Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 274: Carolina Ogre
Sylvia had one principle in mind when it came to Henry Robertson: to treat him as he had treated her—verbally, too.

The consequence of this approach was obvious. When Ron and others arrived, they could no longer see any remains of the necromancer in front of the necromancer's tower. Only the bloodstains winding towards the entrance of the tower vaguely indicated that a living person had suffered decades of accumulated pain and torture in just half an hour.

Noticing Ron, Victoria and the others coming, Sylvia crossed her arms in front of her, saluted them with a smile, and said, "Don't worry, everything is going as planned - it's all over."

"I kept my promise not to show you the darkest side. Henry Robertson, 'The Fourteenth Book of the Dead', no part of this scum remained in the world before you arrived."

"That's the best," Victoria breathed a sigh of relief. The pastor had tried to slow Ron down several times with various excuses along the way, but all these efforts were not in vain. "I was worried that I would run into your... revenge."

An old wizard was tortured beyond recognition and dying, while the young dhampir showed no sign of stopping. What should Victoria think when this scene was played out in front of her?
What should she think when she gets along with Sylvia again in the future?

Fortunately, the scene that worried her the most did not happen, and Victoria did not have to think about it anymore.

"Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for my friends. We agreed on that, didn't we?"

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Ron felt that this vampire girl had become more sunny after her revenge - the kind of sunshine that wouldn't turn her into ashes.

"In fact, just looking at the human-shaped bloodstains on the ground is quite scary... uh." Congressman Daniel muttered softly, but was poked in the waist by his own daughter, and swallowed the rest of his words.

"There's really no way to clean up the bloodstains. They've all seeped into the ground," Sylvia spread her hands helplessly. "If I could, I wouldn't want you to see this, but there's really no other way."

"I have a way to clean it, but please let me go back to the restaurant," Baca, who was standing behind Sylvia, suddenly spoke. He had lost all the fierce temperament he had in his own restaurant just now. Instead, he looked simple and honest, so that no one noticed him at first. "I made a special soap that can effectively remove such marks."

"Sorry, you are..." Ron raised his eyebrows. If he remembered correctly, this person had threatened him with a knife not long ago.

"Baca, the owner and chef of Baca's Restaurant," Baca quickly saluted, "I'm sorry to be so offensive to you in the restaurant, but this is all part of niece Sylvia's plan so that I can break Henry's spirit at the last minute."

"You two must be old acquaintances, right? Henry trusted you so much, but you stood against him in the end?"

"If I had a choice, I wouldn't want to be like this," Baca looked a little frustrated, but Ron couldn't really sense any regrets. "I want to survive, and I don't want to become a pool of...stain like this."

"Baka, a murderer, is also a cannibal," Sylvia ignored Bacca's horrified look and walked straight behind Ron. "Before I escaped from Carolina, he already had a three-digit blood debt on his hands."

"Niece, you--" Baka was shocked, "Didn't we agree on this? I help you and you help me!"

"Of course I'm helping you, Uncle Baca," Sylvia remained unmoved. She just glanced at Baca and then looked away. "I think my benefactor doesn't like people hiding things from him, especially when he needs to make a decision." "As I said, Baca's hands are stained with blood, but he also saved my life, and more than once. When Henry tortured me and left me covered in scars, if he hadn't provided me with enough flesh and blood, I would definitely not be alive today, and I would not be able to meet you, my benefactor, and my friends."

"So at the end of your arrangement, I went to him and planned an extra last step to ensure that Henry would suffer both physically and mentally. He could have informed Henry, but he didn't. Instead, he chose me and our side."

Baca shut up tactfully. He actually had no choice but to follow the wind. Sylvia explained the pros and cons to him the day she found him. Facing the siege of Delusionland, Rose City and Carolina, Henry's death was a foregone conclusion.

If he didn't know this, he would certainly continue to support Henry, but now that he knows, any fool knows which side to stand on.

But would this young man really let him go? Bakka's heart was beating fast.

"I don't know," Ron hesitated, looking up and down at this living man-eating demon, "Carolina must have known your background, and of course, Rose City and I know it too."

"In this situation, even if I let you live, where can you go?"

"I am willing to go to the fantasy land with you! Apart from human flesh, I am also very experienced in cooking other ingredients!" Baka said hurriedly, "Please rest assured, I will definitely turn over a new leaf! I——"

"Stop, stop." Ron raised his hand to stop Bacca from swearing. "To be honest, I don't really believe this. You can ask them. A few months ago, a guy in my territory was executed for murder. He had many fewer lives on his hands than you."

"How about this, you give me a reasonable place for you to go in the future, where no one knows you, you can start over, and support yourself with a legitimate business. If you can give me such an answer, I will let you go."

"But don't let me see you outside this place, otherwise..."

“This…” Baka bit his tongue, looking embarrassed. “Sir, I have lived in Carolina all my life and have never been anywhere else!”

"Then there's nothing we can do, right, Sylvia?" Ron glanced at the vampire and waved his hand, and the foreword of weaving floated beside him.

"Of course, Mr. Baca, if you don't want to die now, you can consider waiting for the Carolina patrol to come, but I'm not familiar with the laws here, and talents like you usually -"

"If you want to do it, just give me a quick death!" Upon hearing this, Baka actually knelt down on his knees, "Don't hand me over to the Public Security Bureau, I will be made a slave, and that would be worse than death!"

(End of this chapter)