Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 397: Castle in the Moonlight
Of course, it was impossible for a half-elf warrior not to know how to wear armor, but controlling so many parts with the mind was another matter. Even with Ron's help, Ivy would probably need some time to get familiar with it before she could really use it like an arm.

"In fact, I have only completed part of this enchantment," Ron sighed as he watched Ivy reassemble the full body armor. "But at the moment, my strength is still lacking. If I continue, it may be counterproductive."

"It's okay, it's great!" Ivy raised her hand and tapped the tower shield, signaling Sylvia to help her test it. When the latter summoned a ball of fire to hit the tower shield, the flames scattered and disappeared, and the surface of the shield was as smooth as a mirror, without leaving any traces.

"This is the best equipment I have ever used, no, the best equipment I have ever seen!"

"As long as you like it." Ron scratched his head and did not continue to share his experience. According to the previous model, with a little inspiration, this shield should be even more powerful, not to mention the full body armor, but Ron also left some interfaces on it, so that when the time is right, he can continue to complete his work at any time.

After the affairs here are concluded, there will naturally be a whole night of banquets and parties. The long journey and sleeping in the open air can temper people's will but also be extremely exhausting. Therefore, whenever the work is concluded, such a banquet is an indispensable part.

At the banquet, Ron raised his glass and toasted everyone for the nth time. He was not a good drinker, but that did not stop him from pouring wine for others. His companions, especially Sera and Driver, enjoyed the process very much. After letting the goblin hunter drink again, Ron seemed to have a feeling. He looked up outside the tavern. On the dark street, a vague figure stood on the street, as if waving to him.

This is New Green Swamp Town, Ron's own territory, there is nothing to be afraid of.

"You guys continue, I'll be back soon." Ron put down his wine glass, and a flash of arcane light made him sober. The wizard raised his feet, walked past the equally drunk ogre waiters, and walked out.

"Burp! Hey, Ron! Where are you going? Come back soon!" Driver burped and wanted to follow him out, but the goblin, who was already extremely drunk, only took two steps before his left and right feet began to fight each other. The hunter who was tripped by himself was soon dragged back to the table by Sera.

Others did notice it, but after seeing who was coming, they all lowered their heads and stopped paying attention to what was happening outside.

On the one hand, everyone was sure that this being would not do anything unfavorable to Ron, and on the other hand, if she really wanted to take action, no one present would be able to stop her.

Not even Gillianis.

The Moon Elf poured herself another glass of sherry, her eyes slightly narrowed, as if she was watching the movements outside unintentionally.

Anastasia's senses beside her seemed to be affected by the arcane, so that the mercenary who also had dark vision did not notice what was happening outside the tavern at all, and did not even notice that Ron had left the table.

The night wind blew through the door of the "Gagawaha" tavern, blowing away the smell of alcohol that Ron brought out of the house, and at the same time brought him another smell. The familiar smell clearly indicated that the visitor came from hell.

"Your Highness Gracia," Ron bowed slightly to show respect. After a few months, his etiquette was more thoughtful and standard than before. "Please forgive me for not knowing you would come, otherwise I would have kept a seat for you." After not seeing each other for a few months, the Grand Duke of Purgatory was still elegant and charming. She waved her hand gently as a return gift to Ron: "Forget about such polite words. I am not used to the wine brewed by the kobolds. But I am interested in trying the sherry in the hand of the moon elf."

"Then you..."

"Not here. This thing is a rare item in your place. I have a whole cabinet full of it at home." Gracia, or more accurately, her incarnation, chuckled. "But I didn't come to you today to discuss drinks with you."

"Now that you're out, would you like to walk with me?"

"It's my honor." Ron's words were not just a compliment. Being able to take a walk with the Devil Archduke after drinking was a treatment that not everyone could have.

Ron stretched out his hand and gently lifted the tip of Gracia's finger. A whirlwind mixed with fire and sulfur rose from the ground and quickly wrapped the two figures at the same time. When the whirlwind dissipated, Ron was surprised to find that he had appeared on the roof of a huge building.

This Gothic building looks... so familiar?
"If you ask me, you should move your family here," Gracia pulled her hand back and stood at the highest point of the Vampire Castle to admire the scenery under the moonlight. "Give that place to your subjects. This will highlight your authority and majesty as a lord. It's really shameful for you to mix with them like a peasant."

"And speaking of which, the earliest delusion land actually only referred to an area on this side of the mountain range. The areas outside were only included in the scope later."

"This place is too far away, and it's inconvenient to do anything here," Ron answered truthfully. Even if he lied, this person should be able to find the answer himself. "Besides, Sylvia inherited this castle. In theory, this should be her property."

"Will that half-blood have any objections to you moving in?" Gracia sneered. "Besides, in theory you can say anything, but in practice, as long as you want, you can be the owner of this place."

"Forget it. It's unlucky." Ron walked to the edge of the castle roof and looked at the two graves behind. "The last family who lived here didn't have a good ending."

"You are a guy who comes from a world with almost no magic, but you actually believe this." The Grand Duke smiled, and his beautiful face at that moment was like a night-blooming cereus blooming under the moon. "But you are right about this. This place is indeed not auspicious."

“Things from more than a thousand years ago have reappeared, and this time, they will become extremely powerful.”

"You mean..." Ron had a bad feeling in his heart. He knew that the Grand Duke would never come to chat with him just because he had nothing to do!
"Look for yourself," Gracia pointed into the distance, "Oh, by the way, I forgot that you humans don't have dark vision."

(End of this chapter)