Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"Will it still have time to regain consciousness?" It was hard for Ron not to be tempted by this - the other party seemed to have "lived" here for a while and might be able to reveal some useful information.

"I advise you not to count on it," Gillianis shook her head disapprovingly. "Some people have done experiments in this regard. In the fleeting minutes after feeding, Nosferatu can remember who they are. They know pride, their purpose, and the world beyond the shadows. They may even be temporarily persuaded to talk to other creatures."

"However, the unanimous conclusion reached by those who have spoken with Nosferatu is that they are selfish, duplicitous creatures whose memories have faded and whose basic respect for life has long since disappeared."

"They are caught in a narrow gap between monsters and 'humanoids', unable to completely abandon their past, but also unable to go back to the past."

“Maybe…” Sylvia gritted her teeth. “I think, maybe I can give it a try. It gives me a very, very familiar feeling, very familiar, like… we are connected by blood.”

"Could this be your long-lost biological father?" Driver's brain had apparently given up its right to censor the conversation. "He's in an even worse situation than you are."

Sylvia felt that she would never get used to this guy's mouth, so she kicked him in the midst of a hurry, then tried to pull out the dagger and cut a wound several centimeters long on her arm.

The Nosferatu was visibly agitated: it really wanted her blood.

"Just one thing. Tell us everything you know." The dhampir used magic to pull a small ball of dark blood plasma in front of the monster. "If you want more, you can exchange your life for it."

Victoria tried to help Sylvia stop the bleeding, but was stopped by Gillianis: "Nosferatu's vomiting blood will make the recipient's injuries irreparable. Save some spells."

They don't have to be too calculating with arcane spells, but Victoria is the only caster of divine spells.

Nosferatu seemed to understand Sylvia's words. It sucked the blood plasma into its stomach in one gulp and showed a satisfied expression. However, this barely pleasing appearance did not last long, and its face quickly distorted.

However, the direction of the distortion was still optimistic - it seemed to be changing towards being handsome. However, Ron and the others were already very familiar with that face.

"It's you!" Sera slapped her thigh, "Were you dragged here by that lich at that time?"

Nosferatu, or rather the vampire lord, had briefly regained consciousness and even memory. But he did not answer Sera, but showed an intoxicated expression, slowly savoring the taste just now.

"The taste of the bloodline... is so sweet. I didn't expect that I would taste it under such circumstances..."

"Sylvia, my dear, you--" His chant did not end before the dhampir hit him on the head with the stick he had once given to his daughter.

"You'd better hurry up. Your time is very precious. If you are so willing to reminisce, I can scatter your ashes in the graves of your wife and daughter." A trace of embarrassment flashed across the face of the former vampire count, and the lord of an even more distant period, but it soon disappeared, leaving only a heartless (stating the facts) smile: "Why are you so impatient? Friends, you can't defeat that existence. It is so powerful that even mortals can hardly predict its great power. No matter what period I am in, it seems that I can only get a glimpse of it and cannot face the whole picture."

"It's not that I intentionally concealed it, but I really don't know much."

"You're stalling for time," Ron frowned slightly. The other person's demeanor and expression looked very unnatural. This level of disguise was very different from when he was a vampire. "Are you hiding something?"

"Hidden? No, no," he said, and it would be only Nosferatu now, even when sober, "only a little regret at the inevitable tragedy - can you give me some more plasma, my dear Sylvia, and I will be happy to say more."

The answer came from the dhampir, who sang the first half of the spell: "You should know what daylight means to you - tell me what you know, and quickly."

The monster pursed its lips and said, "What do you want to know? What's the point? I was dragged here by one of its incarnations that day, and you can't do anything about it. This place is one of the victims of the same disease as our territory at some unknown time. I can't survive here. I can only lower my requirements more and more, even eating corpses that are no different from dust and dirt. But as you can see, I still became like this."

"I only know that this is its lair, but it's only the tip of the iceberg. It's just that the people here worship it until their death, so it's considered a special collection. Apart from this, there are other areas here, and of course there are other exits."

"I once heard some conversations in a dreamlike state, saying that this place would be one of several transfer stations. As long as one of them is activated, the hidden 'Fragments of the Past' will briefly reappear in the world and crush the scattered resistance... Ah, it seems that you have heard what you wanted."

"Just like those four rings." Ron and Gillianis looked at each other and saw each other's ugly expressions.

Those rings have self-correction and recovery mechanisms, and can replenish themselves when one of them is missing. The Lich's plan also has a similar mechanism!
Gillianis took out a crystal ball, which showed the scene around Green Swamp Town from a high tower - a gray-green giant dozens of meters tall was unilaterally beating the hill giant standing on their side outside the city!

That being seemed more "angry" than before, but it did not affect everyone's judgment: "Nuhawa! The giant king who wanted to plant plants on people!"

"It's him. Ah, I still remember him," Nosferatu sighed. "He's really powerful, isn't he?"

The abnormal blood color once again caught up with his remaining sanity. The polite smile soon turned into a foolish smile. The vampire count looked at Sylvia with some sadness: "My dear... it seems that this is the end of me. But there will still be traces of me in your blood. In the form of a gift, I will help you pass on the power of the vampire clan. Is this enough...?"

"I don't know. I'm not a good guy, nor a successful guy. I don't know..."

"Help me...hiss!" (End of this chapter)