Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"Can you change your name?" Ron got PTSD whenever he heard the word "Lord". "I'm having trouble with some cultists right now, and they keep calling me Lord. Sigh..."

It's really upsetting that cultists from all over the world have come here to join in the fun in Delusion Land.

"Sorry, I mean the goddess," Masarino smiled. "Creatures like cultists are always inextricable, aren't they? Fortunately, you have the gods watching over you now, so it shouldn't be a problem..."

"The gods have blessed us, but for some reason, they are completely useless when we need them," Ron told the planeswalker about what he and his party had just experienced. "That was a silver dragon, and it could also perform magic. I figured that there should be a way that could work for it, right?"

"The gods have their own considerations, Mr. Ron," Masarino listened carefully to Ron's slightly complaining story, and finally said solemnly, "Please believe them, they will not abandon this place."

"But speaking of cultists..." The wizard, who already looked younger than Ron, stopped stroking his beard and patted his hair instead. "Do they all have bald heads and tattoos on them?"

"How do you know?!" Ron's expression suddenly changed, "Where have you seen them? People with such characteristics are their middle and high-level members!"

"I see!" The planeswalker showed a look of understanding. "It seems that my visit this time is also the will of the gods. Look at this, could it be the enemy you have seen before?"

A projection of a slender and charming woman appeared in Masalino's hand, with a bald head and a black dragon tattoo. The only difference was that she was dressed boldly and full of "primitive feeling". The projection of the planeswalker was very clear, and Ron could even see some tiny scales on her arms.

As his gaze moved slightly, Ron's eyes suddenly focused: on a finger of the female projection, Ron saw a familiar ornament - it was a luxurious ring.

"I haven't seen this woman, but this," Ron nodded at the projection, reaching out to take out two rings and showing them to Marsalino, "I have collected two, so there should be four in total."

Ron's words were irrelevant. Massarino immediately regretted it and slapped his head. "Oh! Oh! I should have been more careful! That woman showed up in the lobby of the trading post and tried to seduce me. I should have tricked her into giving me the ring! What a pity, what a pity!"

"Even though you are a handsome man now, the ring is very important to them. It may not be easy to trick them into giving it to you," Ron said with a slight smile. "You said she appeared at the trading post before? Is she still there now?"

This depends on how the planeswalker came to Green Swamp Town. If it was a space teleportation, the bishop would most likely be unable to escape.

But unfortunately, Marsarino shook his head with regret: "I'm afraid I can't catch up. I walked all the way here slowly and stayed in the village under your rule for two nights..."

"But I still managed to get some information out of her: she said her name was Catherine - well, just ignore what I said."

Although ordinary people would not choose this name, even so it is still irresistible to its charm - the number of girls with this name is probably second only to Anna Mary Jane...

But Masarino was not completely without gain, at least he got a clear image of the other party, with which Ron and his team had the capital to track the other party. Knowing the name only further improved the success rate and accuracy of the entire spell.

Suddenly, they got a clue about the last funeral bishop. Not only Ron, but even the planeswalkers could not sit still. They immediately rushed to Gillianis's research institute to prepare the venue and start casting spells. The moon elf and Masarino were not familiar with each other, but she saw the image in the other's hand and immediately understood what the two were going to do, so she did not stop them, but just stood aside and watched them cast spells.

Ron's magician came from Gillianis, while Marsarino had other ways of learning. With the knowledge of both sides complementing each other, a spell more sophisticated than conventional arcane was activated. The illusory light passed through the roof and went straight into the sky, rushing straight towards a target in the distance.

Become!

Ron's heart was shaken, and he quickly stabilized the magic of the arcane. Although the spells they optimized were more effective, the requirements were also raised. No mistakes were allowed at this time!

The target gradually became clear in Ron's eyes, and its coordinates were also revealed. However, Ron noticed that there seemed to be some interference around the other party, making it impossible to achieve a completely accurate result.

Another funeral bishop?

This kind of encounter of killing two birds with one stone and drawing two yellow cards cheered up Ron, and he readjusted his spell to try to sense another existence. However, just when the figure that was very similar to the spirit captured by Gillianis before was about to appear in Ron's mind, a cold snort suddenly exploded in his spiritual world!
boom!
"Sir Ron!" Marsarino noticed something was wrong at the first moment and rushed to rescue him, but even so, Ron turned pale and fell backwards to the ground.

"Is this a counterattack?" Gillianis frowned slightly. "The last bishop turned out to be a good spellcaster?"

Ron was panting on the ground, and it took him a while to recover, but his face was still ugly: "No, it's not that bishop, it's someone else."

He tried hard to recall everything that had just happened. That cold snort was only the result, not the process. It meant that all the information he had seen was erased. And before that...

Ron subconsciously took out a gold coin and fiddled with it unconsciously in his hand. He didn't even notice that the coin had two human figures, that is, it had two obverse sides.

From the known to the known... Suddenly, Ron's mind became clear, and some forgotten memories appeared in his mind as if they were recalled by chance, rolling like clouds.

In the mist, two bald figures, a man and a woman, became clearer. One of them was the female bishop they were looking for, and the other was the cultist that Quest had seen.

Around them, some tall figures shrouded in dark shadows surrounded them silently, until the next moment, one of the creatures suddenly lifted his hood and snorted coldly!
At the same time, huge, snow-white crow wings seemed to cover the sun, moon, and stars, and were stuck on Ron's face - or memory!

The hooded being had a face as haggard as a death, pale and weak, just like... Yelena, except that this person's face was covered with patterns like the veins of leaves.

A Shadow Spirit! (End of this Chapter)