Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 328 Reasonable explanation

"Do you really want to get involved in this mess?"

After Ron closed the door again, the shadow under his feet suddenly came to life. Yelena's figure emerged and looked up at Ron: "Remember what I told you about our family? Although the woman in the attic is crazy, I think what she said is more like the truth."

"It is harder to get Richthofen to give up his power and strength than to kill them."

"That's why we can't abandon Sylvia." Ron walked to the window and looked out. The entire earldom shrouded in darkness came alive. Undead creatures poured out from the villages and buildings in the territory and gathered towards the earl's manor. Their number was no less than that of the battle they had witnessed. And because it was night, the atmosphere was even more terrifying.

This is the real Night Parade of a Hundred Demons.

"Let's go," Ron turned to look at Shadow Spirit, "Although it's a little early to go to the scene now, as a guest, we can't keep the host waiting."

"Not to mention that this ceremony is time-limited."

"To you, or to him?" Yelena arrived earlier than Sylvia. She knew that Ron was not in the room at all. He just turned into vapor and no one knew where he went.

"Aren't we attending the same ceremony?" Ron smiled. "Let's go and call Ivy and the others separately - dress formally."

"We probably didn't bring any formal wear, did we? Then we'll only have the equipment for adventuring."

"I think this is better."

Although the vampire lord here could fully understand the predicament of Ron and others, when he really saw the half-elf wrapped his whole body in a tin can, his stiff pale face couldn't help but twitch.

"Um... Miss Ivy, could you at least lift up your mask?"

"Are you too embarrassed to see anyone?" Sylvia smiled and patted Ivy's shoulder armor. She was wearing a red and black court dress. This dress, tailored by zombie tailors in the earldom, not only brought out the owner's elegant and dignified temperament, but also perfectly highlighted the perfect figure of the vampire. Ron's eyes fell on Sylvia's slender waist. It was conceivable that she must have suffered a lot to wear such a dress.

Listening to a few frivolous whistles from the ghost choir, Ron sighed softly. It seemed that Sylvia did not take his instructions seriously at all.

"Hmph!" Ivy turned her head away angrily, not wanting to look at Sylvia, and even more unwilling to look at Ron who was staring at Sylvia.

"It seems that everyone is here. Thank you, my lovely people. Your support is the driving force that has enabled me to get to where I am today." Count Richthofen also attended the event in full dress today. As soon as the nobleman showed up, the sound of bones and rotten flesh colliding came from all directions. Compared with such applause, those incorporeal subjects seemed so gentle and polite.

"However, we also want to thank the people sitting in the front, our respected neighbors." The count pressed his hands down, signaling the undead to keep quiet, "It is they who brought us new hope and new leaders for this land!"

"I believe that under the leadership of the successor Countess Sylvia, the two territories on the Delusion Land will become more prosperous! Now, under the witness of the bright full moon! Miss Sylvia, please step forward and stand in front of the magic circle, yes, right here."

The Count walked to the center of the magic circle, while Sylvia stood on a star according to the original position. As both parties stood in position, the 666 candles surrounding the magic circle lit up red cold flames at the same time, and a jade bowl for sacrifice rose slowly. The Count took out an obsidian knife and waved it gently. His wrist was cut open with a deep wound that could be seen to the bone, and the black and red blood plasma slowly fell into the bowl. "The blood race has a strong recovery ability, especially at night, and especially in their own fiefdom," Count Richthofen did not forget to explain to the guests, "If not, I can't collect enough blood."

"Now, dear Sylvia, it's your turn," the count threw the obsidian knife over. "You don't need to use so much force. Just a light scratch will do. Just one stroke."

Sylvia obediently held the knife in one hand and revealed her pale wrist with the other. However, just as all the creatures present were looking at her, a loud bang rang out from the castle.

To be more precise, it rang from the attic of the castle!

"What's going on?!" The count's face changed. Before he could send someone to check, a beast-like roar resounded throughout the manor. Then, the white creature broke through the window with a series of afterimages, and without any buffering measures, it smashed directly into the ceremony like a huge rock!
"What kind of monster is this?!" Ron rushed forward and pushed Sylvia away from the magic circle before she could donate blood. At this instant, the "monster" that suddenly appeared rushed towards Count Richthofen with a clear goal. The three mirror images and the original body brought up a total of forty cold claws. Under the moonlight, this creature looked as hideous as a demon!
"How did you get out?!" The Count waved his cane to block, and the bloody magic surged around him, easily pushing the attacker more than ten meters away. "Go back to your attic! It's not your turn yet!"

"Is this the one you were talking about?"

Sylvia, who was pushed away by Ron, was surprised: "How do you communicate with this thing?"

"Shh," Ron gestured to her, turned around and shouted, "My Lord Earl, do you need us to kill it here? It disrupts the ceremony!"

"Kill? No! There's no need to trouble the guests to do it!" The count's cane was shrouded in black mist, which turned into a solid prison to trap the witch in the attic. "I told you, it's not time for you to show up yet!"

"Be good, Mary!"

"Mary?!" As the count shouted out this name, the woman in white suddenly stood there blankly like Pavlov's dog. She was still on all fours like a wild beast. A tear left her eye, washing away the dirt on her face, but she stayed quietly in the black fog cage and was no longer restless even when the cage dissipated.

"This is my good daughter," the Earl raised his lips, nodded with satisfaction, and turned his attention back to Sylvia. "Sir Ron, this is no big deal. Please let Miss Sylvia stand back. The ceremony can still be held as usual."

Ron released Sylvia's hand, but the vampire refused to take even one step forward. She looked at the count with an unpleasant expression: "What did you call her just now?"

"Mary, is there any problem?" The Count stood calmly in the center of the formation. "Please come over, Miss Sylvia."

"Her full name is Marie von Richthofen, right?" Thinking of what Ron and the others had said to her a few days ago, Sylvia felt a chill all over her body. "Didn't you say that your wife and daughter had died a long time ago?! Didn't you say that they sacrificed themselves for this territory?!"

"Then how do you explain this woman? You locked her in the attic? And you trained her like a dog?!"

Sylvia clenched her fists. She was sold as a slave since she was a child, but even the lowest slaves would not be treated like this: "I need a reasonable explanation!"

(End of this chapter)