Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 325 Split up
Count Richthofen didn't want to talk too much about his former family. Ron racked his brains to ask indirectly, but all he got were emotions like "loneliness" and "regret", which were of no help in revealing the truth. He even asked about the location of the graves of the count's wife and daughter, but when Ron and others went to the grave the next day in the name of paying homage, all they saw were extremely luxurious decorations and a marble tombstone that looked as good as new after hundreds of years.

It looks like it will end up in the attic.

On the day the operation began, everyone was ready. When the patrolling undead group that Gargoyle Opal had led left, everyone, who were covered by invisibility, immediately rushed to the stairs leading to the attic.

Butler Alfred seemed to sense something was wrong, and was about to go over to see what was going on, but a loud noise in the next room caught his attention. He rushed into the room, only to see the goblin and a rat looking at him innocently. At Driver's feet was a valuable vase that had been shattered.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Alfred..." There was no apology in Driver's words, "Dabai and I were playing here, and I accidentally--"

"It's okay, Mr. Driver," the butler forced a smile on his stiff face, "the fragments didn't hurt you, did they?"

These were just ordinary works of art that could be restored to their original condition using magic, so Driver had not really gotten into any serious trouble.

"Let me help you! Dabai, you come and help too! It was you who kicked the vase just now!" Seeing the butler taking out the cleaning tools like a magic trick and preparing to clean up, Driver's eyes rolled, and he rushed forward, trying to snatch the tools from the butler's hands.

"This is my fault, I can't cause you any more trouble! Come on, let me clean it up, you give it to me--give it to me!"

With a light "bang" sound, the smoke and dust disintegrated into a ball. Driver and Alfred stared at the goblin's hand. The goblin hunter had obviously used too much force just now, so although he had taken the cleaning tool, the butler's severed hand was still attached to the handle of the tool.

"Here, let me see if I can take it back?"

"Please don't..."

"Don't worry, I'm very familiar with needlework, just trust me!"

Alfred's brain, which had become a mess centuries ago, naturally could not figure out the reason why Driver did this. He just gave the guests the best reception according to the host's wishes and was careful not to let them go up to the attic. The current situation had overloaded his brain.

In order to take the goblin guests' emotions into consideration, the butler had to postpone the order to "go upstairs to check the condition of the attic" again and again, leaving it to Driver to fiddle with it, which was exactly what Ron and the others wanted.

"Driverdo has succeeded," Ron glanced and saw a gray mouse as small as a thumb running up from downstairs. He immediately began to cast spells and waved his hands to open all the iron locks on the attic. Victoria stepped forward and pulled the door handle, and a musty smell immediately rushed out from inside the room.

If they were exploring a dungeon, everyone would wait until the smell dissipated before going in. However, according to Driver's description, the woman inside would most likely not give them this opportunity. In order to avoid disturbing the still sleeping Earl, Ron went in first, covered his mouth and nose, and rushed into the room.

Although he was well prepared, when Ron really entered the room, a sharp claw wind still appeared from a tricky angle, piercing Ron's face with a sound of breaking through the air. "Hah!" The monk shouted in a deep voice, facing the white shadow that suddenly attacked everyone without any hesitation, he punched out, facing the claws and knocked the attacker away. The white figure was no match for the monk at all. After just one fight, he was thrown into the corner like a rag bag. The rest of the people hurriedly filed in and locked the door again.

The polluted air made his vision unclear. Ron carefully cast two layers of protective spells on himself, then slowly approached the attacker who seemed to have been knocked unconscious.

Just as Driver had said, this was a woman, a young woman even, but she seemed to have not washed for a long time, her ankle-length hair was split and tangled, and her body was covered in dirt.

But the strange thing was that the woman's clothes looked brand new, just a little dirty, which made her look extremely out of place.

"You don't take a bath but you like to wash clothes frequently?" Ivy looked at the unconscious woman with a strange expression, "Who would do such a thing?"

"Are you serious?" Yelena looked around the room, "There's not even a glass of water to drink here, how can I take a shower or wash clothes?"

"Of course magic can do it, but if she can use magic, why not do everything?" Ron shrugged, "Victoria, can you come and help wake her up? Quest may have been a bit too heavy-handed just now."

"I didn't expect that she was just an ordinary person," the monk, who was still in tiefling form, said helplessly, "She was lying on the ceiling and jumped down to attack you. I thought she could at least take a beating..."

"The room is responsible for her ability to move around here," Ron checked the room while Victoria was waking her up. "There are enchanted runes in effect everywhere, allowing her to move around here like a spider. There are other types of enchantments on the bed and desk, but looking at the dust on them, I think she hasn't used them for a long time."

"She made her nest in the corner over there, right next to the stove," Ivy pointed to the cotton and rags that had long since rotted into a pool. "Like a wild animal, she chose a relatively safe and warm environment."

"Then the fire almost burned her nest." Yelena frowned as she looked at the "nest" that used to be bed sheets and quilts. The side near the stove had obvious traces of being burned by the fire. "Why would the count lock such a woman here? Is he afraid that she would go out and scare people to death? Or is he worried about the furnishings in the castle?"

"I think it's more like protecting her," Victoria slowly stood up from the woman and patted the dust and mud on her hands, "There are not only undead creatures here, but also many wild animals."

"Hmm..." Before Victoria finished her words, the woman at her feet let out a low moan, slowly opened her brown eyes, and woke up.

"I had a really good sleep... I was so tired - but who are you?"

(End of this chapter)