Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 418 Double Assassination
"What's in your hand..." Following Gillianis's request, the two old elves focused their attention on Ron. When they saw the gray mist in Ron's hand, they all showed a look of extreme fear at the same time, "Isn't that the gray mist of the dead realm?!"

"Without a doubt, that is the symbol of His Excellency the Final Ruler," the spider elf nodded affirmatively. "The Final Ruler is also known as His Excellency the Hundred Changes. Could it be that you are?"

"No, I'm just a mortal," Ron's answer did not dispel the doubts of the two old elves, but he did not intend to continue explaining. He walked in front of the two people, waved his hand to disperse the gray fog, and took out a few bottles of alchemical potions from his alchemical backpack, "Come on, drink them."

"If that doesn't work, let our priest heal you two. After that, I still have some questions to ask you. Perhaps a complete and long-lived elf can answer these questions for me?"

"Complete? I refuse!"

The spider elf did not resist Ron's proposal. Instead, another old elf turned his head to the other side without further explanation: "Can't you control the gray fog? Very good, take me away! It's better than being mixed with a bunch of redundant data!"

"I was once the youngest senior scholar among the elves, I must remain truthful, accurate, profound and professional! How could I be mixed up with such mistakes?!"

"I don't mind being trapped with a fool," the spider elf said with a chuckle, "but what he said is not entirely wrong. In the days that followed, I did a lot of stupid, 'smart', ugly, and 'beautiful' things to survive. Jane, I am no longer worthy of owning that sword. I am unworthy of the motto on it."

"But I still want to live. I don't want to die. It's not easy to climb out of the grave. I don't want to lie back down so soon."

"Crawled out of the grave?" Gillianis looked at this half-spider, half-elf teacher. She did not find any characteristics or breath of undead creatures from him, so she decided to let the matter go for the time being.

"If that's the case, please tell me why." Gillianis looked at the old elf who would rather die than accept treatment and hesitated for a moment. "Teacher, I want to confirm again: did you really intend to kill me just now?"

"Of course, you must die. Sorry," the old elf looked into the disciple's eyes, but it was as if he was looking at another person. "If you were smart enough, you should have found that the dagger is a perfect match for you and can kill you in an instant, instead of stabbing into this stupid creature and failing to kill him for a long time."

"You talk as if you'd enjoy seeing me die." The spider elf sneered.

"In other words, this dagger is tailor-made for you," the old elf paused and continued, "She knows all your weaknesses and knows how to exploit them."

"Unfortunately, I was not strong enough, and with this variable messing around, I was unable to succeed - what a pity."

"So, someone hired or asked you to kill me?" Gillianis raised an eyebrow, and her mind automatically flipped through thick, dusty lists, and began to search one by one for those who had a grudge against her and who might still be alive.

She quickly gave up because there were too many and she wasn't sure which one it was. "Okay, but you should have a better chance, right?" The Elf Wizard asked the second question, "I once came to you alone. I was not prepared at all at that time. Why didn't you do it then?"

"A dagger of this structure, even if it is a disposable item, cannot be made in a short period of time. You already had it a few days ago, right?"

"This is very simple, because you were not prepared, and I was also unprepared," the old elf said, "Logically, you shouldn't have found me. I should have completely hidden behind the scenes until you confronted this idiot, and then appeared, and led you to my side with your mistaken 'familiarity' with me."

"But you... your strength is far beyond my comprehension. You actually found me first! Do you think I really have a chance to get to the front, take out the dagger, and stab you, even if it means stabbing you?"

"No." Gillianis's answer was simple and clear. Even a sneak attack could not succeed, let alone a head-on confrontation?
"One last question: Even if someone asked you, why would you agree? You are the teacher who really spent those years with me, why would you agree to kill me?"

Gillianis put this question at the end, because in her opinion, it was really insignificant. As her strength gradually recovered, she could deal with even the most difficult opponents at ease, not to mention those who only dared to play such tricks.

"Jane, now that things have come to this, you have asked this question, haven't you figured it out yet?" The spider elf behind Gillianis poured the last bit of alchemy potion into his mouth and stood up shakily. "Who do you think he will listen to?"

A flame-shaped dagger that was of the same model as the one used by the old elf just now, but slightly different, was taken out by the spider elf from somewhere, held high in his hand, and suddenly stabbed at the back of Gillianis' neck!

"Of course I listened to you!"

The spider elf felt the dagger fall into the air without any surprise. Gillianis appeared again in another location. Her lake-blue eyes swept across the spider elf who had just deliberately spoken to her to remind her, and the old elf who looked at the old-fashioned version of herself with disappointment, and landed in the depths of the corridor where everyone had just come from.

Gillianth Galanold pressed down the lion head on her shoulder, and this magical prop immediately bit her palm. The blood of the moon elf flowed into the arm armor along the grooves, and the Sword Song Lion Armor immediately made bursts of clanging sounds, as if it had come alive!
"Form a formation—" Ron raised the short bow in his hand and reminded everyone loudly. Everyone, including the dumbfounded Anastria, gathered around Gillianis and formed a formation. Ron held a cloud-explosive arrow in his hand, and the last burst of disintegration magic danced at his fingertips. The gray mist was hidden in the cuffs, and no one could detect it.

As soon as the despicable mastermind shows up, he will deal a fatal blow to him!
However, with the sound of boot heels hitting the ground approaching, a moon elf, a moon elf wearing a blue-green dress with gold inlays and a light-colored ball mask decorated with gold, silver and feathers, slowly approached! A mixture of black and red blood mist was floating behind her, and the pale face of Count Richthofen could be vaguely seen.

Everyone looked at each other. The useless mask did not affect everyone's recognition of the moon elf's identity. However, the more this happened, the more an ominous feeling rose and grew in their hearts!
"Jillian...Nice?" Anastasia pronounced the name with difficulty and almost bit her tongue.

(End of this chapter)