Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

“It’s puzzling.”

“It’s puzzling.”

"It's really confusing, Buckman," the Dark Weaver glanced at his two companions, then turned his gaze back to the cultist, "You say that everything is meaningless, but you expect to enjoy the blessing alone - what's the point of that?"

Buckman did not answer. He knew that no matter how he explained this, it would not work. It would be better to leave it at that. He just wanted to use the power of these shadow spirits. The missionary work would naturally be done by the lower-level "Ashes Priests".

Although those priests were lower in rank than him, they were the mouthpieces of their masters outside the Delusion Land—they were able to publicize their masters’ existence without revealing relevant information. However, at his level, once he continued to do these things, it would be easy to reveal the details of his master.

This is unacceptable at this stage.

"Well, if you have no objection, please wait here for a while." Buckman stood up and turned around to disappear into the darkness. "I will inform you when there is a result."

"Just be patient, this process won't take long."

"What if the 'God's Side' you mentioned also has his own plans and forcibly recruits you?" Dark Weaver suddenly asked, "According to what you said, you should obey his orders, right?"

"Don't worry about the details. I will find a way to align our goals." Buckman waved his hand back. "Now I have more important things to do. Goodbye."

"This friend of yours doesn't seem very trustworthy."

When Buckman's aura completely disappeared, one of the Shadow Spirit twins spoke up, "Perhaps we should not cooperate with him, but should directly find the current lord of Delusion Land."

"If the information sent back by the soul merchants is not too biased, the current relationship between the lord and Purgatory is not very good. If we help, we may be able to get Yelena back from him directly."

"We have had friction with each other before, compatriot," said the Dark Weaver indifferently, "and you should separate public and private matters more clearly. Just like Buckman and I, although we have completely different goals, this does not prevent us from having similar aesthetics in the art of torture and becoming friends because of it."

"The lord may have had a disagreement with Purgatory because of something, but this will not affect his personal relationship with Yelena - otherwise she would have been kicked out long ago. It would be more like walking into a trap for us to come here to ask for it."

"Then we-"

"Just wait. No matter what the result is, we can always wait for the opportunity, right? We can always wait for the opportunity."

"……Yes."

……

"Unfortunately, we can't provide you with more clues." In the church, the morning sunlight shone through the window into a room on the side, where several former members of the Grazzite Order were sitting, answering Ron's questions.

Subjectively, they had no intention of harming the land of delusion, and objectively, they no longer had the ability to do so. Therefore, considering their current physical condition, Ron allowed them to answer questions while lying or sitting.

Beside him, a spirit imprisoned in a special magical device was tumbling up and down, constantly hitting the barriers of the device in an attempt to break free. However, this was a prop made by Gillianis, and it was impossible for a mere incomplete "shadow" to escape.

"So, the Gray Ruins Dragon Society will use violence to enslave other cultists to work for them, and people like you will never be able to learn more information." Ron rubbed his brow, feeling a headache.

"We are very sorry, sir..." Suhoru said with a wry smile, "In fact, we knew the title of 'Corpse Collector' together with you. Before that, we didn't dare to ask for any relevant clues. As for whether what was said in the letter was true or false, we have no way of knowing."

"It would be great if we could give you a heads up." Larissa - this woman has regained some ability to speak under treatment, but at this moment her pronunciation is still a little unclear.

"This is not your fault," Bunny said softly, "The other party is a more extreme villain than you, and you have no choice."

"But fortunately, we now have another clue." Sylvia's eyes fell on the spirit, which immediately noticed and reacted, constantly making various gestures and mouthing to the vampire. "Is there really no way to interrogate it directly?"

Even if you can't hear the sound of this thing, you can tell from the action that it is definitely not a good word - but it is meaningless, just a simple insult from a prisoner. Neither the dhampir nor the others can feel anything about it.

"He escaped very quickly last night," Gillianis shook her head slightly, "I only caught a part of him that was stretched out, and I was not able to capture the whole thing."

Both Gillianis are her real self, so there is no such assumption as "If it was her real self that things would have been different." The frenzy of this spirit is just a superficial phenomenon, and the person behind it must be more cautious.

"The body that was left behind has also been through multiple layers of special processing. If we have more time, we should be able to extract some fragments of memory. But in theory, this would only be the victim's final memory, which is not very helpful for our current problem."

"The other party is a half-baked monk who has gone astray. He revealed the name of 'Valson Monastery', but it may be difficult to find clues from this aspect." Quest was also wrapped in several circles of bandages. Last night's fight was not easy for him. "But in addition to this, Yelena met with her people again. This may be a breakthrough."

"They should be together. Both sides are very familiar with each other and have experience in cooperation. The relationship between them should be different from what these people have experienced." Yelena frowned slightly, "But... you also know that I don't get along well with my compatriots, so I'm afraid I can't get anything from them."

"Perhaps we can only strengthen our vigilance to prevent them from sneaking in again."

"It looks like the clues are broken," Ron sighed, "Do we have no other options besides 'enhance our vigilance'?"

He walked up to the spirit, and while it was expressing its opinions with gestures and mouth shapes, he carefully looked at the only captive who might hold a clue. The spirit was incomplete, even its head was incomplete, and the upper part of its face was wrapped in rolling black mist.

Black fog? (End of this chapter)