Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 97 Carolina's Revenge

After finishing all this, four Rons (three of them were mirror images) breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly opened the door of the conference room and walked towards his own room.

What Ron didn't notice was that in the shadow behind him, an assassin with his neck and limbs all broken was lying in the corner, while a figure with a long tail was quickly disappearing in the darkness.

"Get ready, he's about to walk in. Yes, the assassin in the conference room failed to complete his mission."

The tiefling was holding a strange stone in his hand and was whispering to someone. After finishing, he immediately rushed to the next room.

Mindatis attributed the failure of the slave-hunting team entirely to Dark Circle's incompetence, so this time, Quest joined the assassination operation as a supervisor and coordinator.

Although he was active and had won trust with his previous experience and level as a spy, it was foreseeable that due to the insufficient level of these assassins and the excessive vigilance of Ron and others, they would suffer another humiliating defeat.

"click"

Ron pressed the doorknob of his bedroom and walked into his room. It was dark inside, without any light.

There are magic lamps in this world, but Ron and his friends obviously did not have enough financial resources to afford them when decorating the house, so they still had to do the lighting themselves. One of the few differences between Ron and the others was that he did not need to lower the chandelier and light it with candles. Magic could solve this problem for him.

But just as Ron snapped his fingers and a tiny flame ignited, a strong wind blew from behind his head!

Even though Ron was fully prepared, he still didn't have time to react!

"Hey!"

The pair of daggers were sharp enough to cut through iron like mud, and with the attacker's superb skills, Ron would have no chance of survival if he was hit. However, the opponent misjudged Ron's position in this fatal blow, and the dagger only scratched Ron's mirror image.

"Who are you?!" Ron turned his wrist and immediately retracted the ignition gesture that was originally a fake move. He put his thumbs together, spread the other fingers, and a flame spurted out from between his fingers. The burning hand instantly ignited the door, and also ignited the assassin who had already swung the third knife but failed again due to the interference of the haze.

"The person who wants your life!"

The assassin tore off his burning black coat, revealing the leather armor underneath, and attacked again with the dagger in hand.

Ron's mirror technique was strangled by the opponent in an instant. Thanks to the protection of false life, the assassin's only hit in the high-frequency attack hit the illusory skin, and Ron only suffered minor skin injuries.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ron turned over to avoid the next knife. As a small straight piece of iron turned to ashes in his hand, the assassin's figure wielding the dagger suddenly stopped halfway, and Ron took this opportunity to rush out of the door, shouting for help!
It's not that he didn't want to fight back, but in the small space of the bedroom, after seeing the opponent's skills, Ron quickly made a judgment - he had no chance to fight back!
"Want to escape?"

The duration of human immobilization spells can only last for a minute at most, and Ron obviously didn't have that much luck. Before he could run a few steps, the assassin behind him had already caught up with him: "You can't go anywhere, prepare to die!"

Seeing the assassin behind him approaching rapidly, Ron fell forward and narrowly avoided the opponent's backstab. When he turned around, he used a poison gas splash trick to temporarily push the opponent back a few steps.

"You mages have so many tricks."

The assassin accidentally swallowed the poison gas and spat it on the ground twice. He walked towards Ron with a grin again: "But unfortunately, it's useless!"

"Your employer wants you to die tonight, and you won't see tomorrow's sun!" After saying that, the assassin raised the dagger and stabbed Ron in the heart!
The sharp dagger instantly pierced through the skin and flesh, accurately hitting the heart. As the tip of the knife stirred, the surrounding blood vessels were also quickly cut off.

However, when blood dripped onto Ron's face, he did not feel any pain at all.

After all, he wasn't the one who was injured.

When the attacker behind the assassin closed the assassin's eyes and then slowly laid him flat on the ground, Ron saw the devilish face again.

"I'm sorry to use you as bait," Quest smiled apologetically, "These Carolina assassins all have enchanted tattoos on their bodies that record the last perspective they saw in their lives."

"The angle of this guy's ambush was too tricky. I can't kill him quietly like that one."

Quest pointed to the body at the door of the conference room.

"Thank goodness for you, otherwise I wouldn't even know how I died," Ron stood up with Quest's help. "If they want to kill me, they probably don't need to use such a big force, right?"

"That's not necessary, because their target is all of you." Quest glanced at the other people's bedrooms with some concern. "I'm sorry that I can only focus on your safety, and they..."

"Bang!"

"Ron!" A door was kicked open, and Ron and Quest saw Ivy rushing out with a sword in her hand. Her pajamas were stained red with a lot of blood, and she looked over here anxiously.

"God bless you, I'm so glad you're okay!"

Ivy glanced at Quest and the two bodies on the ground, and finally let go of her worries: "I heard your cry for help, but these bastards are obviously not ordinary assassins. It took me some effort to deal with them!"

"How are you?" Ron saw Ivy covered in blood and rushed over to check.

"Hey! Hey! Don't touch me!" Ivy quickly pushed Ron away. "I'm fine. I just have a cut on my arm. It's not a big deal. How are the others?"

"I'm fine!"

Driver and Victoria's rooms were opened almost at the same time. Victoria's face was calm, without any sign of panic.

"I have the habit of praying before going to bed. The assassin was discovered as soon as he came in," the priest held a bloody statue of Heim in his hand. "His dagger did not pierce my armor, but I finally got the chance and killed him with one blow."

"You're still wearing scale armor even in your own home..." Ivy was shocked, "What about when you sleep?"

"Change to leather armor," Victoria said, as if she was stating a common fact. "Scale armor is indeed uncomfortable."

"What about you, Driver?" Ron looked at the goblin. The large number of rats that emerged from his room seemed to have proved that he was safe, but he still wanted to confirm it for the sake of insurance.

(End of this chapter)