Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 335 The Coffin in the Bedroom
When Ron and others tried to enter the invalid magic circle and move Mary's body, they found that the magic sword that was said to be able to devour the flesh and soul was not taken away by the vampire lord, but was still nailed to Mary's body.

"This sword is no longer useful," Victoria carefully pulled out the magic sword after examining it carefully. "Its only function was to prepare for this ritual. Now it has completed its mission, and even the aura on it has almost dissipated."

"But it's not completely useless," Sylvia tried. "If we want to find the count someday, this sword can be used as a spell material and a guide."

The vampire wizard took the ominous sword from Victoria's hand, waved it twice and put it away without any resistance: "Rather than this, why don't I take you to visit the rooms in the castle? When the count was still here, there were some places that even I couldn't enter, but now we can do whatever we want!"

In the Earl's castle, all the undead creatures had lost their ability to move, and the body of the butler Alfred was broken into a dozen pieces, scattered under the porch. The butler might have discovered something unusual when the being in the black fog appeared and wanted to escape, but the other party enveloped the entire earldom, so where could a mere butler escape to?

"What a shame," Driver smacked his lips regretfully. "Ron, if we sew it back together, is there any chance of reviving it?"

"Unfortunately, no. Its will has left this body forever." Ron and Sylvia exchanged opinions, and the two spellcasters finally came to the same conclusion. "Judging from the degree of preservation of its body, we can try to reawaken the undead, but the butler will definitely not be able to come back."

"The newly born undead creatures are nothing more than ordinary mindless dead spirits."

"Where are the gargoyles?" Quest looked curiously at the empty stone platforms on the dome. "They are elemental creatures. Logically, they shouldn't be sucked away."

"An elemental creature, but it still 'belongs' to this earldom, or rather, to that earl," Yelena moved her still sore wrists and ankles. These joints had just been hurt. Even with healing potions and spells, it would take a few days to recover. "I think that guy is definitely not picky about food."

An empty castle always makes people feel creepy, even if the only heir here is right next to Ron and others. Ivy walked in front carefully, and the lights around were lit up one by one under Ron's spell. As everyone gradually approached the earl's former room, the atmosphere gradually became weird.

"Ha, the old guy only gave us a small guest room, but his own bedroom is so big!" Driver kicked open the half-open door. It was pitch black inside, and the outlines of dozens of coffins could be vaguely seen lined up against the wall.

"Do you feel like something is watching us?" Ron frowned slightly. "He's just one person, and he sleeps in a coffin. He doesn't need such a big room, right?"

"And sleeping in so many coffins for one person? Even for a vampire noble it's a bit too extravagant."

"This should have been shared by him and his wife Hecate in the past," several people with dark vision began to search around the room without being affected by the slight amount of magic left in it, "Ron, aren't all these coffins for him to sleep in?"

"The name on it is... Old Opal!"

Sylvia's shout attracted everyone's attention, and sure enough, on a coffin, the words carved with a hammer and chisel were particularly eye-catching: Opal Carter, Captain of the Hanshui Village Guard.

"This should be a duplicate name, right?" "Impossible!" Sylvia shook her head. "When it caught me and flew me here, I could see that this name was also engraved under its wings - otherwise why would I call it Old Opal?"

"Look at the others!" Ron directed everyone to start checking other coffins in the room. "Did you meet other 'people' during this time?"

Victoria and Ivy were reluctant to deal with gargoyles and undead too much, but Quest and Driver did know a few of them. As expected, most of these creatures were listed on the coffin in the Count's room.

What is quite coincidental is that all the coffins with names on them are gargoyles, while there are no names on the undead spirits outside the castle.

"This is really a ghost!" Driver shouted, gesturing at the size of the coffins, "Are these coffins all magical items? How did the gargoyles get in and sleep in them?"

"Is there a possibility that what's inside isn't a gargoyle, but -" Ivy suddenly thought of something, and put the flame-wrapped gauntlets on the coffin board of old Opal, and used her arms to lift the board aside, "Sure enough!"

"A dried corpse of a dwarf?!"

As Ivy moved, a dried-up corpse, with only skin and bones left, rolled out of the upright coffin. A huge amount of dust and the smell of decay immediately filled the entire room, choking people and making them sneeze.

"Open the others as well!"

With everyone's efforts, hundreds of years old mummies rolled out of the coffins. They were of different races, genders, and ages, but their expressions were quite peaceful, and their attire was similar, all scale armor or chain mail. Only the scale armor on "Oper Carter" seemed more solemn, with a few decorations on it that were about to turn to ash.

"Look what I found, in the Count's own coffin?" Driver climbed out of the coffin that was larger and more ornate than the other coffins, coughing and waving a notebook in his hand, "The vampire Count placed this at the head of his bed - it seems to be a roster!"

"The first name is Old Opal! He's... a knight?" Sylvia took the notebook and flipped through the yellowed paper in shock. "Almost all the others are soldiers and guards! What does the Count mean by this?"

"Using his dead subordinates to keep vigil for himself?" Ron guessed that this was not too strange - except that the tomb owner himself was still "alive".

"No, they weren't placed here after they died," Quest pointed at a human mummy that looked very young in life. "He looks to be only about twenty years old, and there are no signs of battle on his body. He didn't die of old age, nor did he die in battle."

"Indeed, they are... sacrifices," Sylvia quickly finished reading the notes in her hand and handed them to Ron. "My benefactor, it seems that the kindness shown by the count is indeed a mask. He... Never mind, you should read it yourself."

(End of this chapter)