Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 307 Bronze Heron Statue
Fortunately, the elf researcher at least remembered to install a switch, which made the crossbow not stand out among the many magical items, and at least it could still be used. However, because its first appearance was too jarring, it made everyone present extremely disgusted, so Ron had to carry it with him.

"Lightning, strong acid, water, fire, mind, eclipse, so there is still one missing and I don't know where it went?" Gillianis looked at the groove on the stone slab. "Although I don't have much feelings for this work, it is still 'my' work anyway, so my lord, I still hope you can collect them again."

"After all, if all seven gems are gathered..."

"Can you summon a dragon?"

"If you show them off in public, the dragons will come," the moon elf glanced at Ron, who was joking. "After all, even if we don't consider their magical value, they are rare enough as gems, not to mention a complete set. From red dragons to gold dragons, I'm afraid no dragon can resist its brilliance."

"You handled it well. The little dragon should know how to protect its treasure."

Gillianis put the slab back to its original place as she spoke. Her eyes swept across the two mimics that had just been frightened and had just recovered a little, and then fell on the pile of treasures of the baby dragon.

Most of them once belonged to an old green dragon named Orson Muniper.

"This is a gold coin from the Hailan Empire." Gillianis walked up to the pile of small hills, stretched out two fingers, and picked up a gold coin that looked quite old. Ron looked in the direction of her fingers and saw that one side of the gold coin was printed with the logo of the double lion crown.

"If Hailan was just an ordinary country that hadn't stood the test of time, this gold coin would have sold for a good price," Gillianis wiped off the magic mark left by Exuri on the gold coin and put it in her pocket, "but now it can only be used as an ordinary gold coin or an unwelcome souvenir."

"Don't you have any savings?" Quest asked curiously, "The chief wizard of the empire shouldn't be penniless, right?"

"You also know my past identity. In order to prevent the past from being connected to the present and thus being tracked by spies like you, I spent a lot of money," Gillianis snorted and took out another gold coin with a completely different pattern from the treasure. "Oh, look at this, isn't the head on it somewhat similar to that of Queen Farama?"

"Calculating the time, if there is an antique collector who is interested in the history of the fantasy land, he would probably be willing to pay six to ten times the price to collect them."

Gillianis kept searching through the treasure, as excited as a child picking up shells on the beach. She was delighted by the objects whose origins she could recognize, but she was even more excited by the ones she couldn't recognize - for researchers, the unknown is just another way of saying "soon to be known", at least until they really hit the wall.

Gillianis's research in antique identification is relatively limited, so she probably won't end up in the latter desperate situation.

"What did you find?" Ron and the others also joined the "treasure hunt" with great interest. When Sylvia suddenly stopped searching, the attention of the others was drawn to the vampire. It was an animal statue that was almost as tall as an adult human's forearm. A beautifully shaped but badly worn egret stood on one leg on the base. The statue was made of bronze and looked quite old.

"My benefactor, look at this statue!" Sylvia held up the statue and walked to the elf. "Will the dragon really like such a gray statue?"

"This material probably wasn't this color at the beginning," Ron took the statue and looked at it. The statue looked like a typical bronze artifact, but it was probably played with by its owner so the surface was relatively smooth. "Generally, there would be paint or lacquer on it, but it was worn away over the years. The metal inside was exposed to the air and finally became like this."

Ron's eyes met the eyes of the bronze heron. The statue seemed ordinary, and even the "finishing touch" that was once painted on it was no longer visible where the eyes should have been.

But even though it was a statue that couldn't even be considered to have eyes, when Ron looked into its eyes, a sharp pain in his soul suddenly struck his eyes without warning, forcing him to avoid the gaze of this dead object: "It's really strange, it seemed to be staring at me with ill intentions just now!"

"Is there such a thing?" Gillianis came over immediately. However, when the archmage stared at the statue for a long time, he did not feel anything wrong. "I think you are a little sensitive. This is just a work of art. It's just that it is incomplete now, which may make you feel uncomfortable."

"Or, we can use other methods to verify this problem." Seeing that Ron was noncommittal about this explanation, Gillianis simply took out a set of instruments and prepared to verify it on the spot. "I can conduct experiments from the perspectives of magical aura, curse, seal, and any other angles you can think of. First of all, aura."

The instrument did not respond, and Ron himself could not detect any traces of magic on the statue.

"No. Then the next step is the curse. I will choose three common types of curses to observe the reactions. Tiefling, please stand further away. Although this is not your true form, it may still lead to the result being more like a devil's curse."

Gillianis said so, but the results of the test were obvious: the sculpture was not cursed, and the claws of any higher-level evil forces had never touched it.

"Then the next step is the seal..."

Gillianis did not let down her guard because of Ron's casual words. She had a strong sense of awe for the unknown areas and the legacy of the old green dragon. Perhaps it was this caution and rigor that allowed her to rise to the top and was almost unaffected after the collapse of the empire.

But even she couldn't find out what was wrong with the bronze heron statue. Even Ron had to start doubting himself, wondering if he was really too nervous just now.

Just as Ron was doubtful, his fingertips unconsciously brushed the lower part of the statue's slender and pointed beak, and at that moment, the statue suddenly lowered its head, and the sharp beak instantly pierced his finger!
(End of this chapter)