Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

The fact was just as Ivy expected. Sera didn't even sit down for fifty seconds in the arena south of Rose City, and she already started to regret it.

"Fake match, shady story!" Sera clenched her fists regretfully, "I should really listen to you, Ivy. A silver coin and a copper coin are just wasted!"

"These gladiators are completely different from what the notice says!"

In the gladiatorial arena, the last remaining gladiator was chased by three dire wolves and was running all over the place. Let alone fight back, it was difficult to even save his life.

If he can still maintain a little bit of calmness and rationality, and use the terrain and traps on the field to deal with it, he might be able to survive until the end of the game. In this way, even though he loses the game and has no sense of honor at all, at least he can still stay. The next life. But from the looks of it, if he had to run around the field for at least two more times, he would become food for the dire wolf.

The equipment of the three gladiators all have various problems, and they are also severely malnourished. On the other hand, the three dire wolves are fat and strong. If you say that there is no shady story, I am afraid no one will believe it.

But the audience doesn't care, and neither do the operators. Only the gamblers and gladiators themselves lament the unfairness of fate.

"Generally speaking, a senior gladiatorial gambler usually has inside information about some competitions. The more capable ones will choose to see these contestants with their own eyes, whether they are humans or animals."

Ivy explained: "More generally speaking, the outcome of this kind of competition is already predetermined. Who loses and who wins is intentional, and few people can break the rules."

"I don't agree with what you said. Gladiatorial combat is the crystallization of courage and wisdom. It is..."

When Ivy explained to Sera the details behind this kind of gladiatorial battle, an audience member sitting next to her was unhappy and immediately turned around to refute.

"Perhaps it was once, but now it is just a puddle of mud for people to have fun and make money, which is far from the real battle——"

Naturally, Ivy would not let a stranger refute her. However, when the audience and Ivy met their eyes, they both opened their mouths half-open and froze in place.

"Ivy de Capellon?!"

"Constance Hauteville?!"

"I thought you had died in some unknown wilderness a long time ago, and even your bones were gnawed by hyenas!"

"Ha, you are going to be disappointed!" Ivy snorted, "Compared to you, a coward like you, I am much stronger now!"

"Then I don't see it," the female audience member who is familiar with Ivy but whose relationship is not very harmonious at first sight also curled her lips, "You don't even agree with the spiritual connotation of gladiatorial combat!"

"Uh, excuse me Ivy," Ron patted Ivy on the shoulder who was about to have a seizure, "Miss, don't you introduce it to us?"

"Huh? Oh," Ivy turned her head, the sharpness in her eyes narrowed a little, "This guy's name is Constance Otterwell, my cousin, and she is also a half-elf. There is nothing worth introducing. She has been a half-elf since she was a child. Cowards without courage still only dare to watch gladiatorial games to strengthen their courage."

Generally speaking, half-elves like to get along with their own race, because only their compatriots can truly understand the hardships of living between the two races, and this Constance is Ivy's cousin. Logically speaking, the two should have a good relationship. yes.

However, as Ron saw it, they were almost enemies.

"This guy inherited her father's black hair, but as you can see, the quality of his hair is ridiculously poor and it hasn't improved over the years."

"That's nonsense!" Constance was about to get angry, but at a glance she saw a middle-aged man who was as fat as a ball, turned around, quickly adjusted his appearance, and sat down dignifiedly, pretending to be a quiet lady.

"It can be seen that she has received a good education, but she is not very... explicit when communicating with you." Sylvia commented.

"Connie, what's going on?" The overweight middle-aged man turned around with difficulty and asked with concern, "You seemed to be quarreling with someone just now?"

"Absolutely not, father," Constance replied obediently, "It's just... my friend, it's been too long since we last met."

"'Father'?!"

Ivy's eyes widened in shock, and her voice rose a full octave: "Constance, do you know what you are doing?! You said this bald, fat, brown-red haired man is my uncle?!"

"Do you dare to swear to my aunt's spirit in heaven again?!"

"This is my adoptive father, Ivy," Constance said coldly. "After my mother, who was as windy as you, died in an adventure, my biological father also passed away twenty years ago."

"These aunts and uncles all know it, but you just want to follow your heart and go on that damn adventure!"

"If Mr. Hendrix hadn't adopted me, I don't know how I would have spent all these years!"

"Connie!" Constance's adoptive father looked at Constance in shock, "You never told me that you had cousins!"

"Yes, father, I'm sorry," Constance sighed, "As you can see, my cousin and I have not had a good relationship since childhood, so even under those circumstances, I am not willing to go to her family..."

"No, no, no, I don't mean to blame you," Hendrix waved his hands quickly, "You have been with me for fifteen years, you are my family! I am just surprised by this - this lady is also from Rose City, right? May I ask what your family is -"

"The De Capellen family," Ivy nodded to the other party, "My father is Daniel De Capellen, the owner of the Night Wind Tavern."

"I was really shocked just now, please forgive me for my impoliteness."

"It's okay, it's okay! I know old Daniel, your parents are a well-known couple in the whole Rose City, not to mention that he helped me a few days ago!" Hendrix laughed, "It seems that this is fate!"

"Excuse me, you are not Yuniel Cindy Hendrix?" Victoria raised her eyebrows, Rose City is really too small.

"It's me?" Hendrix looked at Victoria with a smile, waiting for her next words.

"I heard that you seem to have encountered some troubles recently. I happen to be a pastor, maybe I can help you solve it-"

"Oh, did old Daniel tell you?" Hendricks waved his hand to interrupt Victoria's words, "We can talk about work problems during working hours. There is no rush. Compared to this-"

"Miss Ivy seemed to have some complaints about fighting just now. I wonder if you have any advice?"