Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 359 Apostate

Grand Duke?

Perglan wondered if she had heard it wrongly. As far as she knew, there were no such nobles in Rose City.

A high-pitched voice came from the other side of the door: "Sir, my brother has been actively contacting them, but I heard that the war there is also very intense, and I am afraid they can't spare the hands to support us."

"His suggestion is to start with delusion. If we can bring that force under our command, the status of the cult in the other party's heart will be greatly improved, and it will be much easier to obtain support."

"Delusion Land..." This was another voice. Perglen could tell that the person who spoke was the chief bishop of a diocese, on the same level as Strider. "But according to the report sent back by Chief Judge Aaron and his men, although Delusion Land has many dangers, it seems to have no other resources except for the abundance of herbs. What is so important there?"

"Danger doesn't come out of nowhere," the Archbishop said. "If there is no benefit, why would those people choose to settle in such a place?"

"Especially the Lord named Ron. According to the reports of Chief Judge Aaron and Bishop Perglans... he is definitely not the refugee as rumored. Instead, he could be the prodigal son of a certain family. After all, no one knows his last name now."

"There must be resources there that are very important to the Grand Duke, but Aaron and the others just can't find out."

Thread's voice of approval rang out, "Your Excellency is right. In order for the holy war to proceed smoothly, we should include the Delusion Land in our plan. My brother has been the housekeeper of a new nobleman in Rose City for many years. It is said that the nobleman's adopted daughter went to the Delusion Land for training half a year ago. Perhaps we can start from this aspect."

"Adopted daughter? Is she also a follower of the Grand Duke?"

"No, according to my brother's report, his master is particularly fond of this adopted daughter and tries not to let her participate in our business."

“Humph, this may add a lot of resistance to our cause,” the chief bishop snorted coldly, “Sred, you brothers have to solve this problem. In the holy war against the abyss, any womanly mercy may lead to serious consequences!”

"I suggest that you let your brother be in charge of the contact and make sure that the lord knows the stakes and gives up his interests! Otherwise... we will have to resort to force!"

Perglen's breathing became rapid. She covered her mouth and nose and forced herself to calm down. Then she heard the words of the archbishop.

"Justin, this is too radical. We can use another method to minimize the losses and keep it as secret as possible."

"You mean..."

"Investigate the people who are close to them," the Archbishop gave the order, "control them, and then lure them into the encirclement. If he is sensible, that would be the best. If not, it would be to our advantage to take action - that Ron is a spellcaster, and a conflict in his territory would be disadvantageous to us. Chief Judge Aaron and the others have already confirmed this."

The leader of the Molten Iron Fortress sneered: "These so-called lords come and go, and they only form makeshift teams. As long as we kick them, they will - who are they?!" There was a sound of something falling to the ground outside the door. When several high-ranking members of the cult opened the door, a magic cloak was lying quietly at the door.

"This is mine..." The Archbishop was stunned at first, then he became furious, "You guys, call Bishop Perglen back quickly!"

"What an ignorant girl!"

He had promoted Perglen, so the Archbishop certainly didn't think of anything else, and just thought that the other party had eavesdropped on the confidential meeting and fled in a hurry. But what he and the others didn't expect was that Perglen didn't return to his residence at all, but rushed out of the church's station and headed north!

When the cult reacted and began to organize a manhunt, the vast snow in the mountains covered the bishop's footprints. The snow reflecting in the sunlight made it difficult for magic such as Eagle Eye to work. How could they catch up?

However, being unable to catch up does not mean that one does not know his whereabouts. With the collective power of divine arts such as bio-positioning and theocracy, Pelgrand, who had tried his best to hide his whereabouts, was now exposed to the sight of his former fellow believers like a naked body, with no privacy at all.

"She went north!" The Archbishop looked at the feedback from the spell with a gloomy face, "Immediately mobilize all the believers along the way, and make sure to capture the apostate Perglen!"

"She may have learned our secrets. If she makes them public, it will be a huge blow to our sect's power and reputation!"

The usually benevolent Archbishop now changed his expression and looked sinisterly at the silent Bishop Strider beside him: "Strider, notify your brother immediately to take action! Put the plan into practice. Only in this way can we get the support of Grand Duke Dispater as much as possible!"

The archbishop, who had been unable to cast any divine spells for many years, paced back and forth in the empty hall: "What are you still standing there for? Move quickly! The Lord of Dis doesn't like any surprises or accidents!"

Grand Duke, Grand Duke... The most famous Grand Dukes are only those nine or ten! Moreover, they are natural allies in the fight against demons - why didn't she think of this at the beginning!
Perglen cursed in her heart more than once, but she herself didn't know who to curse. Maybe it was herself who was meddling in other people's business, maybe it was the bishops who were truly apostates, maybe it was the lord who insisted on settling down in a place of right and wrong, or maybe it was the demons who were eager to invade.

Perglen has strength and faith, but she is not so enthusiastic about order and rules. Raymond Aron and the bearded man have said more than once that she will definitely fail because of this. Now they can say that they did not warn her.

She shouldn't have eavesdropped on the bishops' conversation! Even if she did, she should have just listened for a few words and left! Why bother getting involved? Perglen even thought of simply going along with the crowd, but every time she lowered her head, she could see the robe she was wearing, embroidered with the emblem of the order - how could she make up her mind to do so?
Three days had passed since she escaped from the cult's base. Perglen dared not rest or carry anything. The thin bishop's robe could not keep her warm in such an environment. What was more fatal was that she could only rely on food and water made by divine magic to barely survive. Even she had no way to continue to produce the resources needed for survival.

She would be caught sooner or later if she continued like this. As a priestess, she knew what methods her peers would use to track her down, but she was not well prepared and could not take any countermeasures.

She had to rely on others, but even with her chilblained toes, she could figure out that Lao Lei and the others were also following orders to hunt her down! Could she expect them to disobey orders out of respect for their comrades? Impossible!
"Oh God..." Exhausted, Perglen finally fell headfirst into the snow. The holy emblem in her hand was slightly warm, but it could not bring any warmth to the priest.

"Since your glory has illuminated this world, why not shine a little brighter?"

(End of this chapter)