Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 372 The witch stole the child again!
"Where have you been and what took you so long?"

When the messenger appeared in the sight of his colleagues again and went into the hiding place with familiarity, the colleagues, whose legs were almost numb from squatting, could not help but complain.

According to regulations, surveillance operations must be carried out by at least two people in a group, and they must not lose sight of each other for more than five minutes. This guy should not have exceeded this time limit when he was tracking a suspicious person just now, but he has clearly violated the regulations.

"Oh, don't mention it," the messenger who had just returned straightened his clothes, which were perfectly suited to his stature. "Have you ever walked through that kind of alley? When the cold wind blew, hey! My stomach immediately started churning! I couldn't hold it back at all!"

The special geographical location of Rose City means that it will remain snowless even in this abnormal winter, but low temperatures are inevitable. The drafts in the streets are even more bitingly cold, enough to make the messengers who do not have enough warm clothes drink a pot of cold.

"Alright, alright," upon hearing this, the colleague quickly moved a few steps to the side, "Stop talking, it smells weird."

Although they all serve the gods, they are all mortals after all, so it is inevitable that such things will happen. But at this point, the colleague couldn't help but feel a little suffocated and angry: "What you said is really ridiculous, why do those who go to monitor the fantasy get extra cold-weather allowances, while we have to sit here and blow the cold wind!"

The "messenger" rolled his eyes, and then sneered in agreement: "That's right, I don't believe that buying two more clothes would cost so much money! It's because--"

"Shh, shh!" His companion quickly put his finger to his lips, "Shut up! It's okay to complain a few words, what if..."

He pointed his finger above his head, meaning that there might be people stalking them above them.

But because of this, the other party's only remaining doubts about the companion who just disappeared were completely dispelled. In recent years, the people above have become more and more unkind. It would be strange if these people who do the dirty work had no complaints at all.

The surveillance work was not finished until dinner time. To the surprise of the messenger, his colleague seemed to be particularly generous today and treated him to a good dinner. Of course, in return, the messenger pretended not to know that his companion had wandered the street for half an hour after dinner. When he returned to the church where he was staying temporarily, he also helped him to cover up and avoid the bishop's interrogation.

Don't talk about the gold coins, it's just the friendship between colleagues, and this is what we should do.

"That manor across the street is really magnificent!" Before going to sleep, the "herald" spread out his sleeping bag on the cold floor, but his eyes were fixed on the large manor outside the church, which was still visible even though it was several hundred meters away. "When can we live in a place like that?"

"Isn't our fortress more magnificent than that one?" The companion sneered, and slid into the bed like a fish, wrapping his body tightly. "We have dedicated our lives to the gods of order, so don't even think about this."

"The owner of the manor is a newly-minted aristocratic businessman, a legitimate wealthy man."

"It seems that the God of Trade is very kind to him," the Herald nodded, "Or is it the Goddess of Luck?"

"All wrong," the messenger, who had fallen asleep as soon as he touched the pillow, smacked his lips in a daze and muttered, "I heard that he also believes in our sect... It's really unfair, why can he get rich?"

"What's even more infuriating is that he received the gift from the gods, but he is unwilling to cooperate with our actions. Otherwise, there would be no need to capture the couple... huh..."

After the candle in the side hall was extinguished, the eyes of the "messenger" shone brightly under the moonlight.

As a doppelganger, stealing other people's superficial thoughts is an innate talent. This not only allows him to perfectly imitate the every move of the person whose thoughts were switched, but also makes it impossible for others to distinguish the authenticity - when everything a person says is what you think in your heart, how can you doubt him for no reason?
Quest sneered and lay down in his sleeping bag with his clothes on. This was an action he took on his own initiative, but as a veteran, he was sure that doing so would only help Ron to implement his plan better.

How can you best guide others to do what you want? By pretending to be one of them, of course!
The next morning, the messengers who were on duty rushed in and reported to everyone that Ron and his party had headed straight for Hendricks's manor. "How did they find this place?" The bishop in charge raised his funny eyebrows, "What have you been monitoring these days? They were just wandering around a few churches and monasteries, and then suddenly they got straight to the point?!"

"Where are the arrangements above? Where are the leading clues?"

"We don't know either. Maybe they have other ways?" Quest muttered in a low voice. "After all, they are the lords. There is no need for them to report everything to us."

"Lord Strider will not like this explanation," the bishop snorted and waved his hand, "Forget it, now that things have come to this, you should immediately inform the other churches of this matter and prepare for action!"

"We will try our best to capture Ron and force him to surrender! How can the holy war allow such a villain to sabotage it?"

Several priests agreed and immediately ran outside. However, before they could open the door, the door of the church was forced open. Two civilians, a man and a woman, lost their balance as the door opened and rolled on the ground.

"Who is it?!" The extremely nervous members of the order were shocked and almost started a fight. If the bishop had not remained calm, the two civilians would have almost died at the hands of the person they were asking for help.

"My Lord Bishop, please save my life!" The tear-stained woman raised her head with all her strength and cried out in a hoarse voice, "I can't survive—"

"Tell me what happened slowly?" The bishop was shocked and rushed forward to support her, but the woman pushed his arm away. "Madam, crying won't solve the problem."

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency the Bishop, Maria is too sad," the man wiped his tears and spoke miserably for his woman, "It's like this, a witch sneaked into Rose City at some point, and she stole our child! Please help us for the sake of the gods!"

"Ghost?!" Upon hearing this, the bishop's expression changed several times. "This... When did this evil creature sneak into Rose City?!"

"They must have disguised themselves as old ladies to get in. Isn't this the most common trick used by witches?" A voice rang out from the crowd, "Sir, we have to help them!"

"Shut up!" The bishop looked up and found that it was one of his priests. "Don't you see the members of the church? We have more important things to do today!"

"But sir, is there anything more important than eradicating the evil witch?" Quest stood up at this time and protested loudly, "Fellow believers, what is our doctrine? What is our responsibility? The mission above is certainly important, but facing this situation, should we just stand by and watch?!"

"But the archbishop has repeatedly explained the importance of this mission!" The bishop frowned. Logically speaking, a messenger of this level is several levels lower than himself, but the two parties do not belong to the same system, so the other party does not have to look at his face unconditionally.

"Can we abandon the poor child for a pagan? Gentlemen, is this what we want?" Quest didn't care about the title of the Archbishop at all. He just kept speaking to the heralds and priests, "Your Excellency the Archbishop certainly can't take all the circumstances into consideration, so we have to hear, think, see, and do it for you! I believe that if the compassionate Archbishop were here, he would definitely agree with our approach!"

Quest's words won the support of the vast majority of people, and even the bishop was persuaded. After weighing the two, the child's life was obviously more precious. As for that lord...

"Notify other churches and monasteries and explain the situation!" The bishop gritted his teeth. "We have an emergency here and we must deal with it first. We will have to trouble them over there!"

"Everyone follow me - ma'am, sir, please lead the way for us!"

(End of this chapter)