Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 378 Where are my hostages?

"So please tell me, in this real-life example today, we--"

"Your Excellency, please pause for a moment!"

As Patrick's short speech was coming to an end, Daniel's voice interrupted him.

"Mr. Daniel, is there anything I can help you with?" The bishop looked at the member of the Rose Parliament and was surprised to find that this man, who looked older than he actually was, had tears in his eyes.

"Bishop, what you said is so good!" Daniel shouted, "Who doesn't have desires? Who doesn't have ties? For me, the person I care about most, besides my wife, is my dear daughter!"

"How can a person like me ignore family affection for my own selfish interests? Your Excellency the Bishop, I have figured it out! I will go and convince Ivy right now!"

"Have you... figured it out?" Patrick raised his eyebrows. He never expected that his speech would bring him unexpected results. "Are you really willing to cooperate with us? Is it all because of what I said?"

"Of course! It's really great!" Leah agreed, "What's the use of a daughter I can't even remember? I just want my husband and I to live our lives in peace!"

"Liya, you!"

"Daniel, we are on a boat now!"

"Your wife is really generous," Patrick rolled his eyes, but he believed 60% to 70% of what the other party said. "But no matter what, at least we have reached an agreement, right?"

"Malak, go untie them."

When the monk stood up to untie Daniel and his wife, the middle-aged bishop looked at the silent master and servant, Hendricks and Butler Strider, with satisfaction: "See, if you two just cooperate, you won't have to suffer so much."

"We have no interest in your daughters. We just need them to act as go-betweens."

This time, Bishop Patrick's persuasion was not responded to. Compared with the Daniel couple who had spoken fiercely before, Hendrix adhered to a non-violent and non-cooperative attitude - the Iron Wall was a formal and orderly organization after all, so why should it deprive a hostage of the right to remain silent?

Patrick was not surprised by the spice merchant's reaction. He turned around and showed his defenseless back to Brother James, ready to have a deeper conversation with Daniel and his wife. But at this moment, the monk who was struggling to stand still suddenly raised his head with a fierce look in his eyes, and a dagger slipped out from his wide sleeves and stabbed the bishop's neck fiercely!
"Uh--"

The dagger cut the skin on the back of Patrick's neck, but did not draw a drop of blood. Instead, the bishop twisted the joint into an incredible angle and strangled "Brother James" by the throat with his backhand.

The moment the monk's feet left the ground, his body structure changed rapidly. Dark gray skin replaced the original human skin, and the huge red nose quickly shrank into his face, which only had two huge eyes and a mouth. As his body size changed, Patrick could not restrain him with one hand. The attacker easily got rid of the iron-like big hand and quickly jumped onto a nearby wine barrel with the agility of a cat.

"Shapeshifter!" Half-elf monk Malak was shocked. He didn't care about Daniel and his wife, and rushed to Patrick. "When did this kind of creature appear in Rose City?"

"I'm afraid it has always been there," the bishop moved his wrist with his other hand. The smile on his face gradually faded, but it remained for a long time. "But considering the sudden appearance of the witch and the black dragon, I'm afraid it was the work of our dear lord?"

"But don't you underestimate our cult? You don't look like a professional assassin, so you want to be a lone hero and assassinate me?"

"Tell me your name, or you will be buried with someone else's name like the rest of your people." "Jack," the shapeshifter sneered, looking down at the bishop condescendingly, "I'm not a professional assassin, but who told you that I came here alone?"

"Guys! Give the masters of the Order a little doppelganger shock!"

Almost instantly, the entire winery exploded. Some priests suddenly drew their weapons and attacked their "colleagues" around them, but the attacked were unable to react at all and could only fall before those familiar faces while crying for help in pain.

"Were they replaced?" Malak was horrified. He used his scabbard to knock back several priests who were approaching and could not tell whether they were his own people or not, trying his best to prevent them from causing trouble to the bishop. "My Lord Bishop, what should we do now!"

With his abilities and his familiarity with these church members, it was difficult for him to tell the authenticity of these people. In this chaotic situation, he could only launch indiscriminate attacks.

"Keep an eye on the hostages first!" Patrick shouted and pointed his fingers around. The equipment containing fermented rice wine exploded one after another. Under the cover of mist, the two men quickly approached Daniel and his wife.

Hendrix is ​​a good meat shield, but he is not as easy to use as Daniel and Leah who are relatively slender.

"Don't come over here! Otherwise we can't guarantee the safety of the hostages!"

A portal opened in front of Daniel and his wife. Before they could react, Patrick grabbed them and took them more than a hundred meters away, completely out of the mist made of wine.

"Where is your leader? I want to meet him!" Patrick's voice echoed in the winery, but what answered him was a wine barrel that broke through the fog and was thrown into the air!
"cut!"

Malak shouted in a deep voice, took a step forward, and with a flash of sword light, he immediately chopped the wine into dozens of pieces. As the wine poured down on his head, a sense of crisis exploded in the monk's heart without warning!

"Bishop, be careful!"

With a loud "boom", almost every drop of wine in the air turned into a bomb. The explosion was filled with violent arcane energy, making its power not even inferior to that of the seven-ring arcane!

"Damn it, are you trying to kill us?!"

As the smoke gradually dissipated, accompanied by violent coughing, Patrick and Malak stood up again covered in dust. The bishop's robe on Patrick was almost blown to pieces. If he hadn't cast a spell at the last moment, even the last few strips of cloth hanging on his body like ribbons would have been lost.

Even if he used his toes to guess, he knew that the guy who could cause such an explosion was the lord of the delusional land.

"Think about your companions' families! Are you planning to bury them with me?"

The bishop reached out to grab the hostage behind him. The explosion was so sudden that he didn't even have time to use the hostage as a shield!

But now it was too late, Patrick's hand fell into empty space.

The bishop turned his head and looked behind him: "Where are my hostages?!"

(End of this chapter)