Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 267 Elf Passerby
"I protest! I want to appeal! You are enforcing the law in violation of regulations!"

When several guards surrounded him, Henry shouted in protest, but he did not dare to really resist.

No matter what, he was still a citizen of Carolina City-State and was bound by the laws of the city-state. If he was taken away for questioning, he would only have to face the City Defense Department and the Public Security Department. If he resisted or even used arcane magic, the Carolina Magic Committee would come.

You know, their president is the newly promoted Lord Carolina! If he goes to her, no matter if he is right or not, he will bleed a lot.

Ron and Victoria watched the arrest of Henry closely, and after exchanging a few more words with the captain of the guard, they said goodbye and prepared to leave.

But just as he was about to leave, Ron suddenly stopped.

Just as he tried to put away the spellbook, the Weaving Foreword seemed to show a little... resistance?
resist?

Although the foreword of the weaving spell returned to normal in just a moment, this was his spellbook, and Ron still noticed something unusual.

"What's wrong?" Victoria turned her head and asked with concern, "You seem to be a little bit off."

"Nothing, maybe I haven't slept enough recently." Ron tried a few more times, but the momentary blockage did not reappear, which made him wonder if he was really in a trance just now. "It's okay, let's go check on Sylvia and the others. I guess the three of them have all gone home by now."

Sylvia and the other two did return to their residence, but not so quickly. They arrived almost at the same time as Ron and the other two. According to them, on the way back, they were stopped by a strange man. The man was quite powerful, but he did not show any hostility. He just asked a few questions and then let them go.

"That was a female elf, like Lady Leah, a pure-blooded elf," Sylvia recalled. "She should be a spellcaster, but she was wearing light warrior attire, with mithril armor covering her right shoulder and right hand."

"Long straight silver hair, lake blue eyes," Seymour added, "She is different from Ms. Leah. I suspect she might be a moon elf, but the details are different, so I can't confirm it."

The drow has a keen sense of his elven cousins, but even so, there are occasional moments of uncertainty.

"What did she ask you?" Ron thought about it but couldn't remember any dealings they had with the moon elves.

"There are three main questions: The first one is whether we killed the broker. We honestly said no," Carlos said, "The second question is why we came to Carolina. We used your official statement, and the other party did not say anything."

"She didn't believe it," Seymour shrugged. "Finally she asked us if we had ever heard of Greenmoor."

Ron's heart moved: "What did you say?"

"We said we'd been there, but it had long since become a ruin," Sylvia said. "She... sneered?"

"It seemed like a sneer," Carlos thought for a moment and said with certainty, "a kind of disdainful laugh or sneer, but it didn't seem to be directed at us." "I think she should be one of the people who knew about the baron's plan, and she doesn't like the Hailan Empire," Seymour concluded. "After all, moon elves are kinder to other races."

"Well... Anyway, be a little more careful," Ron thought for a moment, "I also had some problems when I came back. I don't know if it has anything to do with her."

"So, will our plan be delayed?"

"We'll have to wait a little longer for Instructor Seymour. As for our beloved 'The Fourteenth Book of the Dead', we've already come to this point. It's not realistic to stop. It's better to finish what we started."

Ron and the others were taking a rest here, not mentioning the arrangements for Henry Robertson for the time being. Now, the necromancer was sitting in the lounge of the Carolina Sheriff's Department, staring gloomily at a big black spider weaving a web in the corner.

Henry felt that he had been extremely unlucky these past two days.

First, he was inexplicably accused by a prostitute, saying that his skeleton had killed someone in her bed and dragged him away!
This is complete nonsense! How could he do such a thing? How could he do such a thing in a brothel? How could he do such a thing in front of witnesses! Doesn't he look like a fool?!
Although it was later proved that the prostitute's memory was disrupted by a spell and it was a frame-up, Henry's phantom was still detained. But since it was not the real person, it was no big deal.

But when Henry was distracted by this matter, he made a mistake in his haste - he forgot the task he set for the flesh and blood puppet - on the next night after the slave trader was killed, he really had to kill two people to replenish his material reserves!

And for some unknown reason, there might be something wrong with the defense system of his own wizard tower. The undead guards actually fought with the guards in the city. Although he could use the "undead command to stiffen" to get away with it because no deaths were caused, his reputation would definitely get worse in the future.

As for the explosion...

Henry Robertson bit his fingernails, a habit he had developed over the years. He was almost certain that the explosions and fires were not caused by him, and one of his alert eyes was shattered by thunder magic, which was enough to prove that there were other people present besides him and the guards, and that there must be a spellcaster among the third party.

But the problem is... the Public Security Bureau won't believe his story, and the Magic Committee won't believe it either, unless Henry can hand over his spell book for them to check - but that's impossible!
The Necromancer sighed helplessly. He could only check the defense settings of his own mage tower. If there were no spell traps such as fireball, he could be completely cleared of suspicion.

But how could a mage not use Fireball? Even if he focused on the Undead, he still had to add spells from other schools to fill in the gaps when designing the defense system of the mage tower.

If the wizard's tower and the wizard himself are both proficient in only necromancy, then it makes no difference whether the wizard is in the tower or not.

Therefore, he did have traps to trigger the fireball, and quite a few of them in fact. If we really investigate, he certainly won't be able to give a convincing explanation in this regard.

Just as Henry Robertson was thinking about it, the door of the lounge was opened and a guard walked in with a dark face.

"Mr. Henry Robertson, the officer would like to ask you about what happened last night."

(End of this chapter)