a heavy blow directly smashed the short man into the ground. On the other side, Victoria and Driver, who were standing next to the fat tall man, also reacted quickly and pressed him to the ground, who was already standing there motionless because of daze.

Out of inertia, Ron was more inclined to believe that the tall fat guy was the real Spike. After all, as a poet, the thin guy was a little too aggressive. Moreover, he hardly spoke during the journey, and almost all situations were introduced by Spike.

"I am the real one, Ron! You have to believe me!" The taciturn short man burst into amazing energy after arriving at the waterfall. "You have to believe me! There is something wrong with the cave behind the waterfall. If you believe it, you will never get out again!"

"I'm a poet, but I'm also a spellcaster. How could Wilson leave me outside alone? How could I leave a lunatic whose origins I don't know to guard outside and go to ask for help? This doesn't make sense!"

"Besides, take a closer look at the two of us. Would you rather believe in something that has been running in the wild for years and is still fat and white? How is that possible? It doesn't make sense!"

While the short man was arguing fiercely, the tall fat man changed his talkative nature and just shivered and kept muttering under his breath, "I am Spike, he is fake, I am real."

"When you said someone was following us, was this the situation you were referring to?" Sylvia looked at Victoria, but the latter shook her head.

"It's not them. I didn't find anything abnormal about them at all."

"Then why didn't you say anything at the trading post?" Ron walked over to the short Spike and squatted down. "You didn't say much during the whole trip. Why?"

"Because I didn't really escape," the short man was pinned to the ground, his voice hoarse, "Wilson and the others were trapped in their bodies, but I was trapped in my soul!"

"There is some kind of existence in that cave. I don't know what it is, but it can sense any existence that enters the cave."

"It divides the creatures that break into the cave into two types. One type will be bound in the cave by some kind of ritual, while the other type will free its body and be used as bait to lure more people here."

"Unfortunately, that lunatic and I became the latter!"

"Then what about him?" Ron pointed at the tall fat man who was still in the confusion, "He also claims to be Spike."

"To some extent, it is true." The short man exhaled slowly. "I am different from that madman. His spirit was directly crushed by the things in the cave. I am a bard, and my spirit and will are slightly stronger. After being released, I had no intention of looking for anyone, so he was found."

"I don't know what did it, let alone how it was done. In short, this guy is the opposite of me. You can tell by his appearance."

"My soul was trapped in the cave. The farther I went, the weaker I became. He was the exact opposite of me. He was able to walk to the trading post to find you. When I got here, I gradually woke up, and he..."

The short Spike didn't say anything more, but the point was obvious.

"So, you don't actually want us to go in and rescue you?" Sera looked down at him.

"I didn't want it to happen," Spike smiled bitterly, "but since you're all here, could you please do me a favor?"

(End of this chapter)