Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 256 No Scientific Research Spirit
after an hour.

The short, old, gray-green body slowly sprouted four skinny limbs around it like a potato sprouting. These limbs looked like the hands and feet of a baby, but they were wrinkled and old, and looked like they could be pulled out by the roots with just a breath of air.

Ron looked down into the body's cavity, where the lid of the jar containing the hag's eyes and mouth was hidden, with magical light flickering around it regularly. Now that Polly had finally escaped the control of her evil mother, she could reuse the hag's inexplicable magic to build a new body for herself.

"This is incredible..." Gordon and Shiva watched the whole process with their eyes wide open, and Elden's pen was about to smoke. If Ron hadn't lent the dean his ink-free pen, he would have exploded on the spot!
"Did you notice?" Sylvia came close to her companions and quietly pointed at Elden's hair. "Just now, his hair seems to have regained some color."

"You are really kind-hearted, Lord," Polly's voice came out from her chest. Perhaps this unprecedented ability required a lot of energy from the hag. At this moment, she spoke weakly and exhaustedly. "Is this the first time you have lent a helping hand to a hag? The second time, or the third time?"

"It's not that I want to die so much, but... why? Why are you helping me like this?" The witch's voice was filled with confusion. "No one likes monsters like us. Everyone hates witches. The few who come to see us just treat us as wish-making machines and want to fulfill their wishes."

Polly sighed, "Okay, okay, maybe you think so too, but it doesn't matter, you have helped the old woman several times, I can satisfy you whatever you want in return, without any reward - come on, tell me your wish, treat me as a magic lamp or a goldfish, or anything else!"

"As long as you give me some time, when I am almost recovered, I will fulfill my promise."

"A witch said she would keep her promise. Is there something wrong with my ears?" Sera curled her lips and reached out to pick her ears.

"If you feel your hearing is not good, I can change a pair of rabbits for you," the witch laughed hoarsely, even though she did not have such a throat structure now, "but I think it would be better for your leader to propose it?"

"I have nothing to gain from you," Ron shrugged. "If I must say, I was just curious about how a creature with only eyeballs and lip structures left could continue to survive. Now my curiosity has been satisfied."

"Also, these three are scholars who have come from afar, hoping to investigate the witches in this land of delusion. If I kill you directly, their trip will be in vain."

"Scholar, or nerd?" Although the witch's body had not yet fully recovered, the malicious words had almost no effect. Gordon and Shiva's faces immediately drooped.

"Do you know why you feel unhappy? Because you really are!" The witch laughed strangely, "Look at that dwarf, he didn't respond to what I said!"

"Why? Is it because you are a true scholar? Or is it because you have been tempered by a miserable life and have become so tough that ordinary words cannot hurt you?"

"Come on, old man. You want to know more about the hags, so why don't you just open your heart to me and have a good conversation? I promise you will benefit a lot from it!"

Elden looked up and stared at Polly, who was physically confused. "Interesting."

"Will you let me open up first? Sure, but why don't you explain to me how you were tortured so miserably by your own mother?"

"As far as I know, after you broke the contract, you hid in your mother's lair to avoid revenge from the lord. But at this time, your mother should have been killed by the lord. But she was resurrected? She also sewed your and your sister's limbs together--" "Stop talking!" Polly screamed, "How could I know that the old immortal thing still had a trick up his sleeve?! How could I know that the human-faced mushrooms in her garden were actually all her spare consciousness and puppet bodies!"

"Damn it! I was so careless back then! I picked them rashly!"

Polly couldn't tell whether she felt more regret or resentment: "I should have thought of this earlier! We crawled out of her belly, so of course she will have ways to counter us!"

"Those mushrooms controlled me and took away my body. The old immortal used my body to return to the world! And me? She refused to let me go. She dug out my eyeballs and lips and put them in a jar. She wanted me to stay by her side forever, to watch her live on with my body!"

"I curse her, along with the body she used! Fortunately, you destroyed it, otherwise, just thinking about me looking at it and considering whether to continue using it would make me feel sick! Disgusting!"

"The grudge is very deep..." Elden wrote down his opinions and comments on a piece of paper, and then continued to ask questions. When he grasped Polly's emotions, this witch had lost the qualification to mock him and could only be led by the nose.

"Then, I want to know something about you and your sister, and your previous ghost gathering..."

Ron and the others had no intention of continuing to listen, so they walked out and did a final cleanup of the underground to make sure that the witch would not come back to life again and again.

She obviously had ill will towards Ron and the others, and to let it go was against their interests.

"It's really strange," Driver rubbed his chin during this process, "Look, there are living mosses and fungi in the cracks of the rocks here?"

"Ron's explosion just now couldn't even completely evaporate the moisture here!"

The big white squeaking, its four legs clinging tightly to the cracks in the rock wall, its small red eyes fixed on those unusual lives.

"How funny," Sylvia and Ron looked at each other, "If I were Elden and the others, I would definitely take these things back to study them."

"But unfortunately," Ron understood and took out a bag of salt from his backpack, "Although I know some alchemy, I really don't know how to cultivate fungi and mosses."

"I'm always so sloppy and have no scientific spirit... Oops, I've spilled a whole bag of salt on them!"

(End of this chapter)