Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 68 Murloc Paladin

"That's right. I am very pleased to hear that the people on the land know us," Devin Booker opened and closed his mouth. Although his expression could not be seen, his satisfaction could be heard. "But we have never done anything beyond our duties, so there is no need to show respect. Everything is for a great cause."

Ron remembered that Quest had said the same thing, but he was obviously not referring to the same person. Perhaps there were some races in this world, or some individuals within them, that were indeed quite united.

"So your clan's mission is to expel evil elemental creatures?" Victoria nodded. "Then your presence here, does it mean that there are also evil elemental creatures here?"

"A defeated enemy, not worth mentioning," Devin Booker said with disdain, "Although we paid a heavy price, we have driven it back to the elemental plane. The residents on the ground can rest assured."

"However, those evildoers serve a more powerful evil. We are unable to eliminate them, so we can only stay here and wait for them to tire themselves out."

"So, there is a more powerful being here that enslaves your enemy?" Ron asked.

"That's right," the Triton Centurion nodded slightly. "I'm sorry, but there are still limits to what we can do."

"Can you tell me what you know?" Ron asked. "We are also investigating related matters, but the time is a long time ago and there have been a lot of changes, so many clues have disappeared in the wind and cannot be traced."

After that, Ron told the other party the key points of what they knew above.

“Civilization develops, clears…” Devin Booker listened, before muttering at last, “How… sad.”

"Actually, it's not that sad. After all, the Hailan Empire is not a good thing..." Ivy muttered.

"There is nothing more sad than when evil succumbs to a greater evil."

The triton's voice trembled from time to time: "If that's the case, what's the point of us guarding here for nine hundred years? As long as the source doesn't stop, the water will flow."

"We are trying to prevent this from happening, hoping to solve the problem at its source," Ron said. "Of course, we would be very happy if we could rely on the power of the Freshwater Corps—"

"The Freshwater Army is no more," Devin Booker's voice was sad, "and the Fourth Army is no more."

"Ninety years ago, we sensed the stench of water giants coming from the water here. As we were searching, we fell into the trap set by those cunning water giants."

"Although we won the victory with great difficulty, we also suffered heavy losses. The remaining comrades also died one after another during the defense, either because of serious injuries or because of the end of their lives."

"Now I am left alone. But - I will continue this great cause until the last moment of my life!"

"As long as I am still alive, I will never let any villain disturb this place!"

When Devin Booker said this, a faint silver glow appeared on his body, so holy. "That!" Victoria's face changed immediately when she saw this, "Please forgive me for asking such an undignified question: If I am not dazzled just now, you should have given your body and mind to--"

"Pledge, yes." Given that tritons typically live for two hundred years, Devin Booker is undoubtedly middle-aged, but his eyes and voice are still firm when he talks about this.

"The threats we face are cunning, powerful, and beyond reason. We must always be vigilant against their corruption; never accept gifts or favors from the evil spirits or their allies. Be loyal to your mission, loyal to your comrades, and loyal to your duty. I am a shield against the endless horrors of the elemental planes. My blade must always be sharp, and my mind must always be clear."

"I see, I see. Be vigilant, loyal, and disciplined," Victoria saluted Devin Booker with respect, "May the Watcher be with you, respectable Paladin."

Paladin?!

Ron looked in astonishment at the murloc who was dressed in rags, had an ugly appearance, and even had a beer belly. Although it was wrong to judge a person by his appearance, he could not connect this murloc with a paladin anyway.

And if he didn't misjudge the color of the other person's aura and didn't hear the content of his oath wrongly, then he should be a Silver Knight - that is, a holy knight who abides by the oath of watch!

"I have never understood your god, but your teachings should be similar to mine," the fishman saluted Victoria. "If you have nothing else to do, please leave. I should be able to guard this place for another ninety years. I hope you will prosper in martial arts and be able to clear the haze here."

"Aren't you going to go out with us?" Ron asked, "You are alone now. If there really are evil elements coming back, how will you deal with it and how will you warn them?"

"Why don't you join us in finding out the underlying problem and then think of a solution..."

"I appreciate your kindness," Devin Booker waved his huge fish head, "but this place must be guarded, and I cannot leave without permission. As for my compatriots...if you have the opportunity, you can use this method to find a mermaid tribe that believes in Ula, and they will bring news of this place to their people."

"As for...between us, I have a feeling we will meet again."

When he said the last sentence, Devin Booker finally corrected the poor pronouns. Although Ron couldn't hear his laughter or see his smile, he always felt that the centurion was smiling when he said the last sentence.

"In that case, we won't bother you anymore." Ron stopped insisting after his persuasion failed. Before taking a deep breath and diving underwater again, he asked another question.

"Your army arrived at a time close to the destruction of Green Swamp Town. Have you ever seen gems with magical powers falling here?"

This was just a casual question from Ron. They now knew of two entrances to the underground river. The older one was dug by Aikthuri, and the closer one was a well dug by the villagers. There was almost no possibility that the remaining six gem keys would fall into the river.

But to everyone's surprise, Devin Booker actually nodded: "Yes, I have seen one."

"But the water djinn carrying it escaped from the Material Plane and entered a portal."

(End of this chapter)