Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Ron, don't scare him," Liya walked over with a long bow, looking up and down at this man who looked tall and thick, but always acted like the weaker side, "My tavern happens to be short of a cook. , why not just let me take him away."

"Mom?!" Ivy's eyes suddenly widened, "Didn't you listen to Sylvia? This is a murderer!"

"Huh, a murderer?" The former long archer curled his lips in disdain, "In my eyes, he is just a little kid."

Regarding Baka's "glorious deeds", the elf showed no concern: "Tricking ordinary people who have no power to restrain a chicken into the kitchen and killing them to make dishes. What kind of murderer is this? I didn't even bother when I was an adult. Don’t play this kind of house trick.”

Liya walked up to Baka and punched the cannibal cook on the shoulder: "But I have stopped doing that kind of thing now, so if you are willing to come to Rose City with me, you can only do it honestly and seriously." Dish, do you know?”

"Yes, yes! Madam, as long as you let me go, I will listen to you in everything!" Baka nodded in agreement like a chicken pecking at rice. When Liya punched him, he just felt My bones will be broken.

This is an elf, this is an elf? ! He also used elves to cook dishes, but the ingredients were not much different from ordinary people!

"Ms. Leah once participated in the siege of the Hyland Empire as a longbowman," Ron knocked Baka unintentionally, "and elves generally don't become adults until they are one hundred years old, so you'd better take what she said seriously. Listen."

One hundred years old? The corners of Baka's mouth twitched. It has been more than a hundred years since the collapse of the Hailan Empire! Doesn't this mean that this female elf has lived for at least two hundred years?

Calculating this, even if she kills one person a year, it will be more than she has murdered in her entire life!

For a moment, Baca didn't know whether to be happy or fearful - this lady was from the Rose City, and it should be easy to protect herself from being tried by Carolina; but was it really a good choice to work for her by herself?

But even though Baka was undecided, the situation at this moment was completely beyond his control. After repeated considerations, Baka still swore to sign an employment contract with the other party, dedicate the rest of his life to the Night Breeze Tavern, and only cook dishes in the usual sense, and would never engage in the previous business again.

"It's better to kill him according to my wishes," Ron shrugged, "But since it's Aunt Leah's wish, that's fine."

"You might as well kill him," Daniel whispered close to Ron. "This way, it will be difficult for me to use the guest as an excuse in the future."

"After all, you are also a member of the Rose Council. Why do you sit around the pot and smoke all day long?" Liya glanced at her husband, "I heard that the normal dishes in his restaurant are pretty good. It should free you."

Daniel didn't speak, but just glanced at Baka sadly, making the cook's hair stand on end - this poet was planning to find an opportunity to kill him, this must be the case!

Since the Lord of the Rose Council was here as a guarantee, the Carolina patrol that came later naturally pretended to be deaf and let Baka go, but only took down his restaurant and those thugs as scapegoats. It is conceivable that there will be a number of high-priced slaves entering the market in Carolina in the future.

But these are no longer important to Ron and the others. They only have one last thing left at the moment: the instructor who abused Seymour.

On the one hand, because of the strange elf that Seymour and the others encountered before, Ron and others did not act rashly, but chose to remain silent for a while and then attack before finally leaving; on the other hand, these people in Carolina The instructors who train slaves usually stay reclusive, and Ron didn't find a suitable excuse to get close to them, so the matter was delayed for nearly a week before he finally got the chance.

"The joint in Carolina has finally been opened." On this day, Quest knocked on Ron's door. "Tomorrow morning, we can use the excuse of 'observation' to see the instructor in a mine outside the city. "

"In the mine?" Ron was stunned for a moment, "Shouldn't it be the training ground? You said it wrong."

"He's right," Seymour followed closely and walked in. "A slave is still a slave after all. Only someone like me who has two skills and has performed well in several assessments can be called the Death Squadron." Reservists and other statuses are freed from the shackles of hard labor. Even if other slaves are selected as trainable targets, they still have to work for eight hours a day. "

"Eight hours? How long will your training take?"

"Eight hours," Seymour played with the dagger in his hand, "eight hours of hard work, eight hours of training, and eight hours of rest. However, because the instructors and foremen need to catch up, the last eight hours are often given evenly to the first two. It’s not much, maybe four or five hours.”

"It will be kept for at least four hours," Quest interjected. "It is said that this is a rule left from the Hyland Empire. Slaves should have four hours to ensure rest - but in fact, except for elves and undead creatures, Most other races require much longer periods of rest."

"Even if the elves are reduced to slaves, they are still considered 'first-class slaves.'" Seymour showed a joking smile. "This is thanks to the efforts of my cousins ​​on the earth."

"But the instructor I want to avenge is a pervert. The slaves under him don't even have four hours of meditation time, and they are often interrupted." When talking about this, the hatred in Zhuo Er's words almost flowed out. "If you can kill him, it will be a good thing for the slaves in Carolina."

"What's his name?" Ron put down the spell book seized from the necromancer's home. "I just learned a few new tricks these days. As long as you know the target's real name, you can curse him to a certain extent."

"Unfortunately, no one knows his real name," Quest smiled helplessly, "Most of these instructors are recruited robbers and bandit leaders. Even in the official list of Carolina, they are all their nicknames."

"Take the upcoming Take the instructor who will die, for example. His registered name is ‘Sickle’. ”

“Sickle?”

“Yes, because his most commonly used weapon is a giant sickle. It is said that he was once a hired worker on a farm. For some reason, he became a desperado after killing the farmer. When Carolina recruited instructors to train slaves, this person took this opportunity to clear himself. Even I can’t find out more details. ”

“So it’s unrealistic for you to sit here and make things difficult for him - but didn’t you seize the eclipse gem from Henry Robertson’s wizard tower? Why not try it with it?”

“It?”

Ron and the others focused their eyes on the desk at the same time. The gem with a strong magical aura was lying quietly in the shadow of the pile of books.