Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

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"Can I go with you?" Anastasia was alerted by what she heard and quickly moved closer to Gillianis. "My Lord, can I go with her?"

"I'm going to spy on her, I promise!"

"no!"

Ron and Gillianis said in unison, causing the elven mercenary to shrink his neck immediately: "No, then no, why are you shouting so loudly..."

"Aunt Anna, Ron didn't hire you just to cause trouble," Ivy said helplessly, "You have to come with us, otherwise there will be no one on our side who understands Fusarium."

"As for you," Ron looked into Gillianis's lake blue eyes, "I believe the whole thing has nothing to do with you, but I hope you won't make it relevant to you."

"No matter who the other party is, if you find him first, don't act on your own. Let me handle everything, okay?"

"As you command, my lord." The moon elf held the sword at his waist and remained silent. He stood in mid-air, bowed gracefully to Ron, turned around and left, and soon disappeared into the horizon.

"Do you really think she's not the mastermind behind this?" Sylvia looked at the direction where Gillianis left with some reluctance. "I always feel like something is wrong. Is there something wrong with my intuition?"

"Women's intuition?"

"Maybe it's just the intuition of the living dead," Victoria complained, "Ivy and I don't think there's anything wrong."

"I think it's okay too!" Sera quickly expressed her opinion.

"You don't use your brain, so where does your intuition come from?" Driver put his hands on his hips, and Baymax came out from his collar, squeaking in agreement.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with her, but I'm worried about the people related to her," Ron groaned for a moment, "Didn't you notice? Ever since she said those inexplicable words to Sera, she has been constantly tidying up her sword."

"Maybe she just has obsessive-compulsive disorder? After all, she's a researcher, so she's more or less susceptible to it." Although Sylvia also doubted Gillianice, it didn't stop her from putting forward other opinions.

"If that's the case, she should make an intelligent 'Sword Chant Belt' instead of having to use her hands to straighten it all the time," Ivy said, "just to keep the sword at the right level. Even Ron can make such a magical item, let alone her."

"So, you really suspect it's someone she knows? She keeps making unnecessary movements because she's nervous?" Anastasia looked at them curiously, "Could it be her old superior, Gillianis Galanold?"

As soon as he said this, the Elf Great Swordsman was shocked by himself: "Oh my God, that old witch! If it is really that old woman, will she be in danger?! We have to leave quickly!"

"Follow me, let me see the direction these mycelium are growing...we should go this way!"

Ron and his companions looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"How about we just tell her the truth?" Victoria grinned, not knowing what expression to make.

"Are you sure? She might go crazy if she's stimulated like this!" Ivy whispered to dissuade, "Old people like her can be very fragile mentally..." "Niece Ivy, what are you talking about?!" Anastasia's ears suddenly became active, but not completely pointed. "Although I'm older than your mother, I still have at least several hundred years to live, and I'm still far from being old!"

"Follow me, don't worry, I have experience!"

On the ground, the team of seven people acted quickly. Perhaps Anastasia's motivation for working so hard was a little biased, but fortunately the result was good. After confirming that there was no problem with the path she led, Ron and others boldly followed her pace.

All of this was seen by the great elven wizard hidden high in the sky.

"The upper and lower layers of Fusarium affect each other, causing the direction of the mycelium to deviate. The path-finding method of the Fusarium ruins is no longer effective..." The moon elf stared at the surface, her eyes lit up with the same light as her pupils, as if she could see through everything on the ground.

“If I hadn’t read the paper on this induction model, even I would have been led in the wrong direction.” Gillianis retracted her gaze, and her figure disappeared in an instant, then reappeared in the air one hundred and fifty meters away, and quickly escaped into the etheric plane.

This method of continuously traveling between the material plane and the etheric plane is neither efficient nor energy-saving, but it is the only way to penetrate the illusion and reach the destination directly. This is the "back door" left for her by someone when she was young.

"Is it you? After so many years?" Gillianis was worried. She found something strange after meeting the thorn beast. Too much thinking even made her take off her disguise. Now that she thought about it, the words she said to Ron and others before were simply typical "remnants of Hailan", but the moon elf could no longer care about that.

She desperately needed to meet that man and confirm his identity.

"Or is it someone lucky enough to have 'picked up' your legacy?"

As she left the etheric plane for the twelfth time, the empty wilderness in front of her suddenly changed. A clear lake, a quiet island, and an old wooden house were roughly and abruptly spliced ​​into the time and space where she was in delusion, like a projection of another world. The sword-singing lion armor on the moon elf's arm clanged, and the lion's eyes lit up with dazzling red light. The hair woven from metal around it actually expanded, ready for battle!
You know, even when facing the Death Knight, this set of Lion Armor did not express itself so proactively!
"Hush, be quiet." Gillianis canceled the arcane transfer, stepped on the edge of the island, and looked cautiously at the half-open door of the wooden house.

It was quiet, and it seemed that there were no living creatures here. But Gillianis knew that there were definitely people here.

But she didn't speak first, she just stood there quietly, motionless.

Time passed by minute by minute. When Gillianis counted to 512 in her heart, there was finally movement in the wooden house: "It feels so familiar. Is it an old friend who came to see me?"

The voice was a male's, but due to the speaker's advanced age, it had become shrill and slightly hoarse, with some tones mixed with a whistling sound.

This is a sign of massive tooth loss.

"You still speak the same tone." Hearing this voice, Gillianis seemed to be relieved, but also seemed to become nervous. Or, she herself had not figured out how to face the other party. "Even the waiting time has not changed."

"When you get old, you don't want to change." The door of the wooden house was creaked open from the inside, and a hunched creature that looked about the same height as a goblin walked out tremblingly.

Gillianis just glanced at him and let out a scream that had never been heard in hundreds of years from the Empire's Chief Mage!
"Teacher?! How could you--this is impossible, this is a mistake!"

(End of this chapter)