My family runs an adventurer's guild.

Well, once the supply and demand conditions are met, the speed at which this flesh market grows wildly is truly astonishing!

Getting back to the point, although the number of "specially employed women" in the military is now insufficient, as one of the representatives of the game's operators, Phil can still find enough women to serve these old men who were once in high positions of power and still have extensive connections, as long as he issues an announcement.

However, faced with Phil's flattery and obsequiousness, former Chancellor Pochettino simply smiled and shook his head.

"...If anyone wants to find a woman, then find one for them. But I don't need to. There's no point in competing with those commoners for women. Although I do have that need, I'm not in such a hurry. Besides..."

He said calmly, taking a bite of the roast meat in his hand, "...I plan to bring Martha in tomorrow to relive the old days."

The others inside the tent nodded in agreement.

"...Hmm, that makes sense. I'll bring Diana to this world for a visit in a few days!"

"...Alas, it's a pity that my Helena passed away last year..."

Phil was naturally confused by this, but someone soon explained to him that the names of the women mentioned above, such as Martha, Dinah, and Helena, were all their former mistresses. Marriages among the upper nobility were mostly arranged by their parents, so their long-term mistresses were their true loves.

However, since Prime Minister Pochettino and his former colleagues are now all old and frail, their once stunningly beautiful mistresses, even if not dead, are now mostly old women, only able to lie together and talk at most.

However, the emergence of the game "Overlord" seems to have given them a chance to relive their past romance and experience it again!

Compared to those elderly, uncouth men who, once they've changed bodies, are eager to sleep with women, these retired high-ranking officials and dignitaries are clearly more reserved and composed. At their age, with their status and experience, they are no longer so hungry for ordinary, beautiful women; they value more spiritual understanding and connection, and the warmth accumulated over the years… simply put, they are more nostalgic.

Therefore, rather than seeking out a complete stranger to unleash years of pent-up desire, they prefer to bring their familiar mistresses into the game, restore their youthful beauty, and then enjoy the passion and pleasure of yesteryear together…

Chapter 159, The Hilarious Sister Who Delivers Meat to Your Door (Part 2)

Of course, unlike the sentimental Prime Minister Pochettino, some other "senior older players" have different views on women.

"...I'm not that nostalgic, but...let's not have those country bumpkins and sluts serving us tonight. If we're going to have fun, let's have something better!"

Dexter, the former Grand Master of the Knights, took a skewer of roasted lamb from the fire, and as he gnawed on it with gusto, his mouth dripping with oil, he rambled on about his views on women: "...In my opinion, women are like horses. You have to defeat the wild horses you've captured in battle to ride them properly! There's a sense of accomplishment! As for those girls you can just pay to get, they're not bad either, but they always lack that fiery, wild spirit..."

"...So, you're waiting to enjoy the female knights captured after the city falls? Tsk tsk, that's certainly your style."

The old prime minister, Pochettino, who was known for his macho demeanor, raised his glass and laughed, while asking Phil, "...Could you arrange something for Dexter?"

"...Well...we can only say we'll try our best, since we can't confirm whether there are any exceptionally beautiful female martial artists in that city..."

Phil said with a wry smile, "Although, according to the description in the original Overlord, this world does indeed have quite a few beautiful and charming female adventurers, priestesses, female mages and knight princesses, and even glamorous mafia bosses, etc."

However, it's hard to say for sure about the fortress city of Yelantil at this particular moment...

However, just as they were exchanging some unhealthy and unserious topics, several short screams came from outside the tent.

Immediately afterward, a short, green figure stumbled into the tent flap, shouting incoherently:

"...Master! Master! It's terrible! There's an assassin... Ah—"

Before the goblin could finish speaking, a throwing knife pierced his heart from behind, sealing the rest of his words forever in his throat.

— Phil immediately recognized that these must be goblin guards summoned by someone inside the tent using the [Goblin General's Horn].

At the same time, a series of clanging sounds came from outside, along with the explosions of fireball magic, the crackling of lightning magic, chaotic footsteps, angry roars, and pitiful wails... The people inside the tent could no longer contain themselves and rushed out with their swords in hand to see what was going on.

Then they saw a horrific battlefield, or perhaps a slaughterhouse!

—Under the glow of the campfire and the moonlight, more than thirty goblin soldiers dressed in armor or cloth shirts formed a large circle, vaguely surrounding a female assassin wearing a cloak and whose shimmering blonde hair was partially visible, and they were poised to capture her.

Outside the encirclement, several goblin mages and goblin priests chanted incantations, providing magical assistance to the warriors at the front.

Despite their apparent superior numbers, the goblins were actually the weaker party, living in fear and at a severe disadvantage.

At the feet of the surrounded female warrior lay the haphazard corpses of goblins and dire wolves, most of them torn to pieces—their limbs easily smashed, their heads shattered like pomegranate seeds. Intestines and entrails spilled from wounds in their abdomens, while goblins with broken legs struggled and rolled on the ground, trying to crawl on their hands and knees to escape the deadly female demon, even if it was just to live a little longer.

She is Clementine, the former ninth seat of the Slane Theocracy's special forces unit, the Dark Codex, who betrayed the Slane Theocracy. She is now a rising star in the evil organization Chranon, a top-tier female assassin who has already stepped into the realm of legendary heroes. She is known as "The Comical Sister" because of her long blonde hair, cute smile, and cruel personality.

At this moment, she reeked of blood, the meteor hammer and short awl in her hands were still dripping with blood that had not yet dried, her cloak and hair were covered with mottled bloodstains, and small pieces of flesh were still stuck to the tops of her boots, as if she had just walked out of a slaughterhouse.

—In fact, she had just easily defeated more than a dozen goblins as if they were melons and vegetables.

"...Although they were all weak opponents that were hardly inspiring, by goblin standards, they were already considered quite formidable, weren't they?"

As she sneered with her glib tongue, she expertly raised the short awl and launched it like a fully extended spring, narrowly dodging two attack spells and several arrows. Simultaneously, she kicked a goblin riding a dire wolf away and plunged the awl into the chest of a goblin archer! When it was pulled out, it drew a spray of crimson blood!

"...Pikemen, provide cover!"

A goblin leader roared, and five goblin soldiers roared and raised their spears, thrusting them at the female assassin. However, Clementine simply swung her flail, easily deflecting all their spear tips. Then, with a sweeping blow, the five goblin soldiers were instantly riddled with broken bones and mangled flesh. One of them even had his skull smashed open, spitting out blood and gore!

Almost in the blink of an eye, seven fully armed goblins were either killed instantly or rendered essentially incapable of fighting.

Despite being the target of the goblins' concentrated attacks, Clementine remained unscathed and even managed a bloodthirsty smile.

It has to be said that this is a very discouraging thing.

—As a powerful individual approaching the hero rank, Clementine's strength is approximately level 30. If we also consider the bonuses from long-term combat training, the high-level weapons she wields, and the magical items she uses in conjunction with them, her actual combat power is even stronger.

Meanwhile, the opponents being ravaged by Clementine, the goblin squad summoned by the wealthy players using the premium item "Goblin General's Horn," consisted of twelve level 8 goblin soldiers, two level 10 goblin archers, one level 10 goblin mage, one level 10 goblin priest, two level 10 goblin cavalry, and one level 12 goblin leader, totaling 19 people.

Although the unit composition was reasonable, the individual strength gap was too large, so it's no wonder that Clementine easily defeated them.

Fortunately, there were several wealthy players gathered in the tent, and they had summoned several goblin squads. So when Clementine attempted to sneak into the tent and was discovered, she was immediately surrounded and attacked by a large group of goblins.

Despite suffering heavy casualties, these loyal goblins are able to maintain a standoff with her for the time being.

Meanwhile, Phil, who followed the group of players out of the tent, quickly identified the newcomer from the layers of adventurer metal identification tags that covered the female assassin's body like fish scales, thanks to her cat-like night vision.

"...Meow! Oh, it's Sister Funny!"

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—Clementine, one of Ainz Ooal Gown's early enemies in the original OVERLORD manga. Because of her morbid smile, which in the anime resembles the internet slang "funny," she earned the nickname "Funny Sister": since she enjoys torturing newbies, she naturally often finds herself in a comical state.

In the original OVERLORD manga, this clown is a typical master of courting death. When she kidnapped the young apothecary Enfield, she casually slaughtered all four silver-ranked rookies of the Black Sword who were adventuring with Ainz Ooal Gown. Their deaths were so gruesome that Ainz Ooal Gown was displeased and, in a fit of rage, killed her while still holding her in his arms. Before dying, she urinated and vomited, making her death all the more comical...

But what puzzled Phil was that the entire OVERLORD storyline had already fallen apart, so why was she still here to cause trouble?

Could it be that this "funny girl" still hasn't given up on using the [Wise Man's Crown], and even fantasizes about storming Ainz's camp alone, finding the young apothecary Enfilea amidst thousands of troops, and kidnapping her?

If that's really the case, then Phil can only say that this "funny sister" is truly courting death...

Just as Phil was pondering this, Clementine noticed someone coming out of the tent and her eyes lit up.

—Although she had easily crushed goblins before, seemingly effortlessly wielding her blade and splattering blood, she actually knew the bitterness she had endured.

As an assassin, her standard tactic should be "if the attack fails, retreat a thousand miles away," not to get entangled in a prolonged battle for the sake of momentary impulse. Such reckless actions often result in her having her magical items and stamina exhausted by a large group of henchmen, ultimately leading to her capture.

Although the goblins blocking her path were utterly weak in Clementine's eyes, this was, after all, enemy territory, and as time went on, the number of enemies attacking would only increase. No matter how confident she was in her bravery, she couldn't possibly wipe out an entire army camp by herself.

In this awkward situation, if she still doesn't want to return empty-handed, the best approach is to first capture the leader...

So, after letting out a long breath, Clementine once again leaped forward, charging towards the crowd in front of the tent. At the same time, he unleashed four martial arts techniques in quick succession: [Swift Wind Walk], [Super Evasion], [Ability Boost], and [Super Ability Boost]!

In an instant, the goblin soldiers blocking her way were all easily knocked away, like wild dogs blocking a car.

The men who came out of the tent also threw several swords at her in a panic, but Clementine dodged them all.

The next moment, Clementine successfully broke through the goblin guards' blockade and charged into the crowd in front of the tent. With several fierce flying kicks and a sweeping motion of his meteor hammer, he immediately knocked down a large number of these seemingly tough men, and the rest fled in panic.

"...Ugh, so weak! They're really too weak! They feel even weaker than those goblins from before! It wasn't satisfying at all!"

Seeing that the situation seemed to be under control, Clementine's face once again revealed a disdainful and contemptuous smile. At the same time, he reached out and dragged up one of the most luxuriously dressed, muscular male magicians, put his right hand around his neck, and pressed a dripping, short cone against his temple with his left hand, threatening in a flippant tone:

"...Hey! You old magician, if you don't want me to crack a hole in your skull, then order your goblin followers to back off right now! And hand over your most valuable treasures, or I might break a few of your fingers!"

"...Hehe, little girl, although my current level is low and my strength is weak, I am not someone you can insult at will!"

Titus, the retired court mage player who was caught, simply smiled coldly, "...I'm not playing anymore! Emergency logout!"

Then, with Clementine's surprised expression, the muscular magician actually turned into countless spots of light in her arms and disappeared completely!

Before Clementine could even catch her breath from the unexpected turn of events, she regained her composure. A series of dazzling magical portals opened before her, and six pretty women dressed in maid outfits emerged from them.

Although these maids were all beautiful, even stunningly beautiful, they all exuded a terrifying aura that made her tremble and convulse.

Under their gaze, Clementine felt like a little rabbit being stared at by hungry wolves, unable to even muster the thought of running away.

Next, one of the black-haired maids, with a cold and stern gaze, spoke to her in a tone of disdain and disgust:

"...As punishment for disturbing the Supreme Being, you lowly fly, have you thought about how you want to die?"

In that instant, "Sister Funny" felt like she was doomed...

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A few moments later, the corpses in front of the tent were cleared away, and apart from Titus, the retired court mage player who had logged off, the other veteran players also received treatment.

Meanwhile, the cat Firi crouched in the corner, using the [Message] magic to communicate with Ainz Ooal Gown.

"...Ah, Ainz-san, thank you so much for sending the entire Pleiades Maid Corps as reinforcements after receiving my distress signal! Well, everything's fine here now, except for one old gentleman who's logged off, the other big shots are all doing well..."

What? Is this female assassin a harassment unit sent by the city's garrison? She doesn't seem like it. To me, she's more like a lone female thief trying to make a quick buck amidst the chaos. If the garrison really sent someone for a night raid, they wouldn't have sent just one person, would they?

Also, there's a rather eccentric big shot who seems quite fond of this female assassin, so I instructed Soluka (whose true form is a slime battle maid) to render her harmless and then give her to that big shot as a gift, instead of bringing her here for interrogation.

"Hmm, how was the harmless disposal done? It involved melting away everything on the female assassin's body, including her limbs, then stopping the bleeding and performing magical healing, before putting a magic-suppressing collar on her, turning her into a completely harmless human body pillow. That big shot was very pleased with this..."

After ending her call with Ainz Ooal Gown, Firi had just stretched and stood up when she heard a series of loud, violent thuds coming from a nearby tent, along with a man's muffled groans of pleasure and a woman's high-pitched, mournful cries.

—It seems that Commander Dexter is quite fond of the limbless "Wild Horse Body Pillow" by the comical lady…

For soldiers, it would be very exciting and enjoyable to ride horses during the day and ride female assassins and female prisoners at night to relax, right?

On the other hand, for Clementine, this "comedic sister," this ending wasn't too bad. Although she lost her clothes, belongings, martial arts skills, and limbs, and was subjected to being sexually assaulted in various positions every day, at least she didn't die, and she basically couldn't cause any more trouble.

However, just as Phili turned around to find a place to rest, he heard a sudden uproar from the distant fortress city of Ye Lantier, followed by a continuous stream of firelight that turned the night sky a crimson red.

"...Tonight is truly bizarre! What kind of trouble has arisen in the city this time?"

Chapter 160, The Haunting of the Dead

The fortress city of Yelantil, with its cemetery.

Since the city was surrounded by enemy forces, all the city's troops were being mobilized to the city walls and towers, so the number of soldiers guarding the cemetery had decreased significantly.

Under the dim, magical light, an elderly militiaman holding a long gun yawned wearily, gazing absently into the depths of the cemetery.

Compared to usual, the cemetery is quite quiet tonight. It's past midnight and there isn't a single skeleton to be seen.

Normally, at least one or two skeletons or zombies would crawl out and cause trouble every night.

Overall, the number of undead creatures seems to have decreased significantly in the past two days.

This was truly a fortunate thing, because due to the mayor's order to prepare for war, most of the troops guarding the cemetery had been withdrawn to reinforce the various city walls and towers, so much so that he was the only one guarding the cemetery gate tonight.

If the spirits were to roam at this time, the chances of this veteran dying would probably be terrifyingly high.

In fact, even if only a few undead creatures crawled out, it was still a very troublesome thing for him.

If it were just skeletons and zombies, even if there were a lot of them, he could barely handle them thanks to the high walls of the cemetery and the bunkers at the entrance.

But if you encounter a ghost, that's troublesome. That thing is just a phantom, and it's useless to slash at it with swords or knives. Even hiding in a bunker won't protect you.

Fortunately, the ghosts didn't have much attack power... These militiamen, who brought their own weapons and rations, couldn't afford magical items to counter the undead!

Of course, among the undead, ghosts are by no means particularly terrifying.

Even more terrifying are the bone worms, also known as skeleton centipedes. They are giant centipedes formed from hundreds or thousands of skeletons, taller than a house when they stand upright! He had only encountered one in his life, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to move!

If it weren't for a few Mithril and Orichalcum adventurers who happened to arrive nearby to help him out, he would probably be dead by now.

Sigh, when it comes to defeating monsters, it's the adventurers' duty, so why should these citizens have to guard the tomb?

The old militiaman, whose hair and beard were already gray, sighed helplessly and grumbled silently in his heart.

In fact, he understood the reason: hiring adventurers cost money, while conscripting militia was free.

According to the kingdom's laws, in addition to paying taxes, the citizens of the city of Ye Lantier were also required to serve in the army for the king.

Every year, the city hall of Yelantil selects a group of young and middle-aged citizens to serve as unpaid militiamen, carrying weapons and protective gear provided by the government, and to perform life-threatening voluntary labor in order to keep the city running.

Of course, the militia were also divided into different ranks. The best positions were guarding the city gates and the municipal government residence, which not only looked more respectable, but also often offered some extra income.

The worst off are those who guard the cemetery. Not only is there no reward, but they also have to fight the undead day and night. They have to pay the taxes to the authorities, fight the undead, and risk their lives. They are not even given food, and there is no compensation for death or injury. They don't even get a copper coin's worth of allowance, yet they have to risk their lives for voluntary labor. It's truly unbearable...

Moreover, they were just a group of armed civilians, whose combat experience and skills were no match for seasoned adventurers. Therefore, the tomb-guarding militia's casualty rate remained consistently high, and they didn't even reimburse medical expenses—no wonder this old militiaman was so full of complaints.

However, no matter how deep his resentment was, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue guarding the tomb entrance and exterminating the dead, daring not to slack off in the slightest. Otherwise, if a major outbreak of the dead occurred, his relatives and family members living in the city would be the first to suffer...

Even the most ignorant person has probably heard of how these undead creatures that crawl out of their graves treat the living.

"...Cold, merciless gazes fixed ahead, on a race that, though dead, is immortal and eternally hates the living, yearning for their crimson blood and agonizing cries to satisfy their empty hearts...Where the army of the undead passes, not a blade of grass remains..."

Although the fortress city of Yelantil is currently under siege by a powerful enemy army and could fall at any moment, even if the city is captured and a new ruler takes over, the tasks of guarding the cemetery and suppressing the undead still need to be done!

Facing the chilly wind of the early spring night, the old militiaman was lost in thought, hoping that the night would pass peacefully.

As for what tomorrow's city battle will look like, he dares not think about it, nor does he want to think about it anymore.