Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 376 The Devil's Followers

The fundamental difference between a wizard and other spellcasters is learning; their spells are not blown by the wind!
How could a guy who was delusional about becoming famous and rarely left there be able to come into contact with spells of this level?

Bishop Srid was puzzled. The spell-ineffective barrier he had set up was a gift. Could it be that he also... ?
Thinking back to what he just said...

"It's not your turn to ask where you learned it from," Ron threw the swift sword in his other hand at Strider, "Go ahead!"

"There's no way this attack could hit me--ugh!"

The half-orc, who was ready to show off his skills, became ethereal again and easily dodged Ron's throw. However, before he could feel proud of himself, the sword turned around and stabbed into his heart from behind!

The bishop struggled and tried to become invisible again, but this time, the blessing from Purgatory lost its effect. Liquid that was so sticky that it didn't look like human blood slowly flowed down the wound on his chest. The halfling looked down at the tip of the sword, then turned to look at the half-elf behind him in disbelief.

"This... this is impossible, this potion—"

"The sirens' screams are enough to bring the dead back to life, let alone someone who is just sleeping." Constance tilted her head slightly. Her ears were still buzzing, but this did not interfere with her delivering a fatal blow to the halfling. "Where is our housekeeper? Where did you kidnap my father again?"

"Do you think I will tell you?" Bishop Thred's face was distorted. He grasped the tip of the sword in front of his chest, raised the dagger with his backhand and stabbed backwards, but Constance was no longer the same person she was before. The half-elf easily avoided his sneak attack.

"Those two ignorant people... Haha, don't worry, someone will avenge me!"

"You have offended Purgatory and the Molten Iron Barrier and sabotaged the Holy War. You—"

Ron, who was no longer bound by the spell-nullifying barrier, sent him off with a flaming arrow: "Enough of your nagging, it's time to go to hell."

"If you really think Dispater can sincerely help you, then go find him."

Constance retracted the sword and stared at the ashes scattered on the ground with a serious expression: "Mr. Ron, will we become... like this?"

After all, they have a lot of intersections with Purgatory.

"Trading is one thing, but risking one's soul is another." Ron ignored Bishop Strider, who didn't even leave a complete body, and walked to the bookshelf to turn the mechanism. "Among the people we know, the only one who may need to worry about this is Yelena."

"Let's first take a look at what your old father and the housekeeper have hidden."

As Ron expected, as the mechanism vibrated, a secret door appeared on the wall. The secret room behind it was spotless, and it was obviously cleaned regularly. When Ron and Constance walked into the secret room, Ron found a prominent and familiar sign:
Spiked onyx and curved horn crowns!
"Lord of the Nine Hells, should I be surprised?" Ron turned to look at Constance. "I remember you once said that you saw this symbol under the ruins of the former Green Swamp Town."

"You have a very good memory," Constance admitted, no longer trying to hide it. "That's where I saw it."

"So, you are also one of the believers?"

The half-elf shook his head. "No, but my father is. I don't know about Steward Strider, but I think he has probably been one for a long time, right?"

They believed in Asmodeus, the Lord of the Nine Hells. No wonder the bishop scolded them for being ignorant of the times before he died. It was a pity that the county magistrate was not as good as the current one. Here, Dispater's followers were more powerful than his superiors' followers. Ron checked everything in the secret room one by one. There was a lot of knowledge about spices here, including experience from other planes. This might explain why Hendricks was so successful.

"There's no good ending to a deal with the devil," Constance sighed. She opened a hidden drawer and a recording stone was lying quietly inside. "Sure enough."

"It seems that Mr. Hendricks has been prepared for this." Ron still remembered how to use this thing, and after fiddling with it for a while, the magic item began to work immediately.

But what Ron and Constance didn't expect was that the voice coming from inside was not the spice merchant's voice, but the butler Strider. He spoke very quickly, and every word he said pointed to only one location: the winery!

Thread's voice did not last long. Soon, a series of pounding, dragging and cursing sounds came from the recording stone. It sounded like the butler was found and taken away shortly after leaving the clue.

"Do you think they're still in that winery?" Ron put the stone back in its place.

"From what they did, it seems like they didn't even plan to let us leave here normally," Constance murmured, "So I think they won't be so strict. My father, Butler Strider, and even Uncle Daniel might be there."

"But I'm not sure if they will be transferred after the cult realizes something is wrong—"

"They can't be transferred," Ron snorted, turned around and walked out quickly, "Let's go meet Ivy and the others!"

"Do we need to notify Quest and the others?" Constance caught up with him from behind. "I know you should have a way to contact them, right?"

"We don't need them. We still have another card to play," Ron snapped his fingers. Constance could only feel that something seemed to be different around her, but she was not a spellcaster so she did not observe any entity. "Transactions are two-way. We can't just be the ones running around."

Here, Ron and others were gathering and setting off, while in the winery on the other side of Rose City, things were also becoming somewhat chaotic.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Looking at the believers who began to panic because they realized something was wrong outside, Daniel laughed happily, "Liya, look at them, they are like a group of ants!"

"You mean, it looks orderly, but once there is a change, it becomes a mess?" The elven longbowman echoed her husband, mercilessly mocking these guys who claimed to be "justice" and "order." They all had many scars on their bodies, but they were in good spirits.

"I say, can you two stop talking?" Hendricks' cage was right next to the couple tied back to back. Due to his physique, he couldn't be tied up with ropes, so he was just locked in the cage. This gave him more room to maneuver than Daniel and the other man. "Be careful or they'll whip you again!"

"They are just a bunch of running dogs, whatever they want!" Liya spat nonchalantly, "Kill me if you have the guts, and see what they are really like under their sanctimonious appearance!"

"Pa, pa, pa." Before Leah finished her words, a round of applause suddenly rang out. A middle-aged man in a bright red bishop's robe slowly approached the elf longbowman with a malicious smile, "Well said, Ms. Leah, we are just a bunch of hypocritical people, but you, an elf who took in a murderous maniac, how can you be better than us?"

"It's been such a long time now, and your cook hasn't come back yet. He must have abandoned you."

"Why don't you give up your unrealistic fantasies and cooperate with us? This way we will have a reason to protect you and return to your daughter, right?"

(End of this chapter)