Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

The drow, especially those who were Rose's followers, had a very difficult time adapting to the surface, but Seymour rarely mentioned this to others. After all, apart from those races that were truly "dead in the light", even Sylvia, who was half vampire, found it difficult to understand what he was going through.

Especially since he was captured and taken to Carolina as a slave before the most difficult time was over, his "masters" would not only assign him night shifts to take care of his health.

When recalling those already somewhat yellowed memories, Seymour inevitably fell into silence, however... that was all in the past tense.

Now he can move freely in the daytime, just like ordinary people on the surface. He is no longer a slave, but an instructor, master and superior. Except Ron and himself, no one can force him to do anything. On the contrary, he can give orders to others.

If he still missed the life in the dark, he could have moved most of the work to after sunset and trained all the trainees to be "night owls". But he didn't do that.

To him, the past seemed to be someone else's life - at least that was what Seymour believed until he saw Sarona.

But now, his past is catching up with him.

"But you've got everything down there, Seymour."

Sarona had imagined many scenarios of their interactions after meeting Seymour, including but not limited to her beating him up, tying him up and dragging him back, and being beaten up by Seymour and tied up and thrown back by him, but none of them was possible, where they communicated normally like they were doing now, like old friends meeting after a long separation - that was abnormal for Zhoer.

"Your family, your brothers and sisters, your parents, they are all still there. They know you are still alive, but are you going to accept the fact that they will never see you again?" Sarona looked at the man she claimed to be her "distant cousin". The complex emotions in her eyes could not be explained by a distant relative. "Go back, Seymour, for so many people died today."

Logically speaking, she should probably bring up his relatives and friends again instead of those drow who were dead or captured alive, but Sarona obviously knew more - this man had not had a smooth journey when he left the family and city that had raised him for many years. Those feelings had already been brought up once, and there was no point in bringing them up again now except to bring shame upon himself.

However, after another brief silence, Seymour spoke in a low and hoarse voice: "...How is mother now?"

"Still strong. We are always healthier than those despicable cousins ​​on the surface, you know." Sarona glanced at the battle on the other side, where there was a "half-human" wrapped in armor, or a more common name should be called a "half-elf". "But she often mentions you."

"Especially when it comes to my brothers and sisters, right?" A smile appeared on Seymour's face. "She would say to Frederick and the others, 'Your brothers were great in the past', and to Samantha and the others, 'You are not even as good as men'..."

"Yes, just like you said," Sarona couldn't help but laugh, "She is always like that. Before you became famous, she used the names of your elder brother and elder sister. Now it has become yours."

"...I can't catch up with my eldest brother," Seymour shook his head, "He has many talents, and my eldest sister's talent in combat is unmatched. With their help, the family will move to a higher position." "Do you mean to rise from a second-rate small family to become one of the top five in the city?" Sarona looked at Seymour, "If you hadn't left, I think you would have at least made it to the top three. I would be jealous to the point of going crazy."

"Then you should thank me, Sarona, for keeping you sane."

Sarona looked at the male drow in front of her again: "Actually, I am jealous to the point of going crazy now. You can actually move freely on the surface? I can't imagine it. I also had such a dream when I was very young, but dreams... are just dreams after all."

"You don't need to take risks. You are the only legitimate heir of your family. Everything you want will be granted. As for me...ha," Seymour put away his weapon. He knew that he would not have to fight with the other party today. "The only good clothes that belonged to me rotted away shortly after I came up here."

"Are you really not going back?" Sarona asked again in a confirming tone. She knew that there was no way to take the person away by force tonight, so it was better to be frank.

"My friends and my job are all here, Sarlona," said the drow, who had climbed to the surface and lived like a legend whose fame spread throughout the multiverse, and made it clear whether he would stay or go. "But you, why are you hanging out with those, uh, cultists? I don't think that bald guy is your cup of tea, or do you want to have some fun?"

Sarona rolled her eyes at him. "Some of his spells can create nice scents. As for the others, they're just for fun. I don't have such strong tastes, but I'm not sure if it's Samantha, that little bitch."

"Don't say that about her. She's yours after all... Never mind," Seymour shook his head. "In that case, you just wait here for a while. I'll explain the situation to my benefactor later. If possible, I'll try to let you take the rest of the people back - but don't hold your hopes too high. After all, you were the first to take action."

The drow looked at the piles of goblin corpses on the ground, but in terms of numbers, the goblins suffered much more losses than the drow assassins. Even if we talk about the cost, even if twice as many goblins died, it would not be enough to offset the losses of the drow.

It takes almost a century for an elf to reach adulthood, but for a goblin... the longest-lived goblin will die without ever seeing the coming-of-age ceremony of a drow of the same age.

But a goblin who becomes an adult at the age of eight has the opportunity to outnumber a well-trained drow assassin. After all, compared with the former, the latter's so-called cruel experience is not a thing worth mentioning.

"We haven't seen each other for so many years. I can't make things so difficult for you as soon as we meet." Sarona's lips curled up slightly, and her eyes were cast on the other side where the real life-and-death struggle was going on. "In fact, I am a little proud of this guy. After all, most of the surface races are stupid and hateful. There are really not many who can please me."

"But compared to the interests of the family... Seymour, make your move. Make a bigger noise. At least let that guy see it." (End of this chapter)