Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

As the daylight spell disappeared, the fluorescence of the plants illuminated the dark space again. The barbarian, who had no dark vision, pressed her entire body against the glass and stared into the container with wide eyes. In just a few seconds, she "bounced" off the container like a spring that had just been compressed to the extreme!

“What the hell! This time it’s really a ghost!” The barbarian picked up the Canglan Grip with his backhand and was about to smash the container in front of him, “There’s actually a dried corpse inside!”

The rest of the people looked in the direction that Sera pointed. A few brave people like Ivy even tried other containers around them. Finally, they finally accepted the fact that:
Just as Sera said: each container contained a shriveled and dehydrated corpse - these were coffins!
"This is really too extravagant..." Victoria couldn't help but say, "Just these glasses alone must cost several gold coins each! How can there be all of them here?"

"And with the metal casing? I'm afraid it won't be too cheap, right?"

"A few gold coins is the price of ordinary glass," Gillianis said calmly. Her experiments required a lot of glass equipment, and she was familiar with the market. "One-way glass like this would probably cost more than a dozen or even dozens of gold coins."

"And you can't buy it with money. Not many craftsmen can make it."

The Moon Elf couldn't help but look at Ron: He actually recognized this kind of glass. Could it be that if he was born in this world, his origins could be determined?

"Eight, no, twenty-five to twenty-eight, just to be on the safe side," Jian Yong Shi Kai and himself certainly didn't need to establish any special mental connection, and he muttered at this moment, "Counting the families I have actually met, this is about the number."

"Speaking of which, have we seen a similar scene in your bedroom?" Ron turned to look at the vampire and asked again, "Your servants were lying in coffins, surrounding your bed. Is it similar to the scene now?"

"You're not hiding anything from us, are you?" Ron narrowed his eyes, making the Earl tremble with fear, "Have you actually been here?"

"No, no, I swear I have never been here, and I have never heard of such a secret room down there!" Count Richthofen swore, "I didn't get that ritual from here - no, I got it from here, but definitely not here!"

"It was that being, the one who made a deal with me! He was the one who taught me the ritual and other things!"

"Sir Ron, please take a step back and think about it. If I really learned it from here, why would I use some ordinary coffins to make up the numbers? I am also a spellcaster to some extent. I can't ignore such a big variable!"

The vampire pointed at the glass and metal on the cabins, and his meaning was very clear: first, he couldn't afford such expensive materials; second, he had no way to buy them; third, even if he found a substitute, he would have to choose materials like copper and iron, right?

After all, he is a nobleman. No matter how he fools around, it is not as perfunctory as he does. The only explanation is that he doesn't even know he needs these things.

Ron nodded, agreeing with his explanation: "In that case, there are two possibilities."

"Either that being itself belongs here, or at least learned some rituals from here, and taught it to you; or even these creatures were taught by him - which do you think is more likely?"

"If we only look at the time when the delusion was born, the latter possibility is more likely," the Elf Grand Wizard responded immediately, "but considering that the being is probably not omniscient and omnipotent yet, and is even far from that level, we cannot rule out the possibility that he later learned the rituals of these creatures and then passed them on to Mr. Richthofen."

"But whether in terms of scale or rigor, my Lord Earl is far inferior," Sylvia looked at the "coffins" in front of her, "If you can really replicate this ceremony, maybe you can rest in peace like them?" "Rest in peace..." The vampire listened and shook his head. With his current life form, it is impossible for him to rest in peace, but he can try to die a violent death.

"Can we open all these coffins and study how they died?" After confirming that there was no strange danger, Sera became bolder again. The tribal chief had no respect for the dead, so he proposed to everyone, "We have quite a few smart people here, maybe they can figure out something?"

"That's not difficult."

Several spellcasters looked at each other and agreed with Sera's suggestion. Ron snapped his fingers and used the tiny flame on his fingertips to carefully burn away the vegetation near a cabin. "From the outside, even if it is a coffin, it should not be an ordinary coffin. I am more inclined to believe that it is controlled by some kind of mechanism."

"The metal walls are not rusted, and the mechanism should not be damaged too badly. As long as we find the mechanism, we should be able to open it."

"What if we don't find the mechanism, or it breaks down?" Sera kept asking.

Ron's eyes fell on the greatsword in her hand. The barbarian was stunned at first, and then he suddenly realized: "Oh! So you have to consider using brute force too!"

"In that case, why not just do it?"

"It would be best if it could be opened normally without damaging the inside," Ron reached out and touched the bare shell of the cabin, feeling the direction of the flow of magical energy in the patterns on it. "The inside is all destroyed, so it all depends on fate as to what can be found out."

"Oh, I found it. Here it is."

When Ron's fingers touched the side and rear of the cabin, a slightly raised square cover cheered him up; "Okay, you don't have to smash it open. Let's see who is lying in here!"

Accompanied by a faint sound of the airlock being released, when Ron pressed the button under the square cover, the one-way transparent glass and the surrounding metal shell flipped up, revealing the true face of the deceased inside.

Several heads immediately gathered together, everyone wanted to see who was lying inside, but the result seemed to be different from what they imagined.

The creature inside was indeed a mummy. The loss of water made its grayish-white skin wrinkled, and cracks appeared in some tight places. However, Ron felt something was wrong no matter how he looked at it: based on his familiarity with human and animal tissues, it didn't seem like a mummy of a humanoid creature. The outer layer looked more like... a shell?
Zerg? But the face shape and limbs are close to humans. Ron thought that if there was no special reason, the Zerg would not deliberately abandon their three pairs of legs and only keep two pairs when they turned into humanoid creatures - it didn't make sense.

Just when everyone was confused, Anastasia's voice suddenly rang out:

"Do you think this thing looks like the spore people outside?" (End of this chapter)