Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"This gem?" Ron held up the eclipse gem and shook his head with a smile, "It's no use. The effect of this thing is to release otherworld detection once a day, thereby establishing a spiritual connection with a mysterious entity and asking for the answer to the question. ”

"It is completely useless against a slave instructor who is a bandit. I'd better go with you tomorrow."

In the mines outside Carolina City, the labor force was almost all slaves or ordinary people who were almost reduced to slavery. These people were not considered "citizens" in Carolina and could only engage in this kind of heavy and dangerous manual labor. The dark wooden houses they live in surround the mine, which is both their home and their prison.

A faint yellow haze lingers over the entire mining area. All creatures that stay here for a long time will suffer from serious lung diseases. Therefore, even the foremen and instructors who supervise the slaves will not easily approach the area surrounded by wooden houses. within.

As long as the slaves don't run away, no one cares whether they slow down their work - they will collect the ore collected for a day from each worker outside the wooden house when the sun sets, and if they don't pay enough, there will be no gruel mixed with sawdust. Eat, and get a good beating.

In order to survive, slaves could only work as hard as they could to get enough food.

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"Wouldn't some people give up on themselves?" The mission gradually approached the mine. Listening to Zhuoer's story, Dreyfudou frowned, "In our place, occasionally there are slaves who simply do nothing and let themselves be killed. We kill for pleasure."

"Yes, but there will be people to stop them," Seymour shrugged, "but there are also people supervising the mines."

"Even in such a dehumanized place, there are still people who will try their best to make themselves better off."

"Those stronger slaves," Sylvia raised her cane and motioned the goblin hunter to look at a strong man over there who had just walked out of the cabin with a big belly. "Did you see that guy? He should be a 'caretaker' ”

"Although they are also slaves, they have realized a better way of life: by using their physical strength on their companions instead of stones, they can get more living supplies."

"They force other slaves to do more work to earn food for them. If you want to give up, you will only end up with a more miserable ending," Seymour curled his lips, "It's really sad, isn't it?"

"Obviously they themselves are being oppressed by slave masters. Look at that man's yellow and black skin, he himself is also suffering from lung disease. But as long as you see other people who are worse off than them, even here is better than heaven. ”

"Have you ever dealt with them?" Ron glanced at Zhuoer, "You don't seem to be affected by the environment."

"The dangerous places underground are even worse than here. My benefactor, you see, I am a male drow, and I was born to go into danger for the priestesses." Seymour smiled, "But you are right, I do I dealt with conservators, and even later, I was one of them.”

"This is why I had the opportunity to contact Sylvia and find the opportunity to run away - ordinary slaves who are exploited by both parties do not have the time and energy to think about this."

Ivy, who was walking in front, stopped and was silent for a moment: "Tell me Seymour, how does it feel to go from being oppressed to oppressing others?"

"Too bad, I'm serious," the drow assassin spread his hands, "I prefer to train or teach others, but definitely not in this way - otherwise there is no need for me to come out of the Underdark, you said Right?"

"...I'm sure what you said is true."

In the training ground outside the mine, Ron and the others met the "scythe". This is one of the few areas nearby that is not harmed by mining dust, so many slaves are eager to join the training queue in order to get fresh air.

But under the above situation, most of the members here are "custodians". Other slaves lack nutrition and energy supplements, and it is almost impossible to pass the screening.

"Are you the lord of Delusion Land?" The muscular half-orc, dragging a giant scythe with one hand, swayed over and looked Ron up and down. "It seems that there is no such thing as Delusion Land." The legend is so scary, even a sissy spell caster can occupy the top of a mountain and become the king."

"But that's none of my business. I'm Sickle. I heard that you've been asking about me recently. What do you want to do?"

The orc had a thick, uneven beard that seemed to prick him when he spoke, forcing him to scratch his chin frequently.

"We heard that you are one of the best slave instructors here. Not only are the death squads you brought out outstanding, but you are also extremely brave." Quest stood behind Ron, "So our adults want to come and observe." , and also let the instructors under my command learn from the experience.”

"Ah, that's right. I am indeed the best in Carolina." Hearing Quest's compliment, Sickle's face turned cloudy. "I heard that you once killed an entire death squad? What a pity that's not the case. I taught you, otherwise you wouldn’t have the chance to be here today!”

"Hey, you lazy idiots, get some training done by me! This lord wants to watch you train!"

"As for you guys..." After scolding his subordinates, Sickle turned around again and glanced at Ron and others suspiciously, finally stopping at Sera. "Isn't that instructor of yours who wants to observe? Her?"

"ha."

Sera smiled evilly at the orc, and Sickle felt as if he was being targeted by some giant beast, and involuntarily took a half step back.

Although he generally dismissed people like Ron, he felt a little fear from the bottom of his heart towards this strong woman.

Look at the big sword on her back. If they wanted to propose a spar, what reason should she find to refuse? Have diarrhea today?

This instructor, who has long been accustomed to beating and scolding slaves, still knows how much he weighs - the wild woman in front of him may not be able to tear a demon with her bare hands, how could he be her opponent!

Fortunately, Ron's first words dispelled his doubts. The young lord took a step to the side and gave way to the drow assassin behind him: "I'm sorry, Sera is not responsible for training matters. You are our instructor. Seymour, this is Mr. Sickle."

"Nice to meet you," a strange smile appeared on Seymour's dark face, staring at Sickle, "I think we have met before, am I right, Sickle?"

I don’t feel like I’m in good shape lately. Maybe it’s easy to become lazy after two hours a day (laughs)

Take advantage of the fact that there are few things to do today~