Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 70 Dark Circles

"How do we know if we don't try?" The middle-aged woman named Bakoyannis said nonchalantly, "There's no harm in it. If there are no worthy slaves, we can just do business with them normally."

"What do you mean by 'normal'?" The subordinate said as if he had heard an extremely ridiculous joke. "Don't be ridiculous, Bakoyannis. We never do 'normal business'. If we see something worth robbing, we rob it. If we can't rob it by force, we steal it. This is our 'business'!"

"That's just you," Bakoyannis sneered and said pretentiously, "Your qualifications are not even up to the threshold of our senior management, so you have such thoughts. When you reach my position, you will know how we gain a foothold among the city-states in the southern part of Delusion Land."

"Ah, yes, yes."

Although the subordinates did not refute verbally, they sneered in their hearts: What high-level official? He is just a leader who can just show off in front of us.

What about us? Yes, we can show off our power in front of these lowly slaves!
"What did the elf promise to the boss that she would suddenly order us to go check it out?" A spellcaster complained with some dissatisfaction, "We are an elite team, and the goods in our hands are priceless. Who will be responsible if we lose them in the land of delusion?"

As a spellcaster, this person is obviously higher in rank than the guard.

"Of course it's you. Who told you to ask?" A light rain began to fall from the sky. Bakoyannis reached out his hand, caught a few drops of rain from between the leaves, condensed them into snowflakes in his hand and blew them out casually. "Don't ask so many irrelevant questions. If you had learned it, you would have been on equal footing with me long ago."

So what if she was a spellcaster? She was also a spellcaster, still superior to him.

"Wait!" A man in the team suddenly raised his hand. Judging from his attire, he should be a scout or something like that.

"Someone just walked by here!"

"Are you sure?" Bakoyannis's eyes immediately became sharp. "How many people, and when?"

"Five people, just now." The scout checked the ground carefully and immediately came to the conclusion.

"Race, occupation?" Bakoyannis waved his hand, and the entire team immediately dispersed in battle formation, with everyone carefully looking at the surrounding environment.

As the scout got closer, Ron and his companions, who had nowhere to hide, were forced to stand up and waved at the scout awkwardly.

"Um...hi?"

"Three humans, a half-elf, and a... goblin?" When Bakoyannis saw Driver, he immediately showed a look of disgust on his face. "Why are you hanging out with these people?"

"It has poor hygiene, is difficult to manage, and is sold at a low price. It has no advantages other than being durable."

"You got it right," Ron spread his hands. "We can't help it. We don't have as much strength as you guys. We can only do this kind of small business."

"May I ask what is the name of your business?"

"We are from the Carolina City-State. Haven't you heard of us? You must know about Black Eyes!"

The first part mentioned by Bakoyannis is the official name, and the second part is the nickname used in the underworld.

"Oh, oh! I've heard a lot about you!" Ron pretended to be enlightened. "I've heard a lot about the Dark Circles. I've always taken you as my role models!" "You're quite sensible," Bakoyannis laughed disdainfully. "Go away and don't go to the trading post in Fromm, or I'll treat you as my competitors and teach you a lesson - that half-elf girl still has great potential."

"I'm afraid I'm older than you." Ivy said with a dark face.

Although he was extremely unhappy with the other party, Ron's posturing was completely reasonable - they had more people and more power here, but when they got to the trading post, it would be their home ground!
Aren't they the ones who have the final say on whether the slaves are cooked or roasted, sent to the goblins or fed to the black dragons?
Be patient and everything will be fine; take a step back and you will be torn to pieces.

But just as the slave traders walked past them and Ron and his companions thought they had fooled them, the middle-aged woman suddenly stopped and took out a scroll with an image on it from her bag.

"Wait, isn't that right?" Bakoyannis turned around with ill intent, "I was almost fooled by you guys - you are Ron, right? You are just as slick and smart as Mindatis said."

"But unfortunately, we are a professional team and we can't be fooled so easily."

"That elf bought you from us. It is said that the reward will be doubled for every one he captures. How about it? Why don't you be smart and come with us?"

"Don't worry, your price is too high. We dare not treat you like slaves. The premise is that you are willing to cooperate obediently."

"Mindatis is really willing to spend a lot of money," Ron said with a wry smile, "It seems we have no other choice."

A thick cloud of fog suddenly spread in the forest. In this difficult-to-see environment, Bakoyannis' team quickly lost track of Ron and his companions.

However, she was not panicked at all, and even laughed sarcastically, "You don't think that such a little trick can be concealed from the world, do you?"

"Let you country bumpkins see what real magic is - wind magic!"

A line of strong wind 20 meters long and 3 meters wide blew from Bakoyannis into the mist in front of her. Under the encouragement of this strong wind, Driver's mist spell was broken in an instant. However, when those thugs with dark circles under their eyes were about to charge, they found a thick tower shield blocking the way of several people.

"Magic Missile!"

"Blessing spell!"

"Protection from evil!"

Spells were cast one after another from behind the tower shield, which began to emit dangerous lightning. At the same time, the goblin that Bakoyannis had just looked down upon had merged with the entire jungle, shooting arrows from the shadows, causing several spellcasters to cry for their parents.

The shield spell is not completely free to cast, what to do when the spell is used up? Shoot a flaming arrow?
At this time, the harassment of the goblins was secondary. What caused the most headache for these slave traders was undoubtedly Sera, who was like a tiger among the flock of sheep.

Even though they were well-equipped, under Sera's miraculous power, almost no one dared to take her axe head-on, and the result of these people retreating for fear of death was that those weak mages and scouts were completely exposed!

"Ugh!" The nosy scout naturally became the target of hatred of Ron and others. After a few minutes of attack and defense, the scout's head jumped up and down in pursuit of his freedom under the persuasion of Sera's double-edged axe.

"Damn it! Retreat, take the slaves with you first!" Bakoyannis became furious when he saw the situation beginning to deteriorate. After scattering a cloud of daggers and another spellcaster using darkness magic to barely force back Sera and the advancing Ivy, a group of people quickly evacuated.

(End of this chapter)