Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Previously, above the rift, the burning of the scroll caused the access control here to react, and it was probably that it woke this person up from his dazed state.

However, he did not make any special reaction. Even though he had seen outsiders enter with his own eyes, his response was just to go back here and seal himself off again.

"Can we wake him up?" Sera asked curiously, "He can be pulled out of this state by external forces."

The barbarian's rage is the opposite of this, but it is basically the same. When external changes affect oneself, the original state will be broken.

Ron didn't answer, he was trying, but with little success.

Whether it was emitting light or heat, or shouting loudly or even taking action directly, the other party seemed to be determined to remain in chaos and confusion, without any reaction at all, and it looked like...

"Is this guy pretending?" Ivy curiously poked the pair of dirty ribs covered with only a layer of skin, but this only made the man utter a series of meaningless shouts. He tried his best to dodge but was unwilling to leave his chair.

"It doesn't seem like he's pretending. It's more like the spell he cast this time was too strong, causing him to be extremely slow to respond to outside interference," Ron sighed. This kind of situation happened frequently, both in the past and in this world, but this was the first time he saw it with his own eyes. "I'll try another way."

He took out the piece of metal and shook it in front of the other person's dilated pupils: "Hey, are you still awake? Come back to your senses!"

"We are 'Drifters' and we are home!"

"drift……"

The mouth that had been drooling for who knows when suddenly opened and closed, responding subconsciously to the word.

"Ron, it's healed!" Sera was shocked, "You still have this skill?!"

There is no alchemical medicine or plant tincture, but only a piece of metal to cure it?

"It's just a matter of giving him a little stimulation to wake him up on his own," Ron shook his head. "I don't have that much ability. If he doesn't want to wake up, no one can do anything."

"But being logical is an innate tendency of an intelligent creature. Some philosophers say that man is a thinking reed, but who really wants to be a reed?"

As he spoke, Ron noticed that his cloudy eyes seemed to have a little clarity. At the same time, a series of unclear noises appeared in his throat.

"Victoria, bring some water and dry food." Ron reached back and a water bag was immediately delivered. "It looks like he has woken up."

"You are... drifters?" The man squatting on the high stool with his legs hugged had fully awakened at this moment. He widened his eyes and looked at everyone in disbelief, especially at Ron in front of him, "But, but the entire 'Ember Shelter' has fallen. Where are you from?"

"It seems that you still remember a lot of things. Eat something first." Ron nodded, but he was not in a hurry to ask. He just handed the food over. "You look very bad."

"Oh no? Yeah... mmm." The disheveled man first drank half a bag of water, and then began to eat the food. To be on the safe side, Ron did not give him too much food, which made him suck his fingers greedily after finishing what he had in hand, staring at the remaining food in Ron's hand.

"You're not in the right condition right now... Never mind, do you want to eat?" Looking at the pair of green eyes, Ron gave up explaining the principle to the other party and just shook the remaining food in his hand, "Tell us about the situation here, and then I'll let you eat enough." "Okay, okay!" The man nodded repeatedly. He turned his head and looked around at the chairs with corpses lying around, and waved his hand suddenly, "Then you have to share some with them!"

"There's no one up there," Ivy couldn't help but remind him, "They've all..."

“You have to give them points!!!”

The man made a terrifying expression that could make gods and ghosts hate him, and roared loudly: "You have to give them food too!"

"Sure," Ron stopped Ivy from speaking again, "I have a lot of food here. If it's not enough, I can make more - Victoria?"

"No problem," the priest nodded, and as he stretched out his hand, he summoned divine magic, "The Heroes' Banquet can provide food for twelve people. Even if you haven't seen it, you must have heard of it."

"But the spell only lasts for an hour, so you have to answer the questions before I let you all eat together."

The man immediately showed a surprised expression: "Yes! Yes! That's great! Brothers and sisters, we are finally saved, finally saved!"

There would be no cheers around him to respond, and his brothers and sisters had only lived in his fantasy for at least decades.

"Returning wanderers, what do you want to know?"

"First, do you remember your name? Secondly, we want to know what a Drifter is," Ron shook the metal piece in his hand. "I don't know if you have any idea of ​​the time outside. The earliest batch of 'Drifters' may have died. We only came here because of a scroll and this."

The man half-opened his mouth, pretending to listen attentively, as if someone was reminding him in his ear: "Ah, of course, I'm Hoffman... or maybe Hardman, whatever. As for the drifter, the drifter is not protected by the shelter, and of course he will die due to his lifespan..."

"You are their descendants, and they didn't tell you anything?"

Hoffman seemed to have determined that Ron and the others were descendants of those who left this shelter. After all, the most unique Driver was not here. Whether half-elves or vampires, they could not be distinguished from humans in this environment.

"That's all you should know about what it is, or part of what it was."

"This is the access card, the identification area of ​​the access card," Hoffman muttered, "It seems like a long time has passed. It shouldn't have become like this..."

"Your elders didn't tell you anything? That's right, shelter, shelter. There is only one shelter left of the former kingdom. What's the point of coming back? After the natural disaster, the earth collapsed and the entire kingdom turned into ruins. The survivors can only hide in the rift valley after the disaster to prolong their lives. It's a good thing to be able to leave..."

"Why would you come back?"

"As for you, ah," Hoffman sighed and shook his head slowly, "Go, go, no matter what you have heard or guessed, just go. There is no treasure or secrets here. You are just a group of old stubborn people who don't want to die with the former kingdom." (End of this chapter)