Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 150 Adventurer's Request for Help
"Well, it's easier to get things done with help from others." Seeing several people surrounding Constance, the young men and women here couldn't help but feel jealous. "We only have two coaches here."

It's not that they looked down on Seymour and Driver, the goblin's small show of strength just now was enough to shock them. They were just a little indignant about this different treatment.

"Believe me, you won't envy her anymore in a while," Seymour whispered in the young man's ear, "You will find that the drow instructors and goblin instructors are so gentle compared to her."

"You must be kidding." Several young people laughed. Vampires are different from the not-so-good drow and goblins. They are the epitome of elegance and nobility. How could they possibly...

"You'll see in a moment," Seymour curled his lips, with a hint of teasing in his red eyes, "Do you know why she just said she was 'the worst, passing level'?"

"why?"

"Those who were worse than her in training all died at her hands, so she is the 'worst' - stay away from her in the future, okay? The blood of a dhampir is colder than that of a drow."

"Oh!"

About half an hour later, Constance was sweating all over and was exhausted. She quickly called for a stop. She dropped her swift sword and dagger, sat on the ground without any image and began to treat her wounds.

Yes, wounds. How could she, who was holding a sharp dagger and sword, be stabbed six times by a cane? How did Sylvia do it?
Can you stab someone without the tip of a sword?

"Four of the wounds on your body were inflicted by you," Ron watched with relish for half an hour, and he had a rough idea of ​​Sylvia's plan. "She has been trying to deflect your weapon so that she can disarm you. When she takes away or knocks down your weapon, she will take the opportunity to fight back against you with your own weapon."

"You're so grown up, but you can't even hold a sword steadily." Ivy held her forehead and sighed. Fortunately, she was not as keen on adventure as her aunt, otherwise she might not have this cousin.

Among them, Sylvia's melee skills were only good enough to bully Ron and Andre, who had not received systematic training. Victoria and Sylvia were almost evenly matched. She had some expectations for this cousin who had some "family background", but now it seemed that she was not much different from Carlos.

"If this is all you have, you can only join the militia," Sylvia put down her cane with some regret. "At least there, you can rely on the advantage in numbers to ensure your own safety."

"Also, don't use this. Use a spear and shield instead. You won't need much training to master it, and then you can defeat me."

Sylvia had no intention of mocking Constance, she was just stating the facts - even a drow assassin like Seymour might not dare to try a single-handed attack, let alone her. If Constance wanted to defeat her, this was the only way.

If it came down to ranged weapons, the half-elf wouldn't stand a chance - magic missiles were much more accurate than bows and arrows.

"No, I choose this one!" Constance stood up stubbornly and got ready again. "Miss Sylvia, I want to learn your skills!"

"Are you sure?" Sylvia looked at her and did not immediately respond with her cane. "I won't be so gentle next time, okay?"

"I am sure!"

"Okay..." Sylvia gave Ivy a reassuring look, "Then I'll play with you until you give up."

Ron didn't continue reading. On the one hand, he could foresee Constance's failure, and on the other hand, Rurik came over and said that two adventurers wanted to talk to him about something.

In the lobby of the trading post, Ron saw these two people: one tall and one short, one fat and one thin, a perfect combination. "You must be the Lord," the fat man shook hands with Ron enthusiastically, "I am Spike, we met during your trip to Rose City."

"Our leader is Wilson." The short man followed.

"Oh oh oh——" Ron remembered Wilson as soon as he mentioned him, otherwise he really had no impression of these two people, "Where are your companions, why didn't they come?"

"They..." The tall and fat Spike looked at his thin and short friend, "They, are in a little trouble."

"To be more precise, we're here to ask for your help in rescuing them."

"Captured by Carolina?" This was Ron's first reaction. After all, he had previously instigated Wilson and others to attack Carolina's slave-hunting team, so it was possible that they might fail.

"No, that's not the case," Spike shook his head, "We had a very pleasant transaction with your subordinates in this regard, it's another matter."

"On our way back from our last transaction with you, we encountered a crazy, shirtless guy on the edge of the Delusion Land. We all thought he seemed to be a bandit, but he insisted that he was a prophet."

“It is said that there are countless treasures in this land, but it also comes with various risks.”

"Isn't this considered a prophecy?" The dwarf blacksmith poured each of them a glass of beer. "Anyone knows this."

"He's a little different," Spike said with a wry smile, "He pointed us to a location, which is a waterfall. He told us to go behind the waterfall, where there is a treasure cave with countless treasures."

"We two brothers were keeping watch up there," the short man said. "At first they said everything was going well, and we could even hear Luo Wei's silly laughter. But before long, the sounds inside turned into screams and cries for help."

Spike showed his tambourine regretfully: "You see, I am a poet, and he is a wanderer. We are helpless in this emergency, so we have to turn back and ask for your kind help."

"I want to ask, where is the robber, or the prophet?" Ron asked.

It was completely in the style of an adventurer to act rashly based on a few words, but since Ron and the others were similar, he did not intend to blame them for their motives, but instead hoped to find out more details.

"Oh, he's the only one who got out of the waterfall," Spike said, "He said Wilson and the others are trapped, but they're not in danger for the time being. He'll stay there and let us find help."

"Oh, by the way, he mentioned someone, and I think there's a good chance that he was talking about someone from your team."

"Who?"

"He said that he 'gained the power of prophecy after seeing a heroic spirit carrying a huge blue sword,' and 'as a result, he received the grace of God and knew the secrets of this land.' If I remember correctly, one of your companions..."

(End of this chapter)