Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Driver thought for a moment and said, "There are two possibilities. One is that we got the front and back doors wrong. The one we came in through is the backyard, which leads to the truly dangerous place."

"They're trying to prevent anything from getting out."

"That's unlikely," Ron shook his head. "If it was to prevent things from running out, they shouldn't have made the door open inwards - isn't that a mental problem?"

"The body should also be outside the door instead of inside," Ivy added.

"That's another way," the goblin hunter said. "They were attacked by something before, and the situation was very bad, so they had to retreat to this tunnel and set traps. After all, traps are used to catch people off guard, and traps set in front of them will not work."

“But it didn’t end up being used.”

"Yes, it was not used and all rotted away," the goblin smacked his lips in a serious manner and continued to explore the road ahead. "Do you think that corpse was also a tough guy in the past, holding the gate to prevent the enemy from rushing in, and finally died of exhaustion - I saw that in the novels that Victoria read."

Victoria; "——When did you sneak into my room?!"

"I lost a lot of money gambling with the Kobolds, and I really have no money to spend," Driver stuck out his tongue, "Don't touch me, I warn you, this thing in my hand is dangerous-"

"Go to hell! You have nothing in your hand!" A left kick landed firmly on the goblin's butt, and he fell to the ground. Behind him, the priest shouted angrily, "When have you ever won a bet with a kobold? You still haven't paid me back the money you owed me!"

Driver is such a cunning guy, how could he really approach the trap after making such a suicidal statement?
"I obviously won the time I cheated!" The goblin got up and protested with his neck stiff, "Didn't I pay you back before?"

Victoria's face flashed with embarrassment - she had forgotten about it - but she quickly regained her composure: "Who knows if you have secretly taken my money before!"

"I only took it once!"

"Alright, alright, don't argue here - Driver, pay back what you owe when you get back," Ron had to step in to stop the unexpected argument, grabbing the goblin's pointed ears. "I'm not saying anything bad about you, but are you stupid? Even I've heard about that group of kobolds getting people drunk and cheating in the tavern, and you still want to gamble with them?"

"Why do you think you can win by cheating? Because people have always done this, understand?!"

Driver was caught in a critical position, and he stretched his neck and yelled, "I was drunk, wasn't I? I thought I had a big advantage—"

"I'll drink for you next time," Sera curled her lips, "I was wondering why the dog-headed people were so enthusiastic every time you went there, so this is what's going on."

"Alright, alright, Victoria, calm down. If you want to beat him up, go back and beat him up. I won't stop you."

The pardoned Driver was put in front again to break the traps. As everyone went deeper, everything seemed to be changing in the direction of the second guess. Although there was an extremely dense area of ​​traps in the middle, all the traps disappeared further back, as if the person who set them up suddenly realized that it was meaningless to do so, so he stopped.

After this passage, the whole area began to become complicated. Several passages branched off and extended downward, leaving only a few dark holes for everyone to see.

But this place is for the living to live in, not a tomb for the dead. There is a sign in the common language in front of each cave entrance, indicating where each passage leads to. But what makes Ron and others a little strange is that there are two lines of markings on each sign. The traces of beautiful cursive characters on the top have been scratched off with a sharp tool, and another set of markings have been written below with paint. "This... is it used to confuse people?" Sera tilted her head, "This can't even fool me, it should be more rigorous - even if the original words are scraped clean!"

"No, this is not to confuse people," Ron waved his hand. "Remember what the spirit servant said before? 'During the period of logout, the 'House of Embers' was iterated three times, and the locations of various areas have been changed.' I'm afraid this is the so-called changed area from now on."

"But if it happened three times, then there should be three groups, or at least two groups of crossed-out words here," Sylvia said. "It can't be like Sera said, that the first time it was scratched clean, right?"

"That's impossible, Sylvia. Even if you use magic or divine arts, there will be some traces left on it." Ron cast a detection spell on the sign in front of him that first read "Residential Area" and then changed to "Storage Area".

"Look, there is indeed only one trace of modification here."

Victoria walked to another sign, on which the uncrossed line read "Residential Area". "Did you forget?"

"Forgetting once out of two iterations is understandable, but forgetting twice out of three, isn't that a bit too forgetful?" Ron narrowed his eyes and looked into the deep darkness in front of him. "I'm a little suspicious, maybe it's not just a simple 'forgetting to change', but maybe he simply forgot about the 'iteration' itself?"

"If there are still people alive here, my benefactor," the vampire frowned, "the spirit servants remember it very clearly."

"Be prepared for battle at any time," Ron had a bad feeling in his heart and ordered quickly, "I now doubt whether the first possibility mentioned by Driver is true."

"But the distribution pattern of those traps suggests that..."

"What if both happen at the same time?"

The goblin cursed. If that was really the case, then the people here were really unlucky.

As for the spirit servants - this kind of arcane servant does not necessarily have to be driven by a living master. Under the premise of preset tasks, as long as there is a device that can provide energy, they can keep running for a long time and even create the illusion that someone is alive.

Sylvia summoned the leader of the Nighthounds. This place could not support an entire pack of hounds hunting in a dispersed formation, but even so, the huge human-faced hound showed its value as soon as it appeared - it began to bark non-stop in the passage in one direction.

"What's going on?" Ron looked at the vampire, who immediately understood the perception of the Nighthound: "Benefactor, there is a living creature in that passage, and it left a scent a few days ago!"

"Are you sure what it is?"

This time, the Yeth Hound didn't use its owner's translation, but simply nudged Ron with its head - it was a human.

"Lead the way, chase after them!" (End of this chapter)