Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 320: Territory of the Dead
Taking into account the feelings of the one who ruled over the Shadowless Underworld, Ron finally let the Dark Weaver and his raven go as a token of his sincerity. But before that, he asked the shadow spirit to go back and "persuade" them. The rebellious shadow spirits are like spilled water. There are so many shadow spirits in the Shadowless Underworld, and it doesn't matter if Elena is too much or too little, so they should stop worrying about it.

Ron had no idea whether the Raven Queen obeyed his advice, but anyway, after the Dark Weaver, the "Soul Catcher", had a close call with death, he escaped with his life and no longer had the arrogance of an elf. He thanked the human profusely and ran away with the raven in disgrace.

After the external threat was eliminated, this dilapidated cemetery was naturally not a place to talk. Under Sylvia's cordial invitation, Ron and others had no choice but to follow her.

"Thank you for traveling day and night to find me. You must have been exhausted these two days," Sylvia led the way, chatting and laughing calmly without any abnormality. "When I was caught by old Opal, just looking down, I felt that those forests were difficult to pass through."

"That's right!" In Ron's team, Driver was probably the only one who could chat with Sylvia without any worries. "Let me tell you, you didn't see those mud monsters and gnolls... and those big birds!"

When the goblin hunter was talking carelessly, neither Sylvia nor anyone else interrupted him, allowing this thick-skinned guy to make noise to ease the awkward atmosphere. Driver himself did not notice anything wrong, he usually did this, tonight was just one of countless ordinary nights.

Sylvia seemed to be very familiar with the layout here. Not long after leaving the cemetery, she led everyone onto a flatter and wider road. The trees arranged like swords on the side of the road consciously spread out to both sides as everyone moved forward. Even the ghosts who were howling in the distance fell silent when they noticed Ron and others, or when Sylvia approached, as if they had never existed.

"These were all his subjects," Sylvia introduced after Driver had calmed down a bit. "As we have seen and heard, there was indeed an isolated earldom here before, but something happened after that, which eventually led to the decline of the entire territory."

"The people were angry about the wrongs they had done to the lord, and the earl himself was unwilling to be forgotten in the dust of history. So he and his wife and daughter - two powerful witches - made a final effort and turned the entire territory into a ghost town."

“Although it’s a bit eerie, it keeps everyone alive after all, doesn’t it?” Victoria forced a smile. “I hope these civilians can get used to this depressing atmosphere.”

"Oh, Victoria, when they are part of the atmosphere, they can't feel anything unusual," Sylvia pointed to the withered grass nearby, where three or four night hounds were having a great time fighting over a skull's head. "At first, they weren't used to the big dogs I was commanding, but now they're having a great time, aren't they?"

Ron observed carefully and found that what Sylvia said was true: although the dead here screamed creepily and their faces were not very elegant, if you carefully distinguished the few words mixed in their howls, you would find that these ghosts really enjoyed this kind of "life".

When the ghost of a little boy was so focused on singing that he didn't have time to make way for the crowd, Ron could vaguely hear that his song was praising the lord.

"Indeed, the souls here are all... boring," Yelena curled her lips. To her, souls without suffering to describe were like dry and hard bread, which was simply tasteless. "No wonder the merchant's friend said this place was horrible."

"It's hard for ordinary people to distinguish the voices of the dead, and what's even more annoying is that some people pretend to be ignorant." The vampire led everyone through a village in the earldom and pointed to the gallows in the center of the village. "Do you see that? It is said that two or three hundred years ago, a group of blind demon hunters came here and tried to 'purify' this territory. Then he was sentenced to death for murder and hanged here."

"There are no living people here anymore. Once the population decreases, there will be no possibility of recovery. This is why I showed up at the cemetery first. Some guys who were drunkards in their lifetime are still drunkards after death. It will be troublesome if you or the shadow spirit see them." "The Dark Weaver will not like a drunkard who is truly 'drunken and dreaming' from the living to the dead," Yelena said. "The Raven Queen can predict the death of every creature, but that doesn't mean that every creature's death will please Her."

"Even a person like this is unwilling to give up?" Victoria let out a long sigh. Ron, who was walking beside her, couldn't tell whether it was a sigh of relief or a sigh, but the priest put away the holy emblem. This magic weapon was not as hot as before, and only a slight warmth remained.

"It seems that Heim doesn't mind this behavior?" Ivy also noticed Victoria's actions.

"Mind, but this is Sylvia. Heim once blessed me and helped me save her from death. Now she will understand everything I have experienced."

Victoria forced a smile. She had endured the heat all along the way and held the holy emblem tightly, not daring to relax at all. The test from the gods was not just talk. If she had any doubts, confusion, or fear, causing the holy emblem to fall to the ground, the god would certainly take back the grace He bestowed.

Even punishment might be brought down.

The priest lowered her head and glanced at the almost burnt flesh on her hands. The mark of the holy symbol was branded on her hands, an upright left-hand iron gauntlet with a staring eye on it.

The place where Sylvia wanted to take everyone to sit was not close to the cemetery. Ron walked at a normal pace until the sky gradually faded. Only then did he see the inky black monster at the end of the road.

It was a huge manor with a standard Gothic castle standing in the center. The extremely symmetrical structure was like a serious human face overlooking the entire territory. Some physical undead creatures were working inside and outside the manor, cleaning the luxurious courtyard in the last bit of time before daybreak.

"As a castle located in the wilderness, is it too luxurious?" Sylvia turned her head and guessed what Ron was thinking when she saw his expression. "Like I said before, his wife and daughter are both powerful witches, and this castle was built without any help from others. Until today, the hired residents have only done some cleaning work."

"But they are no longer living people, so they are bound to be careless." The vampire pushed open the gate of the manor, tore off a piece of rotten meat stuck to the fence, and threw it back to its owner. "Come, meet the current owner of this place. It's him who sent Old Opal and the others out."

When everyone stood on the steps of the castle, Sylvia knocked on the ancient and heavy castle door.

A little quibble about the character card issue: I want to hire an artist to help draw the character illustrations, so I’m still saving money ()
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(End of this chapter)