Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

The artificially repaired corridor and stone door appeared in the depths of a rift valley that was supposed to be flat, and they looked intact. Such a scene could not help but arouse suspicion. But this was not a reason for Ron and others to retreat.

They have been to many suspicious places. Besides, how many places on this land that are related to the devil would not arouse suspicion?

"I just want to know if the people who built these are still living down there," Ivy tied the tower shield securely to her back to prevent it from affecting her movements when she fell. "If there really was a settlement here, it looks like the survivors of the 'ground rift' built a shelter down there."

"I just don't know when the changes here happened," Ron and Sylvia began to cast a spell. As long as they were well prepared, they would be able to deal with unexpected events. They had experienced many such things. "At least it shouldn't have happened during the Falama Kingdom period. There's no way Falama himself didn't know about such a big change in the terrain."

"From the traces sent back by the video, it can be inferred that at least someone has been taking care of it recently." Gillianis had already left the ground with both feet, floating lightly above the rift. "I will act with you - I can go down first and then teleport you here."

"I don't sense any magical barrier that prohibits teleportation here... huh?"

From the perspective of Ron and the others, the Moon Elf slowly fell down. However, before she completely disappeared from everyone's sight, Gillianis let out a light exclamation, and her whole body suddenly stopped in place, as if suspended in the air.

Gillianis went down again in disbelief. This time, she stepped more firmly on a transparent dome that was like a barrier. Under her feet, complex and exquisite magic patterns began to flow, preventing the archmage from continuing to explore downwards.

"Wow!" Driver exclaimed exaggeratedly, "You can make mistakes sometimes? Or fail? You're usually like a god!"

This is probably the impression that goblins usually have of Gillianis. After all, the gifts of nature can never see the heights that a wizard stands at, not to mention that he is a goblin - this is a double admiration on both the physical and magical levels.

Gillianis didn't pay much attention to the goblin's carelessness. She held her chin with one hand and looked down at the magic circle under her feet: "I see... That's interesting. Is it because of the spell that the countermeasure system is activated?"

“Can’t I use magic to get down?!” Sera’s face suddenly changed. She smacked her lips and looked at the chasm in front of her. “I’m not afraid of death, but I don’t want to commit suicide either. At such a high place, even a giant would probably fall and break bones.”

"Giants can probably cling to the cliffs on both sides and 'slide' down," Sylvia roughly gestured, "but they have to be like frost giants. The big foodie in our territory can't do that, he's a little short."

Just as the topic was gradually diverted, the scroll in Ron's hand suddenly flew up. The object, which was unknown how many years old, suddenly burned into ashes. The white flames shone on everyone except Gillianis. At the same time, a dull voice that sounded like a machine rang out from the valley:
"Identification approved. Number six - Wanderers, welcome home."

As if guided by the voice, a gap opened up in the barrier under Gillianis' feet, leaving only a part of the original magic circle around the moon elf. When Ron and others tried to step in, with the help of the Feather Fall Technique, they immediately fell lightly downwards, leaving Gillianis alone on top.

"Gilliannis, you--" Ron reached out his hand to help her, but the moon elf shook her head slightly and took a step back:
"You must have been recorded in that scroll, so you were able to enter. Now the scroll has been burned, so I can't enter."

With that, Gillianis simply left the sky above the rift valley and watched everyone slowly disappear into the depths. After a long while, she stretched out a hand and pressed down on the magic circle. As she expected, the barrier only shook slightly twice and then never fluctuated again.

"Sure enough, it's not the 'quota' or 'qualification', but being blocked..." The moon elf lowered her eyes, "If we force our way in, the entire rift will collapse - even if there are people down there, it definitely isn't their doing."

"Well, I'll just wait here. Even if there's any danger, I'll be able to detect it and take action immediately."

Gillianis did not choose to look for the person hiding behind the scenes to stop her. Since the other party could stop her with a barrier, the other party's strength was at least slightly stronger than hers. If a conflict really broke out, it would surely not be resolved peacefully. It would be better to maintain the status quo for the time being.

Regardless of Gillianis waiting above, Ron and the others were slowly falling to the bottom of the valley with the power of Feather Fall. As the props attached with Light Magic were lit up, everything around them became clear.

The mouse's perspective was naturally limited, and Ron and the others did not notice some details around them: the stone walls on both sides did have traces of artificial excavation, but the mouse did not see the whole picture. On the stone walls, there were traces of paint, but over the years, most of the paintings or writings that may have existed were eroded away, and only fragments of color blocks were presented in front of the few people.

"Something's not right," Ivy shook her head slightly, pointing to a relatively smooth wall on one side. "If it was caused by wind and rain, it would definitely not be such a smooth surface. In my opinion, it seems like someone deliberately peeled them off."

"Why not clear it all, but leave some fragments?" Victoria disagreed. "It looks like schizophrenia."

"If this is true, then the one who wants to erase these marks must be in a dominant position," Sylvia looked around, "This place is bigger than it looks from above. How long do you think it would take to polish the surrounding area into this state?"

"Maybe not alone?"

"So we're going to go in and face a bunch of psychopaths?" The dhampir gritted his teeth. "That's unfortunate—for us and for those guys."

While the others were speculating, Sera had already dragged the Grip of Blue Tide all the way to the stone door. The stone door also showed the same disordered feeling as the wall: the erased areas were relatively smooth and flat, while the broken areas that were not erased left elusive relief fragments.

But the barbarian didn't want to waste her brain thinking about this. She raised her fist and punched the stone door casually, asking: "How do you open this door? Push it or pull it——"

Sera was interrupted by a rumbling sound, and the barbarian stared in amazement at the stone door in front of him falling backwards like a corpse, raising large clouds of dust.

“…Ah, it’s open.” (End of this chapter)