Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 394: Gillianis, the Source of All Evil
Generally speaking, organisms do not choose to migrate on a large scale in winter. The occurrence of this situation indicates that some changes have indeed occurred on the other side of the mountains.

It’s probably not going to be a good thing.

"We will go and confirm it ourselves. I am a little worried whether this is related to the conspiracy behind the scenes." Ron nodded and let Anastasia step out from behind him. "By the way, let me introduce you. This is Anastasia. She is hired to help us solve the problem of Fusarium."

"She has been to your Chibella ruins."

"That should be helpful. Nice to meet you, Anastria." Gillianis extended her hand to the elven mercenary, but did not wait for a response.

The Elf Great Swordsman stared at the Moon Elf with a serious expression: "Have we met before?"

Gillianis's mind flashed back to a few scenes. It was the rebel army that tried to overthrow the empire. Among them, there was an officer who looked eight points like the elf in front of her. However, she was not dressed so boldly at that time. She was just wearing ordinary armor.

"No, you are wrong," Gillianis denied the other party's judgment, "Although there are not many moon elves, there are definitely more than one."

"But the most famous one in this world is only that one, am I right?" Anastasia stared at Gillianis without any hesitation, "Not to mention that you are also a mage, just like her."

"Like whom? Gillianis Galanold?" Gillianis said calmly, "She is the shame of our entire clan. She died in the last battle, and even her body was devoured by the Fire Elemental Plane - thank the Goddess of Magic."

Seeing that Anastasia was still skeptical, Ron knew he had to come out to smooth things over. He summoned the Weaving Preface and made it float between himself and Gillianis.

"Anastrina, she can't possibly be who you think she is. Look, I got that person's spellbook, didn't I?"

“Look, if she were her, and if I took the initiative to push the preface to the weaving method back to its original owner, even if Gillianis could bear it, could the book bear it?”

In the mercenary's eyes, the weaving foreword pushed by Ron seemed to have intelligence, changing into a variety of different colors of arcane brilliance, as if resisting its master from handing it over to others. However, the actual situation was a little more complicated than this:
Preface to Weaving Magic: Ron was intent on returning to Gillianis's side, but it was Ron who was pulling him from behind and Gillianis who was pushing him outward, which made the brilliance on the spell book so diverse and changeable!
This is just bullying the spell book because it can't speak!

"Okay, maybe I am a little allergic, please forgive me." Anastasia, who had seen and heard everything, finally confirmed that the moon elf in front of her was not Gillianis, and apologized to her, "After all, that demon brought us too much harm."

An ordinary person would definitely make excuses for herself, but Gillianis nodded as if she was evaluating someone else: "Yes, she is the source of all the evils of the Hailan Empire. Her death is a blessing for the entire plane and even the entire multiverse. For the moon elves, we are also fortunate to have one less black sheep like this."

"I take it you've served in the military? The Resistance? Thank you so much!"

Gillianis's retreat made Anastasia feel a little embarrassed: "Actually, it's not as bad as you said. The main problem of the Hailan Empire lies with the Ryan family..." At that moment, the mercenary even began to admire the moon elf in front of him. As a powerful and rising Moon Elves, Gillianis Galanold was usually praised by the Moon Elves, even after the disintegration of the Hailan Empire.

But the moon elf in front of her had the guts to condemn her famous tribesman - perhaps this was the reason why she left her homeland and came to a place like Delusion Land.

Thinking of this, Anastasia's admiration for Gillianis increased a little more. She enthusiastically stepped forward and talked to her about the changes in the elves over the years, trying to make up for her previous recklessness. Gillianis went along with it, and the two elves who once fought on the battlefield actually looked like they had become friends.

"Thank goodness Aunt Anna is so bad at magic, otherwise you would have to use suggestion." Ivy muttered quietly so that the two elves walking in front of her would not hear.

"Let them solve their own problems," Ron turned to look at Exure, "Where is Rurik now? He said before that he could forge a new set of equipment for Ivy and the others."

"I'm not sure about that," Exuri scratched the ground with his claws. "I heard from them that the dwarves' shops have been closed recently. I don't know if they are not at home or..."

"Of course I am serving our beloved Lord!"

Just as Ron and his friends were about to enter Green Swamp Town, a deep voice sounded at the entrance of the town.

Rurik, the dwarf craftsman looked like he had just crawled out of a coal pile. His not-so-tidy apron was covered in grease and stains. He held a hammer in his hand, and his big beard and hair were tangled together, making him look extremely sloppy.

"Early this morning, my bellows sang the ballads of my hometown!" Although he looked unwell, Rurik was in good spirits. He shouted loudly, "As expected, today you have returned to your loyal territory!"

"I was just looking for you," Ron smiled and nodded at the dwarf, "How's business and work going lately?"

"I haven't done business for a long time. For your order!" Rurik bowed in return. "Thanks to you, I have already started to finish a set of full body armor and a tower shield!"

"As for the material..." Ivy interrupted. She still remembered the tower shield that was twisted into a knot by the vampire lord.

"Don't worry. Made of composite materials and with our dwarves' unique craftsmanship, you will never be disappointed!" Rurik waved the hammer in his hand. "This time it's real mithril equipment, and it's also compatible with magic. You can create whatever you want on it!"

"I bought the mithril ore from those bastards in hell. It's a bit expensive, but the quality is guaranteed!" The dwarf glanced at the strange elf walking away and lowered his voice, but he was still very proud. "Such good materials, plus my craftsmanship, plus the lord's enchantment and Miss Ivy's strength! I bet this set of equipment will definitely go down in history!"

(End of this chapter)