Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 232 The Last Queen
"It's me?" Feeling the living wooden planks on his body suddenly relax, Ron quickly pulled them all off, "Who am I?"

"You are the one who unsealed me!" The head flew over, almost touching Ron's face, "Those pathetic demons sealed me in five places, but two of them have been opened recently - and you, you smell like other parts of me!"

Why does this sound so strange...

Ron frowned and tilted his neck back slightly to distance himself from the other party. Although the powerful head loosened the restraints on his hands, mouth and nose, Ron still did not have complete freedom at this moment.

At this distance, Ron had no doubt that the end would come immediately if he made the slightest movement.

"What exactly are you..."

"You don't know me?" This time it was the head's turn to be shocked. Its already high cheekbones now seemed even higher than before. "You defeated the demon lackeys guarding my tomb, broke my seal, and took away my body, but you don't know who I am?!"

"Not to mention, this time you sent people to break into the tomb where my head is sealed, disturbing...wait,"

The head suddenly stopped its chattering, and the two flames in its eye sockets turned into a deep purple, scanning Ron's body back and forth: "You... you don't have the blood of the Kingdom of Falama, aren't you one of those rebellious people in this kingdom?"

"You are the last queen of the Kingdom of Falama?" Ron now understood the other party's identity. He looked at the head in surprise, "You can actually still move on your own?!"

After discovering that Ron was not a descendant of her people, the Queen's head softened her attitude further: "Her Highness Gracia has given me a vitality that is unimaginable to mortals, allowing me to serve her at any time no matter how many years have passed."

"Now it's your turn to answer my question: You are not a descendant of Faramar, so why did you come to this place and dig up my seal? I am a betrayed queen, and I have nothing to give to others except a curse."

The queen, who had beautiful long golden hair but only average looks, turned her head and shot out two red rays from her eyes, instantly piercing the chest of Sebach who was lying on the experimental table. As a wisp of black smoke slowly rose, Ron could feel that the curse power entrenched in the shapeshifter's body had been eliminated.

"You anesthetized him?" The queen raised her eyebrows. "No wonder he didn't wake up immediately. I thought my strength had been weakened to this extent."

The queen, who had been imprisoned for hundreds of years, seemed to have an urgent need to express herself.

"At first, I didn't intend to interfere in this matter," Ron explained, "but your princess made a condition and was willing to pay you in exchange for your service to her again."

"As for me, I don't want any uncertain or dangerous factors to exist in my territory. Now that you are no longer the owner of this land, I am happy to let you leave."

The flame in the queen's head leaped: "Gracie... Yes, of course she wants to reclaim her property. And I have a score to settle with the Abyss." "Are you the new lord of this land? How interesting, but when you die has nothing to do with me - tell me, which parts of me have you collected? I can only feel the seal loosening, but I can't tell which two they are."

"One of your legs and one of your arms are guarded by a foul demon and an undead, as well as a copper dragon and a ratman tribe," Ron recalled the name, "Datinus, are you familiar with this name? It belongs to a foul—"

"Filthy Worm, yes!" It would have been better if Ron hadn't mentioned this. But as soon as he mentioned the name "Datinas", blazing flames almost burst out of the eye sockets of the head in front of him, burning the entire wooden house to ashes. "Datinas, Datinas, Datinas! Even if I am cut into 666 pieces, I will never forget this name! That vicious gossiper, that fickle bitch! Even if I kill her a thousand times, I can't get rid of the hatred in my heart!"

"If it weren't for it and its army of foul demons, causing my foolish subjects to rise up against my policies, my kingdom would never have disappeared so easily! And she was the mastermind behind burying me! She was the one who proposed to separate and seal me, leaving me unable to live or die! Where is it? Tell me where it is now?!"

"Calm down! Calm down!" Ron was frightened by the hatred that had accumulated in this head for hundreds of years. This queen must have been very powerful when she was alive. Even today, this intense emotion alone can make people feel terrified. "That's not what Datinas said. She said she is your loyal supporter--"

"How dare that bitch say that?!" Even though the queen had no eyeballs, Ron could still see her eyes wide open through her facial expression. "How dare she say that?! When I was fighting the demon army that infiltrated from the ground, she led her army to erode my kingdom, and my poor, few supporters were all abducted by her and their whereabouts are unknown - she actually has the nerve to say that she is loyal to me?!"

The head made a whimpering sound that was half laughing and half crying: "Tell me, tell me where she is now!"

"She lived in seclusion in a remote mountain village with your supporters," Ron didn't know what to say. "She said she abandoned the devil to preserve the bloodline of Faramar. As for recently... Gracia fell in love with her and signed a contract with her."

"I don't mean to provoke you, but if you return to serve under Gracia in the future, you might be..." Ron made a complicated gesture.

The head suddenly fell silent. The fire in her eyes dimmed like a candle in the wind, as if it would be extinguished with a blow. "No, you are lying to me, right? You have also been planted with eggs by the Filthworm. You are lying, you--"

"Even if you only have a head left, you can still defeat me easily," Ron looked at her helplessly, "You will know whether I am lying or not once you see me."

"Compared to this, I think the problem lies with you: the devil's words are unreliable, but her actions are consistent with her point of view; what about you?"

Ron exhaled softly, "Legend has it that there was a pair of brothers. In order to suppress a rebellion, the younger brother voluntarily let his elder brother seal him in a sarcophagus. But when the seal was broken thousands of years later, the younger brother who regained his freedom fell into madness and blamed all the crimes on his elder brother."

"You have also been sealed for hundreds of years, and your flesh and blood are in pieces, and you harbor hatred and resentment towards the devil. Is your memory really that reliable?"

(End of this chapter)