Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

“I want to know the principle.”

Ron looked at the villagers and demons who seemed to have made some kind of resolution: "You are already very weak. I remember that you filthy demons should be good at changing people's minds. Can this power really take revenge on that dragon lich?"

"My talent is not good enough, but there is another way." The Filthy Demon looked at Ron, and then at the few remaining villagers around him. "My Lord, you should know that gold and silver coins are not circulated in either the Abyss or Purgatory, right?"

"Soul coin, I know," Ron nodded, "Are you planning to..."

"If their 'master' really wants to have that kind of godhood as they say, before that, it must have some 'accumulation' to show that it has such a tendency." The foul demon said, sticking out its tongue and piercing the ear of a villager nearby. She moved very slowly, but the latter still did not resist at all, and did not seem to experience any pain.

"That's why it needs to send people to 'clean up' us. What I can do is to prevent it from getting these 'accumulations'," the Filthy Devil paused, "It shouldn't be able to go to hell to look for them, right?"

"It escaped from Hell," Ron replied, "and even if it could go to Hell, it wouldn't be easy for it to go to the sixth level to collect debts - you're loyal to that Gracia."

"I think so too."

"Well, since there is a being that wants them to die, and they are destined to die, why can't I do it?"

No one tried to stop this demon that no longer belonged to the Chaos Camp. The whole village was quiet, with only the sound of coin-like objects falling to the ground. As the last villager accepted all this in silence, a vortex of flames slowly opened in the air.

A mount that did not belong to the real world poked its head out from behind the portal, and above the nightmare, a familiar woman sat there, looking down at the foul demon in front of her.

"…Your Majesty," the filth demon's wings flapped restlessly, it raised its head, and then lowered it deeply. "I am glad to see that you are still healthy."

“I don’t think I’m in good health, especially after being torn apart by five horses,” Queen Faramar said slowly, speaking Infernal rather than Common. “I’ve heard about what you’ve done, but even so, I’m still surprised.”

"Do you think what you have done over the past few centuries can atone for your sins?"

"Your Majesty, I dare..."

"Okay," a word jumped out of Queen Falama's mouth, interrupting all the explanations of the Filthy Demon, "Don't call me Your Majesty anymore. There is no such thing as the Kingdom of Falama anymore. I only serve Her Highness Gracia now, and you should do the same."

The nightmare horse under the knight seemed very dissatisfied with this, but the knight just raised his fist and punched the horse's head that was burning with flames.

"Sorry, I just tamed it not long ago. Please forgive me." Falama turned to look at Ron, "Long time no see, Lord."

"Long time no see," Ron nodded, "Did the Grand Duke ask you to come?"

"Yes, but the original plan was for me, the last queen, to end their lives and burn down the last traces of this place," Faramar said slowly, "I didn't expect Datinas to accomplish this first."

"Perhaps you have long ceased to care about your past identity, but in my opinion, you should not let your hands be stained with the blood of your people again." said the Filthy Demon.

"Please don't say such hypocritical words. I'm not interested in hearing even one more word." Farama glanced at the other person.

"Then let's do this, Datinas, follow me and take those soul coins. They are not perfect now and must be sent to Grand Duke Mammon for processing before they can be used normally. In the next period of time, you will act with me - don't try the same tricks as before, His Highness did not forbid me to kill you." "Yes, sir," the Filthy Demon lowered his head, "Sir Ron, thank you and your subordinates for your righteous action, I think we will meet again."

"To me, dealing with the devil is only slightly better than dealing with the devil," Ron shook his head, "We'd better not meet again."

"As for you, Faramar, are you here just to take away your former subordinates and old traitors?"

"You seem to have some expectations of me?" Faramar pulled the reins, and the front half of Nightmare's body retreated from the teleportation array.

"Your Grand Duke, and your colleague named Khaoga, I feel they owe me an explanation."

"That's what you think," Faramar shook his head. "Khaoga asked me to say 'sorry' to you, but I think it is neither necessary nor meaningful. After all, you have rejected several opportunities to be recruited, which means you will not become one of us... I'm sorry."

Farama stopped and tilted her head, as if listening to some instructions.

"Has your Archduke issued an order?" Ron asked.

"Yes, Her Highness said that what happened before was a misunderstanding. She suspected that you were under the influence of a lich."

"Gone?"

"The Grand Duke has been very tolerant of you, Your Excellency, please do not push your luck..." Farama paused again, her expression becoming strange. Before Ron was about to ask another question, she actually turned aside and saluted.

"Her Highness Gracia is willing to make amends for the previous 'reckless attempt'. There are too many civilizations coming and going on Earth, and what you saw is only a part of them, not even half of them."

"Your Highness is willing to provide you with the ruins of a kingdom that has almost no trace left on the surface. That kingdom once had a glorious and short past, and even nearly exposed the lich's conspiracy. You and your team should be able to find a lot of clues there."

"Good luck."

As he spoke, the devil riding on the nightmare threw a scroll towards Ron, which marked the location of a relic.

"She used me, but I have no complaints about that." Ron did not open the scroll, but looked at the other party. "Then she deceived me, and then began to influence and restrict me, and even took the initiative to attack people around me and fund my opponents. Do you think I can believe this information?"

"Whether you believe it or not is your problem," Faramar shook his head. "I am only responsible for delivering the message. I don't care about anything else."

"I guess so. You must have been completely transformed into a real devil." Ron nodded. "How about one last question?"

"please say."

"That dragon lich left marks on these people, and what about you? I'm curious about your body. Did you also have similar marks on your body when you were sealed and unable to die?" (End of this chapter)