Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 299: The Lich's Plot

Orcus waved his wand in panic in the air, as if he was fighting against a being that could not be seen in the material plane. The body of the demon lord, which exuded the smell of decay and death, disappeared into the cave as suddenly as it had appeared, and no trace of it could be found.

"Wait! My Lord! Don't abandon me!" The descendant of Faramar was horrified to see his most powerful support disappear like a bubble. This unexpected turn made him almost think it was a cruel nightmare, but the cold gaze of the Devil's Archduke was like a thorn in his back, forcing him to face the absurd reality before him.

“Your Highness, Your Highness Gracia!” The man in black robe collapsed to the ground. He looked up at the not-so-tall Gracia with a distracted gaze, and crawled forward a few steps on his knees. “Your Highness, I am willing to serve you! You once bestowed grace on my ancestors, and I can prove that I am better than them! Better than this lord who stole the land! I will prove that I am worthy of your favor!”

"The mortals in your kingdom have always been like this, so I am not surprised." The Queen of Lust kicked the black-robed man and made him fall over. Before he could scream, the sword in her hand pierced his chest. "But the deal is one thing. I went to Orcus's lair to cause trouble for him, not to accept a piece of trash like you."

"The old nest?" Ron stared at Gracia in astonishment. "You, you don't mean to say, you're going to find--"

"Otherwise, why would that old goat withdraw his projection?" Gracia chuckled. "Look, I have put in a lot of effort to ensure that our transaction can proceed smoothly. According to the contract, the transaction of Yuanyin..."

"She is one of the smartest among the Nine Hells. How could she do such a thing?"

Ron was flattered by Gracia's explanation. Just when he was about to agree to give in, the golden dragon, who had transformed into a dragonborn again, suddenly reminded him, "Gracie has suffered losses for this before. You can't expect a grand duke to capsize twice, Ron."

"I like the term 'sewer' to describe the abyss, but why do you have to be so nosy?" Gracia wrinkled her nose. "Well, I didn't go there in person. What Orcus observed was just one of my incarnations. But this is enough to make him cautious. At least he won't consider bothering you again."

"Ah, so I hate you hypocritical golden dragons. I'm just adding some weight to my bargaining chips."

"I'm just worried that your 'weight gain' will steal Ron's soul." Jin Long lowered his head and chose not to look at Gracia. But as he lowered his head, Jin Long suddenly discovered that the black-robed man who was nailed to the ground by Gracia was not dead yet!
"Devils, thieves, dragons..." the descendant of Faramar murmured. Taking advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention, he slowly raised his stiff arm, and an illusory crossbow appeared in his hand, silently aiming at Ron's heart, "All... go to hell!"

Gracia's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she didn't make any moves, and even took the initiative to talk to Ron to attract the attention of this mortal. This forced Ron to focus all his energy on the Devil Duke, without paying any attention to the danger that was close at hand.

The gray mist quietly condensed into a bell shape, but was almost instantly burned to ashes by the flames from hell.

And all this happened in a flash until Jin Long stepped forward and knocked Ron down.

"Be careful!" Jin Long suddenly pounced forward and pushed Ron to the ground. His own body staggered and then slowly fell down.

"Old Jin! Damn it! Ron!" Masalino, who had just been sorting out his spellbook, seemed to have just woken up from a dream. The terrifying arcane energy poured towards the black-robed man, and the violent spells tore the black robe and the mist apart, revealing the shriveled, skinny, and riddled body of the descendant of Faramar in front of everyone. The goblin hunter also reacted and quickly rushed up, tearing off the thin layer of skin wrapped around the skeleton with just one grab: "What the hell! This guy is also a dead man!"

"It's actually a lich..." Gracia held her chin up thoughtfully, "No wonder he was able to take my sword and survive, and even had the ability to fight back."

"Are you, are you okay?" Ron, who was pushed to the ground, rushed to the golden dragon as soon as possible. The scales of the real dragon that blocked the sneak attack for him were constantly falling off. "Wait a minute, I have healing potions and scrolls here!"

"No, no need to bother." The golden dragon, who looked to be in poor condition, could actually smile. He let go of his hand and showed the wound on his chest to Ron. "The physique of a dragon is much stronger than that of a mortal. It's just a fatal wound for a dragonborn."

"But your scales are falling off. From the sound of it, I'm afraid the arrow must have pierced your—"

"Don't describe it with the structure of a mortal. It's meaningless." Black mist lingered around the golden dragon's wound, but the golden glow that lit up immediately suppressed it. His voice became full of energy. "Look, it's okay. It's recovered! If I didn't save you, you definitely wouldn't be able to recover so quickly!"

Ron looked hesitantly at the golden dragon who had turned over and stood up and regained his vigorous state. The wound on his chest was indeed disappearing rapidly. If Ron had paid attention to it a little later, it would have healed soon.

"If it's just a dying counterattack by a lich, it's unlikely to cause serious damage to it," Gracia seemed to be comforting Ron, and seemed to have a hidden meaning, "But this is not something you need to worry about. He is the priest of Bahamut, an adult golden dragon, so naturally there are people who should be worried."

"Now, while I'm here, how about we settle our first transaction? I see that you have almost collected all the fragments of that poor queen."

Gracia walked over. Farama had not yet woken up. Even though her master's hand was caressing her face, the queen did not open her eyes.

"There are still two parts missing." After Ron confirmed that there was indeed no problem with the golden dragon, he turned his attention to another side. "I was going to hand her over to you intact."

"That's probably impossible," Jin Long said calmly. There was no trace of injury on his body anymore. "When you were visiting Carolina, Marsalino and I checked the last sealed site. The limbs there had been taken away without alerting the guards."

The golden dragon turned its head towards Gracia, who was already showing displeasure on her face, but without any fear in her expression: "I think, to Her Royal Highness, she is actually complete, right?"

(End of this chapter)