Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 108 Ivy's Cousin

And the fact was just as Ivy expected. In the arena in the south of Rose City, Sera had not even sat there for fifty seconds before she began to regret it.

"A fake match, a shady deal!" Sera clenched her fists in regret. "I really should have listened to you, Ivy. One silver coin and one copper coin are just wasted!"

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

In the arena, the last remaining gladiator was chased all over the arena by three dire wolves. He had a hard time trying to save his life, let alone fight back.

If he could still maintain a little calmness and rationality, and make use of the terrain and traps on the field to maneuver, he might be able to hold on until the end of the game. In this way, although he would lose the game and have no sense of honor, at least he could keep his life. But judging from his appearance, he would only need to run around the field twice more before he would become food for the dire wolf.

The three gladiators' equipment all had various problems and they were severely malnourished, while the three dire wolves were fat and strong. If they still said there was no shady deal going on, I'm afraid no one would believe it.

But the audience and the operators don't care either. Only gamblers and gladiators themselves lament the unfairness of fate.

"Generally speaking, an experienced gladiatorial gambler usually has some inside information about the competition. The more capable ones will choose to see the 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 wins and who loses is all intentional. Few people can break the rules."

"I don't agree with what you said. Fighting is the crystallization of courage and wisdom, it is..."

When Ivy was explaining to Sera the ins and outs of this kind of gladiatorial combat, an audience member sitting next to her became unhappy and immediately turned around to refute her.

"Maybe it was once, but now it's just a pool of mud for people to have fun and make money. It's a million miles away from real combat—"

Ivy naturally would not allow a stranger to refute her, but when the audience member's eyes met Ivy's, they both stood there with their mouths half open.

"Ivy de Capellen?!"

"Constance Hauteville?!"

"I thought you had died in some unknown wilderness, with even your bones eaten by hyenas!"

"Ha, you will be disappointed!" Ivy snorted, "I am much stronger now than a weak coward like you!"

"I can't tell," the female audience member who was familiar with Ivy but didn't seem to have a good relationship with her also curled her lips, "You don't even agree with the spiritual connotation of gladiatorial combat!"

"Uh, excuse me, Ivy," Ron patted Ivy's shoulder as she was about to explode, "Miss, would you like to introduce us?"

"Hmm? Oh," Ivy turned around, the sharpness in her eyes faded a little, "This girl is Constance Ottewell, my cousin, also a half-elf. There's nothing worth introducing. She has been a coward with no courage since she was a child, and now she only dares to watch gladiatorial fights to build up her courage."

Generally speaking, half-elves like to get along with their own kind, because only their compatriots can truly understand the hardships of surviving between the two races. And this Constance is Ivy's cousin, so it stands to reason that the two should have a good relationship.

However, as Ron saw it, the fact was that they were almost enemies.

"This girl inherited her father's black hair, but as you can see, the hair quality is ridiculously poor and it hasn't improved over the years." "What nonsense!" Constance was about to get angry, but she glanced and saw a middle-aged man who was as fat as a ball turned around, quickly tidied his appearance, and sat down gracefully, pretending to be a quiet lady.

"You can tell that she received a good education, but she's not very... obvious when communicating with you," Sylvia commented.

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

"Absolutely not, father," Constance replied quickly and obediently, "It's just... my friend, we chatted for a while after not seeing each other for a long time."

"'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 and say it again?!"

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

"Your aunt and uncle all know this, but you're just looking forward to following your heart and going on that damn adventure!"

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

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

"Yes, father, I'm sorry," Constance sighed, "You can see that my cousin and I have never had a good relationship since we were young, so even in that situation, I was unwilling to go to her house..."

"No, no, no, I don't mean to blame you," Hendricks waved his hands quickly, "You have been with me for a full fifteen years, you are my family! I am just surprised by this - this lady is also from Rose City, right? May I ask who 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 too 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!" Hendricks laughed, "It seems that this is fate!"

"Excuse me, are you Yuniel Cindy Hendrix?" Victoria raised her eyebrows. The Rose City was really too small.

"Is it 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?" Hendrix waved his hand to interrupt Victoria's words, "We can discuss work issues during working hours. There is no rush for this. Compared to this--"

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

(End of this chapter)