Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 182 The Ghost Woman's Help

After checking the other building ruins in Green Swamp Town and confirming that devil worship was probably just a personal choice of the elven wizard, Ron and others immediately rushed to the swamp where the witch lived, hoping that Polly would have news about the ancient ruins.

"It's not clear, I don't know."

In the witch's hut, Polly served them tea and snacks, but this time they were all rotten food. Ron and the others easily saw through this not-so-clever trick, but Driver rashly drank the tea in one gulp and spit it out without leaving a drop.

"What do you think I am?" Polly maintained the appearance of an old woman, even though both sides knew her true nature. "I am just a 'young man' who was born about a hundred years ago. How can I know so many things?"

"I heard that you killed your mother and an 'aunt'," Yelena looked at the witch, "You killed them before you learned all the skills, right?"

"Don't provoke me with words, pretty girl," Polly laughed hoarsely, "You're a shady spirit, huh? You should be serving Lady Death, not hanging out with this... ugly human lord."

"Is that how you describe me?" Ron took out a round piece of iron from his pocket in disappointment. "I am so disappointed. I originally brought you a gift."

"But now it seems..."

"Soul Coin!" Polly's eyes widened. "Give it to me now!"

"No, no... Kind and generous Lord, can you please meet the humble request of a frail old woman and give her this precious coin? If you are willing, I am willing to do anything for you!"

"Your expression changes so quickly." Sylvia frowned.

"Ha, that's called being flexible, bitch!" Polly's words were obviously not from her heart, and she quickly recovered. "Do you know how valuable a soul coin is?"

"A hag who lives long enough can change her race as she wishes." Yelena was not surprised by the hag's reaction. "Demon hag, night hag, green hag, sea hag... If I'm not mistaken, the ritual to become a night hag requires a soul coin, right?"

"It seems that you have had a lot of dealings with us," Polly looked at Shadow Spirit sinisterly, "Yes, you are right. But in addition to this, soul coins also have many other uses."

"In the Nine Hells, in the Abyss, and even in the material plane, there are many beings willing to use this as currency for transactions, and I am no exception."

"Then Sir Ron, let me ask you again: Are you willing to pay a soul coin in exchange for a witch's 'free' service?"

What Polly meant by "free of charge" naturally meant no contract and no other cost, all of which would be borne by the soul inside the soul coin.

"I'd like to hear what you can do first." Seeing that the witch was indeed quite interested in this, Ron relaxed. "It's not like this is the price for just one consultation, is it?"

The witch waved her hand and replaced Ron's cup with a normal, non-toxic black tea: "Of course not! Otherwise, how can I do other business?"

"Let me put it this way. I intercepted a part of my mother's memory: I went deeper into the mountains and found that there was a site at the foot of the mountains. An ancient race once lived there and flourished with mining as the center. My mother and her former gatherings had been there several times, usually to obtain materials for making magic items."

"Let me take another look at the place you are going to... Yes, although there are some deviations in the description, I am sure this is the place - at least it is nearby." "I can act as a guide to take you there, and I can also join the battle when necessary. If you are injured or even die on the way, I can save you - but I advise you to avoid this situation. After all, I am a miraculous person who can bring people back to life."

"Every creature that has been treated by my hands will become more... beautiful."

"Fighting, healing?" Victoria looked up at the witch. "You mean, this journey could be quite dangerous?"

"This fantasy place is quite dangerous, little priest girl," the hag rolled her eyes, "Are there no wild beasts near your trading post and village?"

"As for that place... According to the memories of my mother and 'Aunt', there are a lot of undead creatures wandering there, and there are also some even stranger creatures - for you."

Ron did not show the wizard's notes to Polly, but she knew that there were a lot of undead creatures there. It seemed that the place she knew was the destination of Ron and others.

"Here, it's yours," Ron threw the soul coin in his hand to her, "I'll hire you as a guide, come with us."

"I hope you can keep your promise. Otherwise... after all, we are not demons. We would be more inclined to solve the problem directly, right?"

"It's not a devil, it's a demon..." the witch muttered, "Then wait for me for a moment. I need to make some preparations. After all, I don't know what I might face."

The witch turned and went into the inner room, and Ron and the others waited for almost two hours. When the witch came out, her thin old woman illusion was jingling with a lot of bottles and cans, but her appearance did not reveal what she brought.

This made her disguise almost meaningless.

"It looks like this trip won't be peaceful," Ron said jokingly, "Have you dug out all your family assets?"

"Mother's memories may be outdated, and God knows what else may be out there," the hag snorted, "and there are many unfriendly creatures along the way - there is an owlbear cave across this swamp, you probably haven't been there yet?"

"There is also a pack of hungry wargs wandering our way - pray that we don't run into them, as they have taken many of my little ones as prey before."

When Polly walked out of the cottage, she waved to the two frogs on the balcony, and the "amphibians" immediately jumped down and transformed into two short, human-shaped old men holding huge sickles in the shadows.

"Oh, look at their little red hats!" Constance couldn't help but reach out to touch the pointed hats on the two creatures' heads, on which were tied two bells.

When the half-elf tried to touch them and was nearly bitten, the bells made a series of piercing sounds as his head shook.

"Get out of here!" A "dwarf" showed a bloodthirsty expression and glared at Constance fiercely, "Or we will eat you!"

(End of this chapter)