Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

In the current delusion land, the safest people are the merchants who come and go. Although there were endless monsters here in the past and they have not been completely cleared up until today, at least they do not need to face other dangers.

But others might not be so lucky - including the orcs of the Broken Tooth Tribe and the four half-dead cultists.

With the help of the orc hunters, Larissa and Suholu were safely sent to the vampire's castle, and then transported to Green Swamp Town through the teleportation array there. Since Graz'zt's cult still had a bad reputation even if the two followers of the Gray Ruins Dragon Society were left out, Ron chose to come back at midnight so that even if there were patrolling militias and guys wandering around in the middle of the night, it would not cause too much noise.

The four wounded were immediately sent to the church, or to be more precise, to Grant.

"My Lord..." The former cultist who was awakened by a knock on the door in the middle of the night opened the door sleepily. However, the next moment, a strange and pungent smell of blood immediately rushed into his nostrils, mixed with the smell of alchemical potion and other indescribable smells, which made the man completely sober.

And when the poor woman carried by Sera raised her head, opened her tongueless mouth and looked at him in surprise, Ge Lan jumped back!

"Timora bless you! Larissa! How did you become like this?! Your tongue--"

Grant subconsciously looked at Ron in fear, but he soon realized how outrageous his idea was - the lords here had never used such torture to torture prisoners, and the sect he had "converted" to had no special achievements in verbal instigation, so there was no need to use such extreme methods.

There are many ways to silence a spellcaster while he is still alive, and cutting off the tongue is really the most troublesome one.

"Glenn, I'm so glad you're still alive," Suholu, who was carried by two strong orcs behind him, looked at his old friend and said in a low voice with a wry smile, "It's just that you..."

He didn't know what to say. The other party looked much simpler than before, but at the same time... a lot more "decent". Although he was reluctant to admit it, Suhoru had to describe his old friend's current mental state in this way.

"I have said goodbye to my dark past, Suhoru," after the initial surprise, Ge Lan obviously also saw the old friend behind him who had a broken leg for some reason, "I told you in the letter, but you didn't believe me and thought I was pretending."

"Do you believe it now?"

"Mr. Ron told us something on the way. Alas," Suholu was silent for a moment and sighed softly, "If only we could be like you, we wouldn't have to..."

"You don't want to go through the same thing as me." Thinking of those demons and the days when he lived there in ignorance, Grant shuddered. "Forget it, it looks like your life is not as easy as the letter said. Please come in. I will stabilize your injuries first. Bishop Bunny has rested. We will go to see her tomorrow morning."

In a church with a good environment, sufficient materials and experienced spellcasters, the recent limb mutilation is not an incurable injury. Instead, various infections and other complications caused by imbalance are more dangerous. The alchemical potions prepared for temporary travel are not omnipotent in terms of dosage and type. Victoria, who belongs to the twilight realm, has relatively limited power in treatment. Although Grant is not as strong as the priest of Helm, his action is also very necessary. Ron did not disturb the conversation between these reunited people. After handing the four cultists to Grant, he waved and led the others out. The church in the delusion land is not a lawless place. Even if they really want to drag their broken bodies to do some conspiracy, Ron will know it at the first time, so there is no need to worry.

There were only two guards on duty in the church at midnight. They bowed and said goodbye to Ron and the others who were leaving, and did not notice that a breeze "normally" blew in through the opening and closing of the church door and disappeared without a trace.

Among the few people in Delusion Land who are good at stealth, Seymour is responsible for daily training and does not have this skill, his disciple Carlos is still inexperienced, and Yelena has never been willing to approach the church...

But there is a monk who grew up in a monastery and doesn't have these problems. This place is like home to Questor - he even has a real room here.

If it weren't for the fact that his many years of spy career had made Quest unaccustomed to this quiet place, he would actually consider staying here for a few more days each week.

In the darkness, the monk's eyes glowed with a faint and soft light as he watched the five people talking in the room. Grant was busy treating and bandaging a group of acquaintances, while the cultists were both yearning for and afraid of the power that was full of friendliness and light.

They were unwilling to accept the favor of this divine magic, but the priest in front of them was their old friend; they wanted to help, but the energy of the abyss could only cause more trouble. Quest looked away after a while. In his opinion, these cultists could not be compared with those he had dealt with before. Whether it was the followers of Demogorgon, the priests of Baphrodite, or the undead servants of Orcus, they were much more deadly than these people.

How to describe it? Quest took out a note, thought for a moment, and then wrote on the note that would appear in front of Ron's case: They looked like a group of "stray dogs".

Or a hyena with a broken spine. Quest shook his head and did not add this slightly harsh remark.

The shapeshifter used its innate ability to read their completely defenseless surface thoughts. They were anxious, exhausted both physically and mentally, as if some monster was chasing them all the time. When they tried to fall asleep, the painful memories of the past would tear their sweet dreams apart and turn them into life-threatening nightmares.

Even though Grant tried to cast some calming spells on them after noticing this, he was unable to save their collapsing minds and emotions.

Quest remembered that they were still mentally stable when Ron brought them here just now, but it seemed that they were just holding on. After confirming that they were safe, they became even more vulnerable.

How could such a "cultist" be able to stir up trouble? Quest quietly stood up in the hiding place. A voice lingered in his ears, which made the monk alert and looked out the window.

Yelena's signal, someone sneaked in - could it be a coincidence? (End of this chapter)