Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 231 Why is it you?
"Lord Exure believes that this curse comes from some ancient ritual, while Miss You thinks it is likely related to undead creatures," Annie took out her notebook and flipped through the records. "They exchanged opinions on this issue, and Miss You finally agreed with Lord Exure's point of view."

After all, You is still a follower of Aik'Zuri. Ron could guess how the black dragon used threats and inducements to make the banshee agree with his point of view.

"As for this, Victoria and Miss Bunny both agreed that this was caused by some kind of magic trap in the ancient monument. The original builders used it to punish tomb robbers. By the way, Miss Victoria also said that they might have entered the teleportation array by mistake and were teleported to the tomb of the ancient kingdom."

Anne read the memo she had carefully written down word for word. "In addition, Miss Constance and Miss Yelena who passed by thought that this might be related to the devil. However, because Miss Yelena has a special identity and Miss Constance is not a spellcaster, I personally reserve my opinion on their views."

Ron did not just sit there and listen to Anne's report, but took action directly. Ron took out a set of knives made by Rurik, and after a simple anesthesia with drugs, Ron carefully cut a wound on the skin on the chest of the doppelganger.

"As expected..." After flipping up the skin with tweezers, Ron sighed as expected, "The structure of the doppelganger is too different from that of ordinary creatures. There is no way to start with it."

Under their skin were not muscles in the conventional sense, but a gel-like structure. The lines on it flowed slowly with the breathing and pulse of the doppelganger, and even the bruise-like black lines came alive. Ron would definitely feel dizzy just looking at this physiological structure, let alone continuing to operate with the knife.

But this cut was not completely fruitless. When the tip of the knife in Ron's hand tentatively pushed away the gelatinous substance, along with the flow of the black lines, a strong and mellow smell of decay suddenly burst out, making everyone present cover their noses and walk away.

The two young villagers who were closer and had just helped carry Saibach simply couldn't hold on any longer and ran out crawling. After a while, heart-wrenching sounds of vomiting were heard outside the door.

"Go out and check on them. You can't keep vomiting like this." Ron glanced at Annie, whose face had turned pale and yellowish, then yellow and greenish, and signaled her not to hold on. "I'll take care of the smell. You can come in when I let you in."

"Thank you very much, sir!" Although Annie was a warlock and slightly stronger than ordinary people, the penetrating power of the smell was too strong. The rotten smell coming from the depths of the soul could not be endured by just having a strong will.

Anne, who had vomited all over the place outside, looked at the closed door with lingering fear, and couldn't help but feel great admiration in her heart: He is worthy of being Lord Ron, the pioneer of the fantasy land, and he can remain calm even in the face of such a terrifying aura!

Is it because Ron's nose is blocked? This is certainly not a reason. In fact, Ron insisted on not leaving because he was too sensitive to this smell - there was a smell in it that he was very familiar with.

The Preface to the Weaving Spell floated in front of Ron by itself. As his mastery of the arcane became more profound, this spellbook that once served the Chief Wizard gradually showed more peculiarities.

It seemed as if it had a magical suction force, and the black lines in the double body actually floated up slightly under its call, and along with it, a wisp of blue-black smoke also floated up.

An emerald green rune lit up on the cover of the Weaving Preface, sucking all the smoke into it. With a slight tremor, a series of unfamiliar symbols appeared on the blank pages of the Weaving Preface.

"Dragon language, dwarven language... a curse made up of multiple magics, disguised as a curse of decay..." Ron identified the spells that he had analyzed and confirmed the composition of the curse that Sebach had suffered. Although this result was reasonable, it also made Ron wonder. "Where did Quest take them? Did they chase the owlbear into the pyramid?"

What made Ron frown even more was the last line of spell analyzed from the preface of the weaving method. He did not recognize this line of spell, but based on some intuition, he faintly smelled a smell similar to rotten eggs.

"Annie! Are you still outside?" Ron, who felt something was wrong, hurriedly called out to Annie outside, but when the little girl developed the good habit of closing the door, the closed wooden house immediately continued to function as Magic Duncan's private chamber, making it impossible for people outside to hear Ron's voice inside.

"This is really..." Ron planned to walk over and open the door himself, but when he raised his leg, he found that the wooden floor under his feet had become as sticky as honey in an instant. Every time he took a step, Ron felt his body sinking a little. It was as if the floor had grown hands and feet, desperately grabbing the corners of his clothes, trouser legs and shoes, making the distance of only ten steps from the laboratory table to the door so difficult.

Is the house alive? Or is it an illusion?
Ron tried to cast a dispel magic to break it all, or to actively dispel the magic of the Chamber of Secrets to call for help, but he was unable to do either of the above. The two floors seemed to come alive, wrapping Ron up like a dumpling on the left and right. His hands and mouth were tied tightly by the resinous wood, and he could not make any movements at all.

Who did this, and how did it get here?

"Hey, hey," just as Ron was trying to control the weaving foreword and find a way to escape, a voice rang out from Sebach's chest, "Let's see which unlucky mastermind was so clever that he ended up making a mistake?"

The voice sounded androgynous, but it had an inexplicable majesty: "Let me teach you a lesson: a secret room is not necessarily safe enough. On the contrary, it may become your grave."

"I suffered from this when I was still alive many years ago."

"Ho-ho ...

Cascades of golden hair flowed out of the shapeshifter's body and dragged on the ground. The head connected to the end of these hairs could not only speak, but also float in the air and move freely. At this moment, it slowly turned around, with only two clusters of red flames in the empty eye sockets without eyeballs, looking at Ron with a mocking look.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The next second, this good head screamed without any warning: "God damn it, why is it you?!"

(End of this chapter)