Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 101 Western Little Hailan

After ten days.

"Have you heard? Recently, the goblins here have become restless and have left their nests one after another," Wilson shared a glass of light beer with the leader of the adventurers. "All city-states have offered high prices, especially Carolina. They are willing to pay a gold coin for each goblin - can you imagine anything crazier than this?"

"I can't imagine." Ron took the glass and smiled.

"Well, let me tell you something," Wilson laughed. "These goblins only attacked the slave catchers in Carolina! And they freed all the slaves they encountered!"

"The king of these goblins must be the chivalrous knight among the goblins! Cheers - to the goblins!"

One hundred years ago, the Hailan Empire of the elves was attacked by the masses because of its insane slavery policy, but this did not mean that slavery in this world had disappeared from then on. On the contrary, city-states and forces everywhere had more or less traditions of buying and selling slaves, and the Hailan Empire was just one of the radical ones that even its peers could not stand.

As for the city-state of Carolina, people on the west side of the continent usually call it "Little Highland of the West", but due to its relatively limited influence, it has not received widespread attention. But for adventurers and mercenaries, such a city-state being humiliated is something they like to see.

No one wanted to be attacked by a group of Carolina slave catchers when they were at the end of their rope one day - slave owners in other city-states generally would not do such unscrupulous things.

For Ron, what amazed him most was that Karad's efficiency was so high. They would not reach Rose City until tomorrow, but the earth elves had already launched an attack and achieved some phased results.

Is he really destined to be a hobgoblin warlord, or is it just in his blood that he has this gene?
"I heard that the goblins are very powerful now!" The magician in Wilson's team interrupted, "They have infantry, cavalry, and even air force and siege equipment. The next step is to attack Carolina!"

The warlock's name was Luo Wei. She was crazy, but had an extraordinary talent for fire magic. She was much stronger than the bandit warlock Ron had seen before.

"Well, stop listening to the nonsense in the tavern, especially those bards!" Wilson's face was full of disbelief. "When did the goblins have air power? What are they riding, pigeons?"

"As for the siege engines...let me tell you this, if they really want to attack Carolina, I, Wilson, will definitely go and help them!"

"Even if they are goblins?" Driver lowered his head. This ranger had been wrapping himself tightly these days. Wilson and the others mistook him for a shy sunderneath, and no one discovered his identity.

"Even if? What's wrong with goblins? Don't look down on them!" Wilson, under the influence of alcohol, dared to say anything, "If you ask me, goblins are much better than those slave owners! At least goblins are not so cruel to their own kind!"

"Actually, it will..." Driver muttered quietly, but no one heard it.

"Why are you so hostile to Carolina?" Ron looked at Wilson and blinked, "Have they done anything bad to you?"

"'Bad things'? Ha——" the rugged adventurer burped, "You cultured people's words are really annoying. What do you mean by 'bad things'?"

"I have a grudge against them! A deep blood feud!" "Do you know why I became an adventurer? My parents owed a large sum of high-interest loans and couldn't pay it back, so they had no choice but to sell themselves. Carolina is the one who came to claim me!"

"I spent twenty years collecting the ransom and paying off all the debts. Do you know what they said about my parents? They're dead!"

The middle-aged man, who was much stronger than Sera and had more scars on his body, whimpered in his throat; "I can't even find people who were in the same period as them to ask about their situation; I can't even find their graves to offer a bouquet of flowers to thank them..."

"Even children who were kidnapped by Carolina when they were young find it difficult to adapt to life there, not to mention people who have been civilians for half their lives." Sylvia raised her special water bag and drank a mouthful of blood. "If your parents had sent you there, it might have been a good choice. You have a good physique and look like you can survive."

"Are you from Carolina? Why are you so familiar with that place?" Wilson stared at the vampire with red eyes and a bad face.

"A slave in Carolina for decades. A Carolinian? I guess," Sylvia shrugged. "I may have met your parents, but I certainly don't remember them and I don't care."

"Wilson is drunk, don't mind it." Wilson's companion quickly pushed Wilson, who was speechless for a moment, aside and said with an apologetic smile.

"Sister Sylvia, what about people like me? Can I survive in Carolina?" Andre asked curiously.

These days he always heard Ron and the others asking about the affairs of that city-state, but he himself had never had any personal experience - could it really be more terrifying than the goblins?
"You can probably live for three days, or no more than five days," Sylvia looked the young farmer up and down. "You'll be exhausted to death on the first day, and you'll starve or get beaten if you fail to complete the task on the second day. On the third day, you'll be exhausted to death or beaten to death."

"You are past the age best suited for investment training, and you don't have any special talents like Seymour and I. I will only assign you to the hardest and most tiring labor camp. The rule there is: you can only avoid being beaten and have food if you complete the work."

"What about you and Brother Seymour?"

"Seymour and his friends don't get beaten if they finish their work, but they have to find food to eat. Apprentices like me get beaten regardless of whether they finish their work or not, but they get food."

"But people like us, other than being a little more expensive, are not necessarily any better than those forced laborers. Seymour's colleague is still buried in front of our house. If people like me are sold to a good family, it's okay, but if they are sold to a bad family, there's no telling what will happen to them."

"How can we think of as many ways to play as the nobles?"

Sylvia smiled casually, probably because she was now out of the sea of ​​suffering, so she could look back on the past with a slightly calmer mind. However, the hatred in her eyes had not faded even a little bit because of the changes in time and environment.

"Brother Wilson," Ron walked up to Wilson, "Since you hate Carolina so much, why don't you go to the Adventurer's Guild and take on missions targeting them?"

(End of this chapter)