Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 273 Children, it’s time to eat
Henry's face turned pale - he knew this bastard. It was he who colluded with Ron to get him released!

How could there be such a coincidence in the world? This must be another conspiracy between them!
"Get out of my way!" Henry shouted. Hail as hard as rocks hit the ground heavily in front of him. Even though the guards were wearing armor, they were still injured. For a while, people were crying for their parents on the streets. The two men took advantage of the chaos to knock down a few guards and ran away.

"How dare you resist arrest violently?! Chase them!" Henry couldn't help but sneer in disdain when hearing the officer's shouting from behind.

Arrest? His lair is right in front of us. As long as we enter the Mage Tower and lock the door, what can you do to me even if you have thousands of troops?
The only thing he needed to worry about was that his magic was almost exhausted. If there was anyone blocking him...

The Wizard's Tower was within reach, and Henry was sure that he could enter the tower with just one leap, and no one could stop him.

And even here, he can manipulate his own nest to fight back with mechanisms and traps. It can be said that he is almost invincible.

The Necromancer, who finally felt safe, turned around with a heavy breath and looked at the street behind him where there was not even a ghost, his eyes and heart were full of confusion.

"The streets are so quiet..."

He majored in necromancy. If the streets were as bustling as usual, he wouldn't have to be in such a mess. He could transform all the corpses that were not yet dead into his own power and confront the immature boy head-on.

However... there are no pedestrians on the street today?
"Maybe it's because they all received advance notice: If you don't want to die, don't go out during this time."

Baca quietly clenched the sharp knife in his hand and walked behind Henry Robertson. He was also a little out of breath, but compared to the magician, he was obviously much stronger in physical strength as he knew how to "be a man".

"Notification?" Henry was startled. He turned around, but was knocked to the ground by his old friend's big belly. "Baka, you——"

"This is a game. The organizer believes that meat will only become delicious after being extremely frightened." Baca's tone was a little sad. He waved the knife in his hand, and the sunset reflected by the sharp blade painted an especially ugly makeup on Henry's stunned face.

"I don't agree with that view, but they are customers and I have to meet their needs."

"But we have been friends for many years!" Henry almost roared. He couldn't believe that his few, or even only, friend had betrayed him. "What on earth did they give you to make you do such a thing!"

"Aren't we friends? Aren't we confidants? Aren't we, aren't we accomplices?!"

"Yes, yes, yes," the necromancer asked each question, and each time he asked, he would get an immediate reply from Baka. The butcher, who had killed countless people and lived countless lives, became more and more frustrated. "Listen, old friend, there is nothing I can do about it."

"They said that I might not be your accomplice anymore. And..."

"They can clear you? You believe this nonsense!" Henry was stunned. "I thought you were a genius!"

"Listen to me, and!" Baka roughly pushed Henry, who was struggling to get up and run back to the Mage Tower, to the ground again. "Also, I can't refuse the person who came to persuade me. I believe she has enough goodwill towards me, just like her malice towards you."

"She? Sylvia?" The necromancer was not that surprised by this. "I knew that the little bitch was in league with the Lord of Delusion Land!"

"But Baka, didn't I tell you?"

Henry Robertson calmed down and smiled sarcastically: "I am not only powerful in the Mage Tower, but also here!"

"You are now under the coverage of my firepower! Let me go and get out immediately, or I will turn you into the steak you are best at making!" "This is impossible, my friend, you are not good at cooking at all." Baka had no fear of him, which made Henry extremely confused - the other party knew him inside and out, why would he be so reckless?

But he didn't have much time left, as Baka's big hands grabbed his throat and slowly tightened. If he didn't act, he would probably become the first magician to die in front of his own magician tower!

but?

Henry, with veins popping out on his forehead, looked at Baka's sad expression in despair - where were his traps? Where were his mechanisms? Where were his arcane magic? !
Why is there no reaction at all! They were clearly frying vigorously that night!
"That's enough, Uncle Baca."

Just when Henry thought he was about to be strangled to death, a cold female voice that he least wanted to hear broke into his eardrums like the sound of nature.

Baca obediently let go, picked up Henry, who was only half dead, and turned to look at the person who came: "Okay, niece Sylvia."

"Syl...Via." The Necromancer's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. The lack of oxygen in his brain made him unable to even remember whether he should hate her or hug her and kiss her hard.

The slave and apprentice who had escaped from him now returned to him. She was wearing a gorgeous and expensive dress, and with her natural temperament as a vampire, she looked like a dignified noble girl. She was holding a bunch of keys in her hand. Henry vaguely remembered that this was the one he left at the Sheriff's Office. He had gone to ask for it several times these days but was always given various excuses. It turned out that she had taken it away.

No wonder all the arrangements of his wizard tower were ineffective. This apprentice has worked here for many years and must have been familiar with these designs.

"Long time no see, 'teacher'," the cold palm of the vampire brushed the necromancer's cheek, making the old man a little more sober, "I once said that I swore in the name of the goddess that I would definitely take revenge on you. Now I am back."

"You're nothing but a she--" Henry grimaced in pain. Sylvia's touch just now was not cheap. The vampire touch absorbed his life, and the touched skin felt like it was scraped by a blade.

"Let me guess, how many times did you sleep with your mistress to make him go through all this trouble to help you vent your anger?"

"I never laid a finger on you while you were here!"

"Yeah," Sylvia sneered, "Let me think, what touched me when I was here with you? Undead creatures? Strong acids and alkalis? Or those disgusting corpse oils and rusty blade needles?"

"And unfortunately, you are wrong." The dhampir mage looked around, "In order to return these tortures to you intact, I don't mind delivering them myself. Unfortunately, it doesn't even require this level of sacrifice."

Sylvia seemed to have a slight smile on her face, but it quickly disappeared. "But what's the point of me telling you, an old man who is about to die, about these things? I wonder if you still remember how you threatened me the last time you caught me?"

"I will sell you to those citizens' homes, let you rot completely and then be fed to dogs!" Henry Robertson was restrained by Bacca at this moment. He had no power to fight back and could only use his words to vent his anger.

"Well said," Sylvia was not annoyed. She looked at the sky which was gradually getting dark, raised the scepter in her hand which Henry had never seen before, and gently tapped it on the ground. "I said I would take revenge for everything, so let's start from here."

Dozens of gigantic canines with black fur and anthropomorphic faces howled out from the black mist emanating from the scepter, staring maliciously at the trembling necromancer.

"Children, it's time for dinner."

(End of this chapter)