Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 370 Collective Action
"That's different... Never mind, you'll wait for the news." Yelena sighed, and her body turned into a cloud of sulfur-smelling smoke and disappeared through the window.

Shapeshifters, demons...are these enough to fight against a cult?

Ron looked out the window, stretched out his arm, and said something to the gem embedded on it. Gillianis soon came to his office. As a magic circle took shape, the figures of the two people became illusory and then disappeared.

No, it's not enough. Since he covets the land of delusion, how can he not show everything on this land?

Night soon fell on this land. In a snowy field outside the New Green Swamp Town, several snow piles trembled slightly.

Under the snow, several men in silver-white robes blended perfectly into the environment, patiently waiting for further developments. They were messengers from the Molten Iron Fortress, responsible for completing some tasks that the cult could not solve through conventional means, including surveillance operations on people from Baka to Ron, as well as hijackings in Rose City, etc.

However, the moon in the sky was now setting in the west, and even they could not bear it after so many days of hard work.

"Why hasn't he come out yet?" A younger messenger complained in a low voice, "Is there something wrong with the intelligence from the Inquisition? Is this lord actually a cold-hearted, stone-blooded man?"

"They failed to intercept Perglen, and instead sent her here," another messenger said in a hoarse voice, "Even an animal won't be fooled again."

"Daniel is just a bard, and Leah is a retired veteran. She has no other relatives except her daughter. It won't cause any waves if they disappear from the world like this."

"We really want to kill them?" This is the third voice, "If the people here don't fall for it, they will be meaningless to us..."

“Are you planning to let them get out alive and ruin the reputation of the cult?” The second person who spoke was probably the leader of the three-person team. He lowered his voice and scolded, “We can’t take this risk!”

"The meaning of our existence is to obey the will of the Archbishop, maintain the operation of the order, and implement the instructions..." The young messenger recited stiffly, but before he finished, as the gate of the town facing them opened, they all shut their mouths immediately.

Out!
Similar to the report submitted by the chief judge named Aaron, these people who were dreaming of establishing a foothold were very cautious. There were only a small team of less than ten people, and each of them covered themselves with a black robe. A woman was leading the way holding a dim lantern. The third person in the team was a thin man, and the one walking at the end was a short man with a bow and arrow.

"That should be them. Humph, they actually chose this time to leave," the captain of the messenger muttered. When the team gradually disappeared into the darkness, and even the light of the lanterns disappeared, he took out a magical device for communication, "All units, alert, 'The ship has left the port.' Repeat, 'The ship has left the port.'"

"Captain, should we go into the town to check?" the young member suggested. This was what the manual required. As a newcomer, he tried to follow everything in the manual.

But his captain didn't think so.

"Are you a fool? There is a black dragon here. We can't take such a risk! Our plan has been almost destroyed by the apostate Perglen. We can't let any more problems occur - don't create any unnecessary complications!"

Under the cover of night, the three snowpacks quickly disappeared outside the town, but what they didn't know was that a few hours later, a caravan that arrived at New Green Swamp Town from the City-State Alliance the day before, followed another caravan that departed from Cloud Harbor, left the town at the first rays of dawn, and returned to the south along the same route. This caravan was a little larger than the one that came, and there were several merchants from other places mixed in. In a carriage, three creatures that did not belong to any caravan sat opposite each other, maintaining a long silence.

The largest one was a black dragonborn, with a large number of crisscrossing scars on his face, which looked exactly like Evander. Although he tried his best to make himself appear more calm and majestic, it was difficult to get rid of that childishness. Races that were not familiar with dragonborn might be frightened by his appearance, but those who were familiar with him could easily judge that he was just a child.

He had disguised himself as best as he could, but for a black dragon, this was really not an easy task.

Compared to him, the two women sitting opposite him were much calmer. The old lady with messy grey hair looked no different from a country woman who had never seen the world, and the gold bracelets on her hands and the gold teeth she showed when she grinned showed her identity as a nouveau riche. She would lift the curtain to look out from time to time. Her extremely old appearance, vulgar manners, unpleasant smell and the broken gold nuggets she handed out were enough to make any guard give up the idea of ​​searching the carriage.

Next to the old woman, a young woman in black clothes and black skirt and a black veil kept her eyes closed all the way, motionless like a sculpture. She did not deliberately hide herself, and would get off the bus when eating and resting. People in the team said that she was a widow of a family and that she was returning to Rose City for a funeral.

Although the merchants like to inquire about all kinds of gossip, no one will go out of their way to get to the bottom of it. For them, it is much more interesting to fill in the details than to know the truth, and it is easier to use them as a topic of conversation during meals. When the team was about to arrive in Rose City, the widow had been rumored to be extremely beautiful, and her family was rich enough to rival a country. Even the speaker of Rose City was not as rich as her family - don't believe it? Look at the old lady! That must be her mother or grandmother who lives in the countryside!
Could an ordinary family make such a heavy gold bracelet for that old man? And that gold tooth!

Rumors can make gold melt. With so many witnesses and evidence, as well as all kinds of unreliable rumors, even though the three people didn't say a word from beginning to end, the guards of Rose City still let them into the city for the sake of the gold coins. In the courtyard of a larger chamber of commerce, a slender spotted cat from the Yungang caravan walked up to the three people and spoke in the voice of a middle-aged man:

"Everyone, at the request of the Lord, we will send you here and that's it. We will not participate in the subsequent operations. I hope you can understand this."

"As a small noble in a port city, we cannot afford to offend the Iron Fortress."

"That's enough. Thank you for your care along the way, Mark." The woman in the black veil crossed her hands in front of her belly. She subconsciously stuck out her long tongue, but then retracted it into her mouth. "This is not something you mortals can interfere with. Just leave."

"Thank you for your understanding." After the transformation, Mark stopped talking nonsense and immediately turned around to call on the members of his caravan to start unloading the goods. They are real businessmen, and all their actions have traces to follow. Now they just need to continue.

However, the merchants from the Holt family noticed that their "colleagues" did not have such good manners. They scattered in groups of three or five and rushed into the city, as if they could not wait to return to their long-lost homes.

This kind of behavior makes them sneer, so no one will pay attention to their subsequent whereabouts, and no one will care whether they can meet these "homesick giant babies" again, or whether they can recognize these people even if they meet them face to face in the future.

In the now empty Night Breeze Tavern, the leader of the shapeshifters regained his favorite tiefling appearance, appeared in front of Ron and others who had been waiting for two days, and saluted respectfully:

"Sir Ron, the actors are all in place, we are just waiting for the right time to start."

(End of this chapter)