Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 423 Handshake
The rest of the people who were in a state of time standstill could not understand what happened in the past second. All they heard was a series of cracking sounds. Perhaps it was unexpected, or perhaps it was expected. Although Gillianis's fatal sword successfully hit her other self, before the opponent propped up the wall in time, it could not go any further except barely scratching her white neck. Instead, Silence was repelled and shattered into pieces. The magic aura quickly dissipated, and the long sword turned into a pool of discarded iron filings in an instant!

"No——!" The two old elves were stunned for a moment, and then they screamed in pain. They could accept that their swords were missing for centuries, but they could not accept that they were destroyed into powder in front of their own eyes!

Moreover, the culprit was their most proud and successful disciple!
"I'm sorry, teacher," Gilliannis apologized at the same time, but the two moon elves did not stop at all. The tremendous arcane energy under the mask surged again, and the seven-colored rainbow light intertwined into a wall in front of her. Although Gilliannis and the Sword and Lion Armor in her hand tried their best to break part of it, they still could not completely prevent the rainbow wall from taking effect. With a groan of pain, the moon elf flew backwards, and after smashing through several layers of the walls in the cave, it fell into darkness.

"It seems that you still haven't been able to disassemble all the spell models into your arm armor. Remember? This was also one of my previous subjects: adding additional effects to existing spells."

Gillianis slowly descended from the top of the cave. Unlike her other self, she preferred the solid feeling of having her feet on the ground. She turned around and faced Ron, whose expression kept changing. "Okay, my problem is solved. What about you?"

"I heard that you are the lord here, and you defeated that brat from the Ryan family?"

"Ron, if you would rather call me more simply," Ron lowered his shortbow slightly, but still maintained a guarded posture, "how is she?"

"Who knows? Maybe he's dead, or maybe he's just in a coma," Gillianis said nonchalantly. "Don't worry about that. I'll make the final confirmation later."

"I think you don't need to care so much about her life or death, right? After all, she is me. What she can provide to you, I can also give you. At the same time, because I am the 'more authentic' Gillianis, I can only give you more."

"Why don't we forget about that guy and discuss cooperation again?"

"I am flattered to be able to cooperate with a great wizard of your level, but why?" Ron frowned slightly. "The other Gillianis has her reasons, but the direction you choose seems to be different from hers."

"Of course, but I also need your help - I won't change my mind on this point." Having confirmed her uniqueness, Gillianis seemed to be in a good mood and patiently explained to Ron, "In my research, some principles have not been clarified so far, but according to the information I have obtained, there may be precedents in the Delusion Land. However, you may have already understood the rules of this muddy water of the Delusion Land: only by reaching a consensus with those behind-the-scenes gamers, or trying to get on the table yourself, can you really get in touch with the real deep secrets."

"I'm not cut out for this. Over the past few hundred years, I've confirmed that the Magic Queen and the like are not suitable for me. I need a collaborator."

The lake blue under the mask contained an unspeakable contempt, sweeping across the controlled vampire lord. The latter felt the strange gaze and couldn't help shrinking his neck and showing a sneer. "This guy, I thought he could also be a substitute, but unfortunately, he is just a loser, an abandoned child," Gillianis spread her hands slightly towards Ron, "and you are the lord of the Delusion Land now, you should be able to help me. And in return - I don't think I need to elaborate on what I can do?"

"Jane, let me remind you that blindly pursuing power will lead you to an irretrievable situation!" The old elf stood up tremblingly and looked at Gillianis seriously. "The land we occupy is the territory of the former rulers. You certainly know what happened to them!"

"Of course," Gillianis' expression didn't change at all. "So I'm not going to do the same as them and borrow power from some existence. It's better to hold this kind of thing in my own hands."

"Mr. Ron, what do you think? I have no interest in your rule, but we have the same goal. If you lose a helper like me, it will not be easy for you to win in a complete conspiracy, right?"

Ron seemed to be lost in thought. After a while, he nodded slightly, put down his weapon, and walked towards Gillianis. "You are right. We can indeed reach a consensus on this."

The young lord leaned forward a little, one step away from the other, and it seemed that he had given up his fantasy about the other Gillianis. The moon elf was very satisfied with this result, and she stretched out her hand, waiting for Ron to shake hands with her according to etiquette.

This lord did not seem to be a complete and rough person of refugee origin as the vampire count said. His manners were in accordance with etiquette, which made Gillianis feel better. But then, this human did not let go of her hand, but suddenly reached forward and grabbed her wrist!
"What are you doing!" The Moon Elf was startled, and then she scolded unhappily, "Did I get along with you like this before?!"

This shouldn't be the case! The only difference between her and him should be their philosophy. How could there be differences in their lives as well? And -

Gillianice tried to pull her arm back, but Ron's right hand held her tightly like an iron clamp, and the terrifying grip made her bones ache!
"Let go! I command you!"

Ron slowly raised his head and looked directly at Gillianis. The moon elf was somewhat surprised to find that this human's eyes were dancing with bright blue-green light. "Excuse me, Mr. Chief Archmage, this is my territory, you can't order me around!"

The moon elf tried to cast a spell to get rid of Ron's control. However, in front of Ron who was in the close combat state, her movements were no different from those in the time stop state. Her other hand quickly interrupted Gillianis's one-handed spellcasting. Before she could feel the severe pain from the end of her limbs, Ron's head slammed up like a battering ram and hit her tall nose hard!

(End of this chapter)