Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Okay, now we know why those murals and texts were erased," the goblin hunter hugged his shoulders, "this guy can pass through walls like a real ghost, and at the same time he can do odd jobs like an ordinary servant."

"How convenient..." Sylvia murmured, "Nighthounds will never be able to do these things - it can definitely do more than just wipe the wall."

So... everyone's eyes naturally turned back to the pile of bones - if there has always been such a group of arcane servants here, even from the numbering, why did this body die here?

Ron's mind flashed through various science fiction films such as AI rebellion and self-awareness awakening leading to human extinction. But a work is a work after all. The fact that arcane servants can also possess the characteristics of a spirit body is the result of the creator's great thought. They can never be compatible with a set of advanced thinking patterns - if the creator can do this, then he or they will not be destroyed by their own creations.

Unlike the humans who make robots in those movies, these wizards are all capable of both literature and martial arts and have unique skills.

"Maybe you should clean this side," Ron said calmly to the 2308, "or do you have a model specifically for cleaning the floor and repairing equipment?"

2308 heard what Ron said, but it did not stop its work, but the arcane light on its surface slowly flickered: "Sorry, Wanderer, I can't understand your instructions. No similar items were detected in the 'Spiritual Service' work directory."

Sera stared: "What does it mean?"

"It will only act according to fixed instructions," Ron nodded slightly to the barbarian, "The setting of their spirit body is really convenient, otherwise you will definitely not be able to smash the door with one punch."

Sera was still confused: "Huh?"

"If it is a physical body," Ivy pointed to the door behind them, "they will be blocked by the door when they act according to the instructions, and then all squeezed behind the door-do you think you can kill more than 2,000 of these things in the physical state with one punch?"

The chief lady thought seriously for a while, shook her head and said: "This is impossible-there is not enough room in the corridor."

It turns out that she really started to think about this feasibility!

Ron patted his forehead to get his thoughts back: "2308, you are a 'spiritual servant', right?"

"Yes, a drifter."

"Then search, what projects are you responsible for?"

2308 paused for a moment before resuming his work: "Project one, keep the walls clean; Project two, receive visitors and returning drifters. Project search completed."

Now it was Ron's turn to be dumbfounded: Are these two even slightly related? !

"It seems that we can't find more clues from it," Victoria frowned, "Perhaps finding the rule maker behind these 'spiritual servants' is the key to solving the problem."

According to her thinking, everyone should actually accept the other party's guidance and then act according to circumstances. But now it seems that this arcane servant may be even more confused than them.

"Okay, keep working," Ron nodded, "Let's go down here - Driver, keep exploring."

The goblin looked up: "I don't think it's necessary? Although this place is dusty, there are still people moving around. Who would bury a trap in their own home?"

"Isn't it the nest where you and Kalade used to live?" Ron's words choked back the goblin who was "corrupted" by the civilized world.

The ranger walked to the front again honestly, and the two short blades in his hands knocked on the surrounding walls and floor tiles from time to time. He did this not only to confirm whether there were traps around, but also to test whether that or those spirit servants had some kind of defense mechanism - after all, in their work, keeping the walls clean is even more important than receiving visitors.

However, when the walls on both sides were dirty, except for some spirit servants who passed through the walls one after another and started to clean up, the crowd did not encounter any hostility or obstruction. Those spirit servants seemed to be really just responsible for cleaning, and they didn't care about anything else.

Instead, the goblin hunters checked out traps that were either ineffective or still working.

"Click" made another light sound, and Driver slowly pulled out the knife from the gap between the bricks with a serious expression. With his other hand, he quickly grabbed a piece of rusty metal that was only half the thickness of a gold coin and pulled it out. A crossbow arrow with only half a wooden pole left fell out of the wall.

"It's rotten, but not completely rotten." Driver stretched out two fingers and dug into the hole in the wall, but there was nothing except some muddy paste. "It's similar to the previous ones. They are all crude traps from a long time ago. No matter who set them up, it must not be the one who controlled the spirit servants."

He smeared the mud on the wall, and sure enough, another spirit servant came to clean it up. Ron couldn't help but look back at the road he came from. There was a trap marked or exposed by Driver almost every three or five steps in the corridor, and if he went back ten minutes, the number of traps was less than half.

And there wasn't even a trap at the door.

"How strange..."

"Yeah, it's really strange," Driver clapped his hands and said, "No wonder even if there is only one corridor, those spirit servants are responsible for leading the way - if there is no master like me, everyone will suffer from this."

"Do what you can," Sylvia rolled her eyes, "Almost 80% of the traps here are invalid, and the remaining half are like this one that can't play a full role."

"But if you get one, you will be in trouble," Driver laughed, "This is not a joke, even if these are not fully effective, can you guarantee that your luck is so good?"

This is actually a probability problem, but when it comes to life, no one wants to know what is before the percent sign - as long as it is not 0 or 100.

Who hasn't had a bad time?

Ron subconsciously grabbed the "lucky gold coin" in his pocket. He couldn't feel any blessing power, just to seek peace of mind.

The cold coins became warm, and his brain seemed to rest: "Drivedo, you know more about this. What do you think is the reason why these traps are distributed like this? Generally speaking, we all want to keep intruders out, right?"

But whether it is the bottom of the rift or behind the gate, there are large blank areas. On the contrary, the deeper you go, the more traps there are. (End of this chapter)