Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 371 Planning and Arrangement

On the first floor of the Night Wind Tavern, Ron sat on the table with his feet on a stool and held up the preface to the weaving spell with one hand. The pages of this magic book turned rapidly as he cast the spell.

Many people have come and gone in this tavern in the past few days, including various spellcasters, so it is not easy to find clues of the hijackers at the arcane level. However, as the preface of the weaving spell slowly stopped turning pages, a group of figures in silver robes were finally projected out by the magic book and appeared in front of everyone.

"Is this... the messenger?" Although the image was blurry and it was difficult to confirm the faces and even their race of these people, Victoria still recognized their identities at the first time. Upon hearing this term, Quest's eyes widened immediately.

"The messenger? Are you talking about the killers specially trained by the church?"

"That's too rude," the priest rubbed his temple with a headache. "Generally speaking, they are just like ordinary priests, spreading the gospel. It's just that their methods are not so 'formal'."

"I didn't expect that they were actually members of the cult," Ivy's face showed no expression, but her fist on the table with bulging veins betrayed her feelings at the moment, "Ron, can you see where they took my parents?"

"Unfortunately, no. It would be better if the image could be clearer," Ron shook his head regretfully. "But since we have confirmed that it is the Molten Iron Barrier, why don't we go to the most suspicious place first?"

Ron was naturally talking about the spice merchant's home. His butler had connections with the cult, and as their employer, he was afraid he would not be able to escape.

"Let me go first," Constance stood up and reached out to gently hold her cousin's fist. "I'll ask clearly first. Maybe this is just a misunderstanding. We can use a more gentle way to get my aunt and uncle back."

"Aren't you afraid that your adoptive father and Thread will tie you up as well?" Ivy snorted, "Your home might be a big pit right now, waiting for us to jump in!"

"No, my father loves me very much, he would never agree to do this!"

Ron lifted his eyelids and glanced at her: "Even if it's between you and his god?"

"This……"

"It doesn't matter. No one can be sure about this kind of thing. I'm afraid even Mr. Hendricks himself can't be sure. Although it's a bit risky to let you go home alone, I think this may lead to another good idea."

"In the past two days, we have also visited all the churches in Rose City that may be related to the Molten Iron Fortress. So far, there has been no obvious flow of people in the churches." Ron jumped off the table and spread out a map of Rose City. All the churches and monasteries on it were marked, and several of them were circled. "Quest, these specially marked ones are closely related to the Molten Iron Fortress and are close enough to Constance's house. There are a total of five, and two of them have the above characteristics at the same time. We need to pay special attention."

"The cult already knows that we know their plan, and our whereabouts are likely to be controlled by them. Therefore, once we rush to the manor on the spice, they will most likely attack from these places and completely besiege us to force us to surrender." "So you plan to let us guard these churches?" Quest understood, "That's easy. As long as they make the slightest move, I will immediately warn you!"

"It's not enough to give a warning," Ron shook his head. "If that's all, there's no need for such a big show - I didn't sneak the hag and the foul devil into Rose City just to have two more alarms."

"I still think this is not a good move..." Victoria sighed, "Bringing witches and demons into the city? This-"

"If that's not the case, how could they give up the task at hand?" Ron grinned. "Ordinary chaos won't alarm them at all, let alone make them change the priority of the task, but demons and hags are different - what if a black dragon is added?"

"Quest, I want you to pass this plan to them and require them to strictly execute it," Ron handed the spy a plan that he had written on the road and perfected in the past two days. "Warn and supervise them. Although the mission this time is to create chaos, they must not be allowed to act recklessly. The extent of the commotion is strictly planned, unless they intend to alarm some important person and lose their lives."

"As for your people, they will follow my command. We will find clues to where Uncle Daniel and the others are being held in the manor, and then head there. We will have to trouble them to deal with any disruptors along the way."

"Don't worry about that. We definitely can't defeat those priests in a head-on fight, but we can still contain them," Quest nodded. "But I don't understand, how are you sure you can find clues about Senator Daniel and his wife in Hendricks's manor?"

"It's simple, because their ultimate goal is Ron!" Driver slapped his hand. "If you just dig a hole in the ground, almost no prey will fall into it. But if you put some bait in it, it will be different!"

"That's right," Ron nodded. "They may not understand why we went straight to Hendricks's manor with such a clear goal, but if they want to catch me, it would be best to arrange a real clue."

After giving some other instructions, the monk merged back into the shadows. When he appeared again from a street away, the tiefling had changed his appearance and walked towards the "caravan" station with a swagger.

The route he chose "happened" to pass by the Night Wind Tavern. The Shapeshifter stopped in front of the building he had just left. While looking at the sparse climbing plants that had been unattended for a long time, he complained in the Common Language with a Rose City accent about why this tavern he often visited had not been open for so long.

Of course, Quest didn't get an answer, but when he left muttering, a man in a robe with a corner of silver showing immediately appeared from his hiding place and followed him. When Quest turned another corner, the man hesitated for a moment, then followed him in.

The messenger was responsible for monitoring Ron and others. After seeing a former patron of the tavern commenting on the tavern, he strictly followed the request and briefly followed the other party to confirm that he was not a suspect. However, the moment he turned the corner, his intuition frantically warned him of the danger here - the person who had seen him coming in disappeared!
The messenger immediately pulled away, but with a gust of wind, in the last moment of consciousness today, he saw a humanoid creature with no clear facial features except for the eyes falling from the sky like a big bird, and then chopped his neck with a knife!

(End of this chapter)