Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 107 Faber Family
"Oh, you mean this, this is from Carlos—"

Driver's voice stopped abruptly because he saw that the owner of the badge in his hand was coming out of a shop and looking at them with burning eyes.

"Well, don't get me wrong, things are not what you think..." When it comes to stealing, it's better not to be caught in the act, otherwise both parties will feel a little embarrassed.

As a local, Ivy quickly stepped forward to explain to the other party.

"What do you think?" Carlos blinked. This young man was obviously a seasoned man. "Could it be that some of you kind people found my badge and are planning to find the owner?"

"Oh, yes, yes, that's it!" Driver quickly returned the obsidian badge to Carlos.

"Don't worry, good deeds will certainly be rewarded," Carlos smiled slyly, and the wound at the corner of his mouth was pulled, making him grimace in pain, but he still reached out to touch the purse at his empty waist, "Thank you for returning the items to their original owners. I want to repay you - where is my purse?"

"Um, probably here?" Driver handed over the purse again.

Regardless of whether Carlos was real or fake, in the end he successfully retrieved his lost things. At this time, the man who looked like his elder brother also found his way over.

"Carlos, I thought you were captured!" The man smiled and hugged him, "The wound on your mouth..."

"It's okay," Carlos waved his hand, "It's just a minor injury. It will heal on its own in a while."

Ron looked at the size and depth of the wound and said, "This kind of wound is probably serious. It's best to see a doctor for treatment, otherwise it will inevitably get infected."

Fernando and his gang were quite ruthless in their actions.

"Did you hear that, Carlos?" The man's eyes lit up. "Let's go. We have to treat your wound. If your face is disfigured, how can you seduce someone else's fiancée?"

"Well, please stay," Victoria stopped the two brothers as they were about to leave. "You don't have to go find a doctor. I can treat you - just consider it as an apology."

The lawful priest couldn't get over the hurdle in her heart and insisted on healing Carlos. When the light on her hand dissipated, the corner of Carlos' mouth returned to normal without even a scar left.

"Wow, you, are you a priest?" Carlos touched the corner of his mouth in surprise and made several faces in succession. After finding that there was no discomfort, he immediately cast an admiring look, "This is great, it doesn't hurt at all!"

"You are such a kind person," Carlos' brother also thanked him repeatedly, "How can I pay you for the consultation? Please forgive me, the church's consultation fee is very expensive, and we have never really tried it."

"It's just a small favor," Victoria smiled faintly, "You don't have to pay anything, really."

"Well... well then," Carlos' brother thought for a moment and took out a card from his pocket, "Then please accept this. It shows our family's address. If you have time, you are welcome to come and visit us."

"Now I have to take Carlos to see our dad - well, I'm bound to get scolded."

The card was surrounded by silver-gray patterns, with their family's eagle head in the middle and two lines of small words below the eagle head: Faber, 23A Veloth Gate Street. "It's next to Dell Plaza," Ivy looked at the address, "Their family is quite wealthy. When I was a kid, every inch of land near Dell Plaza was worth a lot of money."

"And they must have moved here in recent years. Since I became an adventurer, I haven't paid much attention to the changes in Rose City. I've never heard of a Faber family on Gate Street before. This surname doesn't seem to be a local or even nearby family."

"Do you want to go over and take a look?" Sylvia looked at Ron. "It sounds like it should be interesting."

"Let's wait a little longer, or we can go tomorrow," Ron looked at the sky, "They probably don't have time to receive us now."

"By the way, Ivy, do you have any places like arenas here?" Sera suddenly remembered something. "When I was in the tribe before, the merchant said that there are usually entertainment activities such as beast fighting or human fighting in the city. Can you take me to have a look?"

"Miss your life in the north?" Ivy glanced at her with a smile. "I advise you not to go. You will be greatly disappointed."

"It's okay," Sera waved her hand, "I didn't expect to see a white bear or a mammoth here. I just felt a little emotional after watching those young people fighting in the streets."

"Okay, okay," Ivy led Ron and the others through several streets and alleys, and came to a notice board with a large crowd of people, "Let me see... Got it! There will be a three-on-three beast fight in the south of the city in half an hour, three gladiators against three dire wolves, do you want to go and watch it?"

"It's close to Dell Plaza, and we can stop by Faber's after the show."

"Sera feels uncomfortable if she doesn't fight for a day. Even if she doesn't do anything, she has to watch others do it." Sylvia smiled with her hands covering her mouth. She just bought a long dress with fine workmanship and dark red as the main color. The elegant temperament of the vampire was finally brought out. She looked more like a noble lady than an adventurer.

"Then let's go buy tickets." Ron saw the ticket window next to the sign. There was another ticket booth next to it, with even more people. "What's on sale there?"

"It's for setting up bets." Ivy took a look and knew what was going on. "Want to play a little? Usually the smallest amount is a silver coin. Don't bet too much."

"Why?" Sera was confused and pointed at the lineup introduction on the notice board. "Isn't it very clear here? It even lists the height, weight, and equipment of the gladiators, as well as the age and size of the dire wolves. I don't see any chance of the dire wolves winning."

"Then you can bet an extra copper coin." Ivy did not refute, but firmly prevented Sera from spending more than two silver coins on it.

"You mean..." Ron turned his back to Sera and winked at Ivy.

No matter what kind of competitive activity it is, as long as the victory or defeat involves the transaction of money, it is difficult to maintain its original purity and fairness. This kind of gladiatorial contest is probably no exception.

"It's good that you know," Ivy whispered, "Sera is in high spirits, don't dampen her spirits."

"With her vision, she only needs to sit in the audience for five minutes to understand the whole story."

(End of this chapter)