Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 412: Far Away and Close at Hand
This sudden change made the vampire wonder if he was crazy or dreaming!
Could it be that he had not escaped from Ron and the others' pursuit, and everything before him was just a dream before he was on the verge of complete death? !

This could explain why the ruins suddenly appeared in front of him, but how could it explain that this moon elf was looking at him like garbage? !
"You are an unlearned person," the Moon Elf criticized sharply, "You could have obtained everything you have now by studying hard, but you chose to take shortcuts."

"It's fine if you can't do it yourself, but you can't even understand it?"

The Moon Elf walked into the ruins. The vampire Count, who had not yet come to his senses, only heard a shout:
"Get in!"

"Gillenis, you still haven't figured out the direction and pattern of the mycelium?"

Far away at the other end of the dense forest woven by fungal carpet, Driver put his hands behind his head and glanced lazily at the moon elf leading the way in front of him: "Nature tells me that we should go straight down this path and follow the traces of the vampire's escape. You are just wasting time."

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!" Sylvia scolded lightly, "This forest completely occupied by red mold is very wrong. The night hounds' tracking is not working."

Victoria was standing behind Gillianis at the moment, preventing any sudden attacks from the surrounding thorn beasts. Upon hearing this, she turned her head and looked over: "How could it be? Although they have human faces, they have real dog noses!"

"And didn't they bite the Count? How come we can't track them?"

"Because the so-called dense forest you see is actually not in this world at all - someone used space technology to connect it to this place."

The elven wizard stood up, and a layer of highly acidic mucus secreted from her hands, which had just touched the fusarium. The fusarium that wanted to infect her out of instinct was corroded by the strong acid and turned into black charcoal blocks.

"All the coordinates here are changing all the time, making corrections for the current plane. Although the Yethis Hound can travel between the etheric plane and the material world, it does not understand the principle behind it, and will never be able to explain to us where the vampire is now."

"That's right." Sylvia nodded. Although the Nighthounds could find vampires on their own, they could not tell or convey the exact location to Sylvia.

"It's you," Ron exclaimed in admiration, "I have also been observing the surrounding environment, but I didn't notice anything. You actually found the clues."

"As long as you continue on this path, you will achieve greater success than me sooner or later, Lord," the Moon Elf smiled modestly. "The reason why I can sense the changes in the space in front and behind is actually because of luck - this technique is very good at someone I once knew."

"Your enlightenment teacher?" Ivy noticed that she moved the silence around her waist again.

"That's right," Gillianis nodded, "and... I want to apologize to you first. I concealed what happened when I left before: I went to look for clues alone before, and I actually got some results."

Ron nodded, motioning for her to continue. After Gillianis came back, she had not taken the initiative to bring it up, and Ron and the others were busy fighting various monsters and had no time to ask in detail. Now that she was going to take the initiative to confess, this was of course the best: "Please go ahead."

Ron could guess that these things were related to Gillianis's former enlightenment teacher, but considering the long time, Ron only thought that it was probably one of the chief wizard's junior brothers and sisters who was causing trouble. After all, after so many centuries, even the elves would have died long ago. "I followed the traces left by the fungus blanket and found it..." Gillianis licked her dry lips, "I found my teacher."

“What?!” Before the others could express their shock, Anastasia jumped up first. “Oh my God! Your teacher?! He’s still alive?!”

Elves were quite slow to respond to questions like lifespan. Even though she spoke so bluntly, Gillianis simply nodded calmly: "I was also surprised, but I did see him in person, absolutely genuine."

"Wait, him?" The Elf Great Swordsman bit the word again, "Shouldn't your teacher be Gillianis? After all, you were captured and held in the Hailan Empire's research institute..."

"No," Gillianis was at a loss for words, "He was my mentor. That was a long, long time ago. I lost contact with him before the Hailan Empire was established."

"That's really early - the old man ran very fast," Anastasia muttered at last, "If he had been captured by the Hailan Empire and forced to work, he would definitely not be alive today..."

Gillianis ignored the former resistance fighter's jokes and continued to explain to Ron, "He used the space docking technology to find himself a piece of 'pure land' here for his retirement and funeral. He remained in this state until the red mold began to mutate and expand."

"You mean, he has never been involved in the incident here?" Ivy asked. She certainly had no ill will towards the elf who disappeared before the establishment of the Hailan Empire. "But how did you find him through studying red mold?"

"Because a few months ago, he couldn't help himself and rescued a group of tiger people. He transformed them so that they were no longer afraid of the infection of red mold." Gillianis got the answer she wanted from the looks of sudden enlightenment on everyone's faces. "But unfortunately, his own condition was not good, and the place where he was hiding was not a rich area, and he couldn't afford so many tiger people, so he had to drive them all away after saying bad things to them."

"Those tiger men failed to maintain their sanity. During the experiment, the teacher changed the growth process and development direction of the surrounding red mold in order to hide. I was able to find him by following the clues."

"But it's still not right, is it?" Ron asked, looking at the red mold that always gave people the illusion of being approached, "You also found similar traces here. If all these traces are really as you said, they are entirely the work of your teacher, his research should not have ended here."

"That's right, sir," Gillianis sighed softly, "This is what I don't understand."

"If you can't figure it out, go confront him face to face!" Sera couldn't help it. "Why don't you take us to your teacher and ask him face to face? If he doesn't tell the truth, just burn his retirement home into a mass grave!"

"You..." Gillianis wanted to say something, but soon realized that it was completely useless to fight with a barbarian. She chose to raise her hands directly, and an illusory map showing the location of the ruins where the red mold first survived appeared between her hands. "Don't bother with that. The old man can't stand this kind of torment. Let's find the answer ourselves."

"I've figured out the model for his spell - hopefully it won't be too hard."

It was broad daylight and the world was clear, but Ron and the others felt that everything in front of their eyes suddenly went dark. It was not the sky or the earth that changed color, but as Gillianis cast a spell, an entire ruin that nurtured red mold, spore people and thorny beasts suddenly appeared before their eyes from the invisible horizon!
(End of this chapter)