Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"Professional, it seems that I was right to inform you in time." Quest forced a smile. The injuries on his body had stabilized, accompanied by extreme pain, but this did not matter to him.

A mind as calm as water and a soul as strong as a diamond were the states he had achieved many years ago, and these slight physical sufferings could not shake his spirit.

"You are still hiding your strength, right?" Gillianis looked at the shapeshifter and suddenly asked, "I have always felt that there is something wrong with you, but I could never find the source until I had a guess just now - why did you do this?"

"The ideas I've been taught tell me that I don't need to show my power outwardly, but to seek true power from within," Quest lowered his head slightly, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, "You may be different from me in this regard, but you should believe that I have no ill will towards Ron or the Delusion Land."

"You arrived earlier than me, so I don't have the trouble to question you on this," Gillianis waved her hand, "but this is not true, is it? Is it the guidance you received to keep secrets at the critical moment of life and death?"

"……no."

The monk shook his head but did not intend to explain further: "Ms. Gillianis, you may be the most knowledgeable person here, but some things may not have caught your eye. They didn't happen before, and they don't need to happen in the future."

"Well, I respect your choice," the moon elf did not ask any more questions and just asked a seemingly irrelevant question, "Quest, your last name is the embodiment of 'virtue'. So, have you found any results in your exploration over the years?"

"Yes, without a doubt."

The monk looked at the gradually disappearing shadow of the moon elf, his expression unchanged: "My compatriots have found a place to settle down. This is the result."

"It's just that I have some small things that I need to find answers to personally, but this has nothing to do with the Delusion Land. My earlier past has nothing to do with this place."

"I understand." Gillianis' voice sounded as if it had never appeared before. "Well, you are free now, so you can get me out to help you... I am also an elf, don't I need to meditate..."

This may not be directed at Quest.

The monk, still moving in tiefling form, stood there without moving until the nearest patrol team appeared in his sight. He then began to move, leaving the mess here to the later comers to deal with, and quickly blended into the shadows.

Gillianis had already captured some of the intruders, but the matter was not over yet. The incarnation used by the other party was Yelena's skin, so... where was the real Yelena?

Thinking of the other party's not-so-mysterious leader, Quest couldn't help but feel a little confused. That person should... not get involved again, right?

The monk's search did not last long. When he followed an almost disappeared trace and returned to the vicinity of the church, he finally found the Shadow Dancer under a tree with the sound of shaking iron chains.

Yelena's condition looked even worse than his. There were several hideous wounds on her already pale face. The black robe wrapped around her body was shattered, leaving only the spiked chain intact, which was stained with a lot of blood that exuded a shadowy aura.

"Yelena?" Quest was stunned for a moment, "What happened to you?"

"Ah, Quest, hiss," Shadow Spirit frowned and pressed the wound on his waist, "I'm so glad to see you're still alive. That bastard who disguised himself as me shouldn't have done anything to you, right?" "I found his whereabouts and wanted to inform you, but I didn't expect to fall into his trap instead..."

Quest stepped forward, helped Yelena stand up and walked towards the church, where there were not only divine arts, but also other means of treatment: "Don't mention it, I almost died in his hands, fortunately I was lucky enough."

"The wounds on your body don't all look like they were caused by that guy. He used his fists and feet. How could he have left you with so many wounds?"

Moreover, the medium used by that person was a mummy, so Yelena's weapon should not be stained with blood.

"Well, don't mention it. I have to thank my 'compatriots' for this." Yelena's expression trembled when she mentioned this. "One Dark Weaver and two Shadow Dancers. If this wasn't in Green Swamp Town and next to the church, I would have been caught."

"Your compatriots?" Having worked with Yelena for quite some time, Quest naturally knew the meaning behind these two names. He couldn't help but be a little surprised, "How did they get here?"

"Who knows?" Yelena snorted coldly, "This matter... I feel something is not right. We should tell Ron and the others in the morning."

"By the way, did you catch that bastard who attacked me?"

"Dragon Lich," Quest sighed softly, "You should have guessed it to some extent."

The dragon lich's subordinates and the shadow spirits were actually mixed together. This was an unprecedented situation, but in Quest's opinion, this might not be the worst - at least those demons were not involved, right?

"That... can't be said that way," Yelena's expression suddenly became a little strange, "Although logically, I shouldn't question my master like this, but when I was fighting with my three compatriots, my strength was obviously weakened a lot, and that princess didn't respond to me."

This situation is not uncommon among contract magicians. Most of the sect leaders are not real gods. They have their own things to do, which sometimes causes significant fluctuations in the power strength of the contractors. However, the Queen of Lust lives deep in the sixth level of the Nine Hells, and the projection of power generally does not undergo drastic changes. Moreover, combined with past events, even Yelena would find it difficult not to blame the sect leader for her own predicament, but there is no evidence.

But this time, they really couldn't blame the Devil Archduke.

There is a real god behind the shadow spirits. After knowing the source of Yelena's power, the shadow spirits made sufficient preparations to capture her, including but not limited to weakening the sect leader's influence on her in a short period of time.

At this moment, deep in the swamp of Delusion Land which is still sparsely visited by people, beside a pale bonfire, three elves covered in black robes quietly exuded an invisible pressure, watching the figure slowly walking out of the darkness.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this person was in a very bad condition, but this was no reason or excuse. The shadow spirits didn't even care about the other person's life or death. They only cared about one thing:

"Buckman, you have failed shamefully." (End of this chapter)