Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Everything that happened in the north was destined not to be widely spread. Ron had no idea what kind of storm he would face. At this moment, he was in Gillianis's laboratory and had just been released from restraints.

"Next time, can you just give me the anesthetic on this arm?" Ron moved his arms and shoulders, but the numbness was not limited to that part. "I have to give me full anesthesia every time. I wonder if I will become resistant to anesthetics..."

"Don't worry. Based on the information you provided, I have reconfigured six anesthetics corresponding to different 'targets'." Gillianis was still a little uncomfortable when she mentioned "targets". She glanced at the jade on Ron's arm and said, "Do you feel a little better? How do you feel? Do you have any severe rejection reactions?"

"No, that's not the case," Ron stopped and felt it carefully. "At least there are no common symptoms. We should still need to observe it in the future. What adjustments did you make this time?"

"I integrated the amethyst slab into the experiment, and the same goes for the weaving preface," the moon elf tidied up the lab table with the help of Ron, "I want back all the gems you gave away before, in the name of their previous owners. Now you can use their power directly without taking out the gems."

"The same goes for spell books. Exposing a spell book to the outside world is not a good choice. On the one hand, it is obvious to the target, and on the other hand, it is easy to waste time in battle or experiments."

Ron nodded. Gillianis had two halves, one using shoulder armor to carry the arcane, and the other using a ball mask, a piece of jade that was fused with her body. Although it looked a bit shabby in appearance, it was much more concealed.

"Don't think I'm so tasteless," the moon elf saw through Ron's thoughts and laughed, "No matter how familiar you are with it, I won't just bury a stone in there. Even if it's a test product, it's too crude."

"Besides, don't forget what my subject is. A single stone can't help you fight."

"Shouldn't I be able to summon my own weapon like you?" Ron blinked, "Or can this jade be transformed into armor like the Swordsong Gauntlet?"

A sound of metal clashing suddenly came from his arm, and a large number of exquisite and gorgeous armor plates flipped out from his arm as Ron thought, and in a moment they formed a set of armor covering his arm and even one side of his chest. As Ron's thought of "needing weapons" emerged again, the metal in front melted and reorganized again, and finally extended into a deep purple, single-edged scimitar structure.

The blade of the scimitar was slightly twisted compared to standard weapons. Ron could recognize that the arc at the end was closer to the curved blade commonly used by elves, which was sharper and narrower.

"This is……"

"It's always easier to fix a half-finished product than to make a new one," Gillianis explained. "This is remelted with amethyst. When it's in this form, you can more easily release the spells in several gems, but correspondingly, the connection with the weaving preface will be weakened."

"I originally wanted to sew the Siren's Song in as well, but unfortunately, the guy who made the crossbow didn't use the specifications we requested, so I can't connect it in smoothly."

"It's okay, it's just a crossbow, it's the same if I carry it myself." Ron waved his hand quickly. He felt that Gillianis seemed to treat his arm as a dimensional bag and put everything in it. The benefits of doing this are obvious. He doesn't have to hang a bunch of things on his body like a grocer. Clicking on the backpack panel to use the props immediately is not an operation that can be done in reality. Even if it is possible, the capacity of the alchemy backpack is quite limited, which will cause him some trouble.

"But is there any special design here?" Ron examined the curved blade in his hand and looked curiously at a conspicuous round hole. "I have only learned enchantment and don't know much about forging. This is used for--" "There's a piece missing." The moon elf interrupted him without paying attention to Ron's evasion.

"not enough?"

"There's a missing piece, remember? There's still a shining gem that hasn't been found," Gillianis shrugged. "This one was integrated before. Although you brought back a similar one from the north, it's not the one I made originally. It's still a bit difficult to fuse it in. It's better to leave it empty first and fuse it into one when you find it."

"Ah, I remember," Ron nodded, "I gave that one to you before - can't you find something suitable to fill it? I remember that the other ones all had some magic props in them."

"That's not the point. The point is that I spent a lot of effort to integrate the previous set. If I want to add it now, it will definitely take a lot of time to adjust. I deeply suspect that it would be better to find the originals instead of doing that. Maybe it will be faster."

"That being said," Ron sighed, and put away his new weapon and armor. "But to be honest, we have explored the Delusion Land roughly, but we still can't find the trace of the gem. If it was taken out of here like the Dark Gem, where can we find it?"

"You don't have to worry about that," Gillianis said, "I used astrology to predict the future. It should still be in the Delusion Land, but it's not in the right place...ah, someone is here to see you."

A light flashed in Moon Elf Lake's blue eyes. It was the security system outside the research institute that detected the entry of outsiders.

Normally, this system would not send her a message, and when this happened it meant that someone did not enter through the main entrance, but chose to...

"It's me," a thin and pale figure wrapped in a large black cloak appeared from the shadows and landed in front of the two. It was the shadow spirit Yelena, "Lord, there are some situations that I think I need to report to you."

"Please speak." Ron was startled at first, thinking that the lich who had escaped from the pursuit of the demon lord had freed up his hands to deal with Green Swamp Town, but when he saw that there was nothing unusual on Yelena's expression under the shadow of her hood, he felt a little relieved.

"Do you still remember Ge Lan, the cultist who 'turned over a new leaf'?"

"Of course I remember. In fact, he was the one who received me when I went to the church these days," Ron nodded. "Don't tell me that he was pretending to convert and was actually still secretly worshipping the devil."

"That's not the case," Yelena shook her head, "Sweet words may deceive others, but the essence of the spell cannot be changed and can be easily seen through."

"They probably have no intention of returning to the arms of the devil, but some of his companions may not think so." (End of this chapter)