Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 275 "Sickle"

"Ron, don't scare him." Leah came over with a longbow, looking up and down at this man who looked big and strong but always acted like the weaker party. "My tavern happens to be in need of a cook, so why not let me take him away."

"Mom?!" Ivy's eyes widened immediately, "Didn't you hear what Sylvia said? This is a murderer!"

"Oh, a murderer?" The former longbowman curled his lips in disdain. "In my eyes, he is just a little brat."

The elf showed no concern for Baka's "glorious deeds": "He tricked ordinary people who were powerless into the kitchen and killed them to make dishes. What kind of murderer is this? When I was still a minor, I didn't even bother to play such tricks."

Leah walked up to Baka and punched the cannibal cook on the shoulder: "But I don't do that kind of thing anymore, so if you are willing to come to Rose City with me, you can only cook decent dishes honestly, understand?"

"Yes, yes! Ma'am, as long as you can let me go, I will do whatever you say!" Baka nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. When Leah punched him, he felt like his bones were about to break.

This is an elf, this is an elf?! He has also cooked with elves, but the ingredients are not much different from those of ordinary people!

"Ms. Liya once participated in the siege of the Hailan Empire as a longbowman," Ron said, seemingly hitting Baka unintentionally, "and elves are generally considered adults at the age of 100, so you'd better listen carefully to what she says."

One hundred years old? Baka's mouth twitched. It has been more than a hundred years since the fall of the Hailan Empire! Doesn't this mean that this female elf is at least over two hundred years old?
By this calculation, even if she killed one person a year, that would be more than the number of murders she had committed in her entire life!

For a moment, Baca didn't know whether to be happy or scared - this lady came from the Rose City, and it should be easy for her to protect herself from being tried in Carolina; but was it really a good choice for her to work for her?
But even if Baka was undecided, the current situation was completely out of his control. After weighing the pros and cons, Baka swore to sign an employment contract with the other party, dedicating the rest of his life to the Night Wind Tavern, and only cooking dishes in the ordinary sense, and never engaging in the previous activities again.

"In my opinion, we should just kill him," Ron shrugged, "but since that's what Aunt Leah wants, then let's do it this way."

"You might as well kill him," Daniel whispered to Ron, "then it will be hard for me to use the guest as an excuse in the future."

"You are a member of the Rose Parliament. What's the point of you being around the stove all day?" Leah glanced at her husband. "I heard that the normal dishes in his restaurant are pretty good. I think he can free you up."

Daniel didn't say anything, but just gave Bacca a resentful look, which made the cook's hair stand on end - this poet was ready to find a chance to kill him, that must be the case!

Since the Rose Council's master was the guarantor, the Carolina patrol team that arrived later naturally turned a deaf ear and let Baca go, only arresting his restaurant and his thugs as scapegoats. It is conceivable that a group of high-priced slaves will be mixed into the Carolina market in the coming period.

But these were no longer important to Ron and the others. The only thing left for them was the instructor who abused Seymour.

On the one hand, due to the strange elf that Seymour and his companions had encountered before, Ron and his companions did not act rashly, but chose to remain silent for a while and then take action before leaving; on the other hand, these slave training instructors in Carolina usually stayed at home and Ron did not find a suitable excuse to approach them, so the matter was delayed for nearly a week before the opportunity finally came.

"The connection in Carolina has finally been opened up," Quest knocked on Ron's door that day, "Tomorrow morning, we can go to meet the instructor under the pretext of 'observation'. It will be in a mine outside the city." "In the mine?" Ron was stunned for a moment, "Shouldn't it be the training ground? You must be wrong."

"He's right," Seymour followed in. "Slaves are still slaves after all. Only people like me who are capable and have performed well in several assessments can escape the shackles of hard labor as a reserve member of the Death Squad. Even if other slaves are selected as trainable subjects, they still have to work eight hours a day."

"Eight hours? How long does it take you to train?"

"Eight hours," Seymour played with the dagger in his hand, "eight hours of hard labor, eight hours of training, and eight hours of rest. But because the instructors and the foremen need to catch up, the last eight hours are often allocated a little to the first two items. It's not a lot, about four or five hours."

"It will be kept for at least four hours," Quest interrupted. "It is said that this is a rule left over from the Hailan Empire. Slaves should have four hours to rest. But in fact, except for elves and undead creatures, most other races need much longer rest time than this."

"Even if the elves are reduced to slaves, they are still 'first-class slaves'," Seymour said with a playful smile, "This is all thanks to the efforts of my cousins ​​on earth."

"But the instructor I want to avenge is a pervert. The slaves under him don't even have four hours of meditation time, and they are often interrupted." When talking about this, the hatred in Zhuo Er's words almost flowed out. "If you can kill him, it will be a good thing for the slaves in Carolina."

"What's his name?" Ron put down the spell book he had seized from the necromancer's home. "I just happened to learn a few new tricks these days. As long as I know the target's real name, I can curse him to a certain extent."

"Unfortunately, no one knows his real name," Quest smiled helplessly. "Most of these instructors are recruited robbers and bandit leaders. Even the official list of Carolinas only lists their nicknames."

"Take the instructor who is about to die, for example. His registered name is 'Sickle'."

"sickle?"

"Yes, because his most commonly used weapon is a giant sickle. It is said that he was once a hired worker on a farm. For some reason, he became a desperado after killing the farmer. When Carolina was recruiting instructors to train slaves, this man took the opportunity to clear himself. Even I can't find out more details."

"So it's unrealistic for you to sit here and cause trouble for him - but didn't you seize the Dark Gem from Henry Robertson's wizard tower? Why not give it a try?"

"it?"

Ron and the others all focused their attention on the desk. The gem with a strong magical glow was lying quietly in the shadow of the pile of books.

(End of this chapter)