Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Double Lion Crown?

"This is not..." Ron was a little dumbfounded. Just like Ivy once said, this should be the coat of arms of the short-lived Elf Empire, the Hailan Empire.

"But, how did it appear here? Could it be that Delusion Land was once part of the Hyland Empire?"

"Impossible," Ivy shook her head. "One hundred years may be a long time for humans, but for elves, it is just a fragment of a long life."

"The Delusion Land has never been truly occupied. There is no doubt about this, and the Hyland Empire is even less likely."

Ron expressed his confusion: "If that's the case, then why did they engrave the coat of arms here? Or is it the existing tomb and sarcophagus, the coat of arms engraved later?"

"...Why do you think they did this?"

"Uh, are you here for a trip?"

"Elves are not dwarves, they won't play such boring pranks," Ivy shook her head, "And you see, the erosion of time around this coat of arms and other parts of the sarcophagus are basically the same, indicating that the two are from the same period. product."

"That's probably related to that slate," Ron thought for a moment. "A Highland noble secretly buried himself in a dangerous unclaimed land. It sounds like he wants to guard some precious items. meaning.”

"A stone slab with missing parts? And let me remind you, not everyone was qualified to hold the Double Lion Crown at that time. Only the royal family members of the Hylan Empire could."

"If a member of the royal family is really needed and cannot be buried in the family cemetery, but has to travel a long distance to be buried here, then the value and power of the stone slab are far beyond our imagination."

"Perhaps this is the purpose of Mindatis' trip!" Ron clapped his hands suddenly, "Do you think he is a spiritual descendant of the Hyland Empire, dreaming of a big dream to revive the empire?"

"And his own abilities are obvious to all, so he needs to use some external resources, such as precious relics from the ancient empire——"

"It's very possible, and he may not even be a spiritual descendant," Ivy's expression became serious. "He may be the remnant of the Hailan Empire!"

"We have to stop him, Ron! We must not let this guy's conspiracy succeed!"

Ivy said it very solemnly, which may have something to do with her mother. As a child of those who resisted back then, Ivy was deeply aware of how extreme and evil that empire was under the influence of words and deeds.

"What are you talking about? The organization behind that elf?" Sera came over, "How evil can it be, like a frost giant?"

"A person like you can buy three people with one silver coin in that empire." Ivy gave the barbarian a cold look, pretending to be ruthless.

"...That's really too evil!" Sera shouted, "I want at least one gold coin!"

So this is a price issue? The other people looked at Sera in shock.

"If that's the case, that elf should indeed be stopped." Kalad also agreed with Ivy, but from his perspective, the other party was a very powerful potential competitor.

After all, in the society of hobgoblins, slavery also belongs to the ancestral law.

"I can scatter the hunters into delusional territory and start searching, and they won't get too far."

"Then it's all up to you," Ron nodded and reminded, "But don't alert them, just lock their location and actions. After all, we still know almost nothing about Mindatis. "

"If you alert the forces that may exist behind you because of this little fish, you will lose more than you gain."

"And the whereabouts of the parts on the slate may even fall on him." Ivy added.

"Understood, I will let my subordinates pay attention." Kalad responded. This matter is equally important to him.

How could he allow others to sleep soundly beside the bed? Just being delusional about being sandwiched between cities of other races already made him a little unhappy. Now there were actually troublemakers in his territory. He would never tolerate this alone.

"Hey, Ron!" Drayford exclaimed at this time, "You should come and see this!"

The goblin hunter couldn't understand what Ron and Ivy were saying, so he just ran to the dwarf corpse and groped around, but he didn't expect that he actually found something.

A piece of paper made of special material, filled with strange symbols and patterns, shimmering in the dark underground environment.

"This is a magic scroll," Ivy glanced at it, "but I don't know what is written on it."

She is not a spell caster, only Ron and Victoria can understand this kind of thing.

"Dwarf language," Victoria took it and identified it carefully, "This is a language borrowed from the Dwarven writing system. It is famous for its technical collection of papers and academic classification of the natural world. It is relatively easy to identify."

"Can you help me interpret it?" Ron looked at her expectantly, "Maybe I can copy it into my own spell book."

"I can't help you with this," the pastor said with a confused look on his face. "I know what language it is, not because I really know the writing."

"But if you know how to identify it, you may be able to know its function."

"I haven't had a stable source of learning spells yet..." Ron sighed, "And if I remember correctly, identification seems to require a pearl of sufficient size as a casting material."

As a wizard, Ron is too poor now. Even if he is given such a pearl, his first reaction is to sell it for money.

"Maybe things will get better after the trade station is established." Victoria comforted. She can't do anything about this matter.

Victoria was a guard before. Although she was highly regarded by Victor for her outstanding ability, it is obvious that she can't afford the cost of such practice with her financial resources.

After this pursuit, Ron and his party seemed to have gained a lot, but it seemed that they had gained nothing.

The gemstone slab was obviously valuable at a glance, and a magic scroll was also very valuable. But neither of them could be used directly, without exception.

The biggest gain might be the joining of Sera, and the goblins of Karad harvested a batch of good lizard skins and flesh.

"The hunters have dispersed. The progress of the base is going smoothly. If nothing goes wrong, we will get a good trading post tomorrow or the day after tomorrow - just as you described."

A few days later, in the camp, Ron looked at the goblins busy in the camp. Kalade came over and described the recent situation to him.

"In addition, they also built a small house for you. Come and see how it is."