Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 365: The Sword from the Past
In Raymond Aron's short life of more than forty years, he had chatted and laughed with dukes and kings in high-end salons, and had fought life-and-death battles with demons in the battlefield of the abyss, but he had never experienced such a strange thing.

What had he done? What had this woman done? How did his sword end up in her hand?

"Don't you want to admit it?" The Moon Elf seemed to have expected this reaction from the other party, but she didn't care. "There are many things you haven't seen. I have lived much longer than you."

Although using a top-level arcane spell like time stop to deal with a judge was a bit of an overkill, Gillianis didn't care. For her, the only thing she cared about was the sword, and everything else was unimportant, so directly snatching it was the most efficient way.

"Compared to the mistakes you made here, disarming your weapons is the lightest punishment." Since time stopped for everyone, Ron didn't understand how Gillianis did it, but the result was obvious. "Aaron, take your people away to avoid me having to build a mass grave for you."

"The Archbishop won't give up." Aaron didn't miss the weapon he lost. He cared about his mission. "Pelgrand stole confidential information. If I can't complete the mission, they will definitely send stronger people next time."

"Why not have your archbishop come here in person?" Ron snorted. "If he's willing to answer all my questions in person, I'd be happy to let Miss Pelgrave meet him."

“Mr. Judge, why are you still wasting time talking to them?” Korzm couldn’t help it. He rushed towards Gillianis. His followers followed him and charged towards Gillianis. “Why don’t we just kill them all? We have more people than them!”

It's just an elf, what difference does it make whether it's a mage or a swordmaster? As long as the centaurs charge, everything will be over!

As Korzm thought so, his strong and heavy body rose and fell as he galloped. When he thought that this beautiful elf was about to crawl under his iron hoof and beg for mercy, or simply be smashed to pieces by his flesh, Korzm could not suppress his extreme excitement. In this state, he felt like he was about to fly!
Then, he really flew.

The body that was injured in the fight with Zandia just now was getting farther and farther away from him, and his like-minded tribesmen were in the same situation. When Korzm looked at them, he was shocked to find that none of them had their heads still attached to their chests!
What made Korzm, whose vision was gradually darkening, even more desperate was that the Chief Judge of the Molten Iron Fortress actually turned his horse's head and showed signs of leaving with his men!
This is not what they agreed on! The Centaur wanted to curse and question, but to his horror, he could no longer control his tongue.

Six elf-like heads fell into the snow, followed by huge bodies. Until they dyed the snow within a radius of several meters red, the "Silence" in Gillianis's hand began to slowly ooze out traces of blood, as if the sword itself was injured.

"I remember you said you don't like killing people." Ron glanced at the moon elf, who shrugged and said, "Centaurs are considered fey, Sir Ron."

Ron knew she would make that argument.

"They... are all dead?" After a while, when everyone from the Molten Iron Fortress left without saying goodbye as if they had come uninvited, Zandia, the only leader of the Centaur clan, slowly came back to her senses. She struggled to stand up and go over to confirm, but the injuries on her body forced her to fall to the ground again, "What happened?" "It's just what you expected. From now on, there will no longer be a 'Regent' riding on your head," Gillianis's fingers brushed across the blade in her hand, and the blood turned into ice with her fingertips, and shattered to the ground after a knock of her knuckles, "and I also got this sword, Silence? Ha..."

"What's the origin of this sword?" Ron looked at the moon elf who was gazing at the sword in his hand affectionately, "Could it be the light gem?"

There was only a groove left on the amethyst slab, and the bright gem was missing. It was unknown whether it was in the sword.

"What bright gem?" Gillianis was stunned for a moment before she realized what Ron was referring to. "No, that's not it. This sword was not created by me, nor is it my property - it was the sword of one of my teachers."

"He used to be the dean of an academy. When I was still a minor, I studied with him for more than 30 years. He was my first teacher," she explained further when she saw that Ron still didn't understand. "Later, the rise of the Ryan family caused quite a bit of chaos, and I lost contact with him and never met him again. I didn't expect that I would encounter his sword here several centuries later."

Gillianis showed Ron this plain-looking longsword. In addition to the regular enchanted patterns on the blade, a total of four Elvish words on both sides attracted his attention.

On one side of the sword are engraved "truth" and "accuracy", while on the other side are engraved "profound" and "professional".

"This is the creed he has practiced throughout his life as a researcher," Gillianis said. "The name 'Silence' given to this sword by the believers is quite appropriate. Its first owner was indeed not a talkative person."

"Perhaps that's why he has never been famous in his life," Gillianis couldn't help but smile a little sadly when she said this. "Outsiders have hardly heard of him, even those in the circle all admire him."

"After I received funding from the Royal Family of Ryan, I wanted to take this opportunity to repay him, but unfortunately, there was no news from him. Sigh..."

"At least you can still find his things, and considering the lifespan of you elves, it is not impossible to meet again." Listening to the great wizard who was already a legend telling stories from a long time ago, and thinking back to his own master, Ron couldn't help but feel sad. But now, they have other things to do. "Victoria, take Miss Zandia and her people to settle down first. We have a more important person to visit."

"We must ask the bishop: What secrets did she steal that made her former comrades hunt her down so hard?"

(End of this chapter)