Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 201: Fragments of the Queen

"It shouldn't be that disgusting..." Constance frowned, very dissatisfied with her cousin's description, "After all, it's their queen's body, we should at least deal with it..."

"Don't think too highly of others, little girl," Masarino studied the stone box, "especially this kind of... it looks like it was done by Abyss believers? Then you can't count on them."

"They can't even clean their own temple. When I was young, I participated in an adventure aimed at destroying the temple of Baphrodite, the lord of the minotaurs. There were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and even the leader, Mr. Drow, couldn't stand it!"

"I don't think it's a big deal actually...what if I can bite it open?" The goblin didn't care about that at all. He stared at the stone box in the hands of the planeswalker, wanting to taste the saltiness of it.

"Wu, Graz'zt's work might be better, right?" Grant interrupted. "It could be... a little more refined?"

"You cultists," the planeswalker sneered, "always confuse evil with good."

"And you can't even recognize the handwriting of your former master? This is not Graz'zt's seal, this is the symbol of Orcus!"

Masarino showed the mark at the bottom of the stone box. It was a ram's skull, which was significantly different from the previous emblem of Gran and his team.

"Let me see... Well, this stone box must be very old. I have only seen this kind of sealing method in books."

After confirming that the undead creatures could not chase them here, Ron and others cleared a piece of open space nearby to set up camp, giving Marsalino enough time to break the seal on the stone box.

In fact, it would be safer to go back to the trading post, but since they didn't know whether there was what they wanted inside, it would be better not to go too far away - in case they were wrong, they could go back and continue digging.

Ron and Sylvia were finally able to take this opportunity to supplement their already limited arcane knowledge.

"Dragon language book, I'm beginning to believe that you've really been to the dragon's lair," Masarino glanced at the book in Ron's hand, "If I were you, I would definitely not be the lord here. Hags, dragons, undead creatures, any one of them would be enough to deal with the kingdom, but you have collected them all here."

"There are good and bad dragons," Ron said casually, "We are planning to rebuild a town next to a baby dragon's lair, but the project is progressing slowly and we don't know when it will be completed."

"A baby dragon, a baby dragon is relatively safe," the planeswalker nodded, "and is easier to shape. If you have a good relationship with that little dragon, it will ensure the safety of your territory for thousands of years to come."

"I once visited an empire on a world where their ancestors had shown favors to the entire Scaled Claw Alliance, a faction of dragons. This earth-shaking act of kindness led to the dragons guarding the empire for generations. I had the honor of meeting the deputy leader of their dragon cavalry. They were real dragon cavalry, unlike other places where lizards or other creatures with a dragon-like appearance were used as substitutes."

"How old are you?" Constance looked over curiously. "It's probably not easy for a human to be as knowledgeable as you are, right?"

"I was born with a little talent in this area, in terms of traveling," Masarino stroked his beard and smiled, "plus a little bit of luck and the favor of the gods, it is not too difficult to live a long time." "It's just that my goddess has been a little dissatisfied with me in recent decades. If I don't improve my knowledge, I'm afraid she will withdraw her grace - you see, my white beard and hair are her warning to me."

"In our world, there are three goddesses of magic, one in charge of 'laws', 'creation' and 'knowability' respectively. I wonder which one you are referring to?" Victoria looked up after finishing her evening prayer.

"Well, it seems that my goddess is not yet known in this world." Masarino thought about it, smiled and shook his head.

This is a very normal phenomenon. The beliefs in some gods will be widely spread due to the distribution of their believers, such as Bahamut and the Lucky Lady Tymora; some gods will be limited by the scope of influence, and thus have different names and aspects in different worlds; and others are less well-known, so that many planes are unaware of their existence.

A priest who has just learned how to travel through planes may engage in heated debates with other priests who worship the same god, but for a planeswalker, this kind of thing is already commonplace.

A god is a god, even if no one worships him. The fact that this plane has never heard of his name will not affect the projection of his power on believers. Mazarino's current appearance is the most powerful evidence.

"Oh, I think I opened it." With a crisp sound, followed by a complex sound of mechanical movement, the stone box in Marsalino's hand began to change, and with it came an unbearable stench.

"It seems that the devil has a great grudge against this queen. Cough cough cough..." Masarino forced a smile and threw the stone box to Ron who was caught off guard, then ran to the side and started coughing and retching.

"Please... ugh," pinching his nose, he couldn't even open his eyes because of the smoke, so he could only pass it to Sylvia next to him, "Take a look..."

"My benefactor, you can't hurt me like this..." Sylvia sighed, "Drivedo, come here!"

"No, no, no, go find Ivy!" "I'm going to the bathroom, don't look for me!"

With the stone box opened, the camp was completely uninhabitable. There was no curse or poison in the stone box, but it was precisely because of this that everyone could not bear it. It was not until Ron used the wind magic to blow the smell to the open space that everyone gathered around again, and their heads gathered in a circle to look into the stone box.

"A whole human leg, a left leg at that. Judging from the shape and structure, it's obviously owned by a woman." Ron looked at the human body parts that had been sealed for hundreds of years and wrapped in layers of black and purple mist and identified them. "The stone box is guarded by a death knight, and there are magical seals on the outside and the leg itself. Even this stone box is a small dimensional storage device--"

"I concluded that this was the component we were looking for."

"Then there is only one problem now." The smell that was more terrifying than the Death Knight was about to waft out again. Ivy quickly jumped back a few steps. "Mr. Masarino, can you think of a way to seal this thing up again?!"

(End of this chapter)