Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 276: The Mine Outside the City (Today's th Update)

"This gem?" Ron held up the Dark Gem, smiled and shook his head, "No hope. The effect of this thing is to release alien exploration once a day, so as to establish a mental link with a mysterious entity to ask for the answer to the question."

"It's totally useless against a slave instructor who was born a bandit. I'd better go with you tomorrow."

In the mines outside Carolina, the labor force is almost all slaves or ordinary people who are almost slaves. These people are not considered "citizens" in Carolina and can only do this kind of heavy and dangerous physical labor. The dark wooden houses they live in surround the mines. This is both their residence and their cage.

A faint yellow haze lingered over the entire mining area. Any creature that stayed here for a long time would suffer from severe lung disease without exception. Therefore, even the foremen and instructors who supervised the slaves would not easily approach the area surrounding the wooden house.

As long as the slaves didn't run away, no one cared whether they would slack off at work - they would collect the amount of ore collected in a day from each worker outside the wooden house when the sun set. Those who did not pay enough would not get the porridge mixed with sawdust, but would be beaten.

In order to survive, slaves had to work as hard as they could to get enough food to fill their stomachs.

"Wouldn't some people just give up on themselves?" The delegation gradually approached the mine. As they listened to the drow's story, Driver frowned. "In our place, sometimes slaves simply do nothing and let us kill them for their own pleasure."

"Yes, but someone will stop them," Seymour shrugged, "but there are also people supervising inside the mine."

“Even in such a dehumanizing place, there are still people who will try their best to make their lives better.”

"Those stronger slaves," Sylvia raised her cane and motioned the goblin hunter to look at a sturdy man with a big belly who just walked out of the wooden house. "Did you see that guy? He should be a 'custodian'."

“Although they were both slaves, they figured out a better way to live: using their physical strength on their companions instead of on stones, they could get more supplies for life.”

"They force other slaves to do more work to earn food for them. If you want to give up, you will only end up with a more miserable ending," Seymour curled his lips, "It's really sad, isn't it?"

"They themselves were being oppressed by the slave owners. Look at that man's yellow and black skin. He himself was suffering from lung disease. But as long as they saw that others were living worse than them, even this place was better than heaven."

"Have you ever dealt with them?" Ron glanced at Zhuo Er, "You don't seem to be affected by the environment."

"The dangerous places underground are even worse than here. My benefactor, you see, I am a male drow, born to go into danger for the priestesses," Seymour said with a wry smile, "but you are right, I have indeed dealt with the caretakers, and even later, I was one of them."

"That's why I had the opportunity to contact Sylvia and find a chance to escape - ordinary slaves who were exploited by both sides didn't have the time and energy to think about these things."

Ivy, who was walking in front, stopped and was silent for a moment: "Tell me, Seymour, how does it feel to go from being oppressed to oppressing others?"

"That's terrible, I'm serious," the drow assassin spread his hands, "I prefer to train or teach others, but definitely not in this way - otherwise there is no need for me to come out of the Underdark, right?" "...I believe what you said is true."

In the training ground outside the mine, Ron and his friends saw the "Sickle". This was one of the few areas nearby that was not harmed by the mine dust, so many slaves were trying their best to join the training in order to get some fresh air.

But under the above circumstances, most of the members here are "custodians", and other slaves lack nutrition and energy supplements, and it is almost impossible for them to pass the screening.

"Are you the Lord of the Delusion Land?" The sturdy orc dragging a giant sickle in one hand swayed over and looked Ron up and down. "It seems that the Delusion Land is not as scary as the legend says. A sissy spellcaster can occupy a mountain and call himself the king."

"But that's none of my business. I'm "Sickle". I heard you've been asking about me recently. What do you want to do?"

The orc had a thick, uneven beard that seemed to prick him when he spoke, forcing him to scratch his chin frequently.

"We heard that you are one of the best slave instructors here. Not only are the death squads you led outstanding, but you are also extremely brave," Quest stood behind Ron, "so our lord wanted to come and observe, and let our instructors learn from your experience."

"Ah, you're right, I'm indeed the best in Carolina," Scythe's face suddenly brightened up after hearing Quest's compliment, "I heard that you once killed an entire death squad? It's a pity that I didn't teach you that, otherwise you wouldn't have the chance to be here today!"

"Hey, you lazy bastards, get training! This lord wants to see you train!"

"As for the rest of you..." After scolding his men, Scythe turned around again, looking at Ron and the others suspiciously, and finally stopped at Sera, "Could it be that the instructor you wanted to observe is her?"

"what."

Sera grinned at the orcs, and Scythe felt as if he was being stared at by a giant beast and involuntarily took a half step back.

Although he generally disdained people like Ron, he felt a little fear for this strong woman from the bottom of his heart.

Look at the big sword she is carrying behind her. If they want to challenge her to a duel, what excuse should I give to refuse? Having diarrhea today?
The instructor, who was used to beating and scolding slaves, knew exactly his own weight - the wild woman in front of him could probably tear a demon apart with her bare hands, so how could he be her match!
Fortunately, Ron's first words dispelled his doubts. The young lord took a step to the side and made way for the drow assassin behind him: "I'm sorry, Sera is not in charge of training matters. This is our instructor. Seymour, this is Mr. Scythe."

"Nice to meet you," Seymour said with a strange smile on his dark face, staring at Scythe. "I think we have met before, am I right, Scythe?"

I feel like I haven’t been in a good state recently. Maybe it’s because I’ve become lazy after writing twice a day (laughs)

While there is less work today~
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(End of this chapter)