Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 321 Richthofen Again

The interior of the castle is very different from the style of the territory outside. The splendor here is completely in line with the style of the castle itself, and is closer to the preferences of the living. Precious furnishings can be seen everywhere here, including antiques, reliefs, and murals, which would sell for sky-high prices in Rose City. In the corridors and rooms of the castle, they are piled up and laid out in a pleasing layout as if they were free of charge. Even goblins can see at a glance that these things are extraordinary.

"Some of the masterpieces here are even six or seven hundred years old, such as this sculpture," Sylvia casually pointed out a piece of art displayed on the left side of the corridor, "Even when he was still alive, this would have been considered an antique."

"What about these paintings?" Although he knew that this was a ghost town, Ron found it hard to feel scared walking in such a magnificent building. He looked at the paintings on the wall with interest. The owners of these portraits looked about 70% similar, so they should be a family.

"They are the successive owners of this castle and territory. Now, they are considered my 'ancestors'," the dhampir knocked on an empty picture frame at the end. "If I inherit this place, my portrait will also be posted here."

"Then people who come after us will be able to tell at a glance that this family has no descendants..." Ivy was also looking at these portraits. However, when she noticed the signatures at the bottom, the half-elf felt her mouth dry. "Wait, what are these people's surnames——"

"Von Richthofen?!"

"What?!" Yelena's reaction was the most intense in the entire team, but this did not surprise anyone else at all, because the ancestor of this shadow spirit was also a member of this family!
She even helped bury a distant relative of hers not long ago!
Shadow Spirit forced herself to stay awake in fear, scanning the portraits and names on the wall again and again, comparing them with the family tree in her memory. Finally, she had to admit that these elves hung on the wall belonged to that family with a long history!
"Is it real?" Ivy stared at Yelena, observing Shadow Spirit's reaction. "You have recorded these people? But why did you say before that you knew nothing about this place?"

"Because I have spent most of my life in the Shadow Underworld! Apart from those prominent tribesmen, I can only remember the names of others at most!" Yelena lifted her hood irritably. Shadow Spirit had been instilled with how glorious it was to belong to this surname since she was a child, but from her experience after coming to the material world, it seemed that every time she met her tribesmen, nothing good happened - this was the case when she met Mindatis and Saran Ryan, and it was no exception this time.

"But, but you are not from our family? You are just a half-vampire who doesn't even know where you came from!" Shadow Spirit looked at Sylvia with confusion in his eyes, "Why did the master of this place choose you as the heir?"

Even if the count had no descendants due to his transformation into an undead creature, one should look for his own relatives. As they both appeared in the delusion land, Yelena was certainly closer to von Richthofen than Sylvia.

But think about it…those gargoyles did seem to be targeting her in the beginning!

"Of course it's because you rejected my invitation." A melodious baritone voice like a beautiful voice came from the stairs leading to the second floor of the castle. Until this voice appeared, the Earl's Castle finally took on a gloomy tone. Ron only felt the temperature around him drop sharply. The building, which had just gradually warmed up due to the sunrise, instantly returned to the eternal night.

Everyone in the team turned their heads and saw a tall and thin middle-aged male figure appear at the stairs. He was wearing a tight, high-end black suit and leaning on a cane, looking down at everyone with a slightly melancholy look. When the guests fell silent, the old gentleman slowly walked down the stairs and came to them.

Ron noticed that the man was "floating" down rather than walking down. His feet were not really standing on the carpet, but slightly suspended in the air. He was just using his familiar steps to pretend that he was still a living noble. The reason why Ron noticed this was not complicated: as the former chief wizard of a short-lived empire, Gillianis would occasionally do this for nostalgia. However, the high elf paid more attention to work efficiency, so most of the time he was just flying.

In addition, this man had even more obvious characteristics: his exposed skin was paler and bloodless than Sylvia and Shadow Spirit, and his eyes were equally as red as blood. In addition, the two pairs of fangs that Sylvia would only expose when she opened her mouth later also extended beyond his lips without any concealment, and were whiter than the most expensive ivory.

This is a vampire, or to be more respectful, a vampire.

It seems that the count and the "he" that Sylvia mentioned on the road should be this person.

"Wait, isn't this Sylvia's cane? Why is it here with you?" Driver was sharp-eyed and suddenly pointed at the other person's cane. And with his height, he could see the crystal on the top of Sylvia's cane with his eyes open. It was so familiar to him.

Considering the patterns, the goblin hunter would swear on his own honor (even if it wasn't real) that this was definitely Sylvia's cane!
"Take your hands away, it's very rude, goblin," the vampire lord frowned slightly, but still answered the question, "This cane will belong to Sylvia, but before that, it is mine."

“Or rather, it was originally mine.”

"'Dedicated to my beloved daughter'..." Ivy murmured the Elvish words engraved on the cane, "So, you are the one--"

"It was me," the count nodded, "but later on, a lot of things happened in my territory, and I lost the cane. It wasn't until you awakened the little gadget I made a few days ago that I sensed its existence."

The Earl waved at the heron statue beside Ron, and the bronze magic item flew up obediently and returned to an empty display stand that originally belonged to it.

"Those were the darkest years of my long life, and I was powerless to protect even my collections," the count sighed, "but fortunately, some of them were made by me, so when they saw the light of day again, I immediately felt something."

(End of this chapter)