Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 73 Freed Slaves

"Is there a problem?"

Ron had to stand up to make himself look more formal, after all, from this angle below, he couldn't see the face of one of them.

Both of them have very distinctive looks, which are unforgettable even if you have only seen them once.

One of them had unusual long white hair and blood-red pupils, and was broad-minded and well-built. She seemed to be very much in line with Ron's aesthetic taste, but her ghostly white corpse-like skin and sharp eyes made him feel very uncomfortable.

The other one had a darker complexion, and combined with the sharp edges of his ears, he looked like a drow, but Ron wasn't sure.

"Dhampir, that's really rare." Ivy looked at the woman with "natural vision" in surprise. Even in Rose City, she had never seen anyone of this race.

Seeing a dhampir in such a remote place was almost as unlikely as seeing an Asmok (descendants of God). The latter was even more likely to happen, after all, they generally didn't deliberately avoid others.

"They are rare and very expensive," the white-haired, red-eyed girl nodded modestly, "The price these dealers gave me is enough to buy five male drow."

"Sylvia..." Zhuo Er looked at her awkwardly, "Shouldn't you please stop joking around like this at this time?"

"Ah, sorry," the female dhampir smiled, "I always like to speak nonsense, please forgive me."

"Then why don't you go change your clothes instead of coming to see me first?" Ron asked curiously.

"We hope you can let us handle this bitch's affairs," the male drow said, pointing at Bakoyannis with a red glow in his eyes. "We have the ability and knowledge, and we will definitely be able to help."

"It doesn't matter if you work as a laborer, do odd jobs, serve in the military, or even sign a contract to sell her body for a few years! As long as you are willing to sell us the right to dispose of her, anything is fine!"

"No, I beg you not to do this!" Bakoyannis shouted immediately, "Let me go, you don't want to offend Carolina! If you hand me over to these people and I get killed, they will definitely come to you one after another!"

"There's no point in letting you go back," Victoria glanced at her, "won't you go back and gather reinforcements to keep coming to me for trouble?"

"No, I won't, I promise!" Bakoyannis said earnestly, "I will explain the pros and cons to my superiors, tell them how difficult it is to mess with you, and persuade them to give up this idea!"

“Maybe we’ll have business in the future!”

"You are so wishful thinking," Sylvia sneered. "My respected benefactor, I will not question your decision, but even if your kindness allows such scum to receive favors, I suggest that it would be better to leave her with some indelible memories."

"This way, even if you let her go, her backers will be able to see the imprint of your authority."

"What kind of memory do you think is better?" Ron glanced at the other person.

"How about cutting off an arm? Or a leg?" The dhampir said the cruelest words in the gentlest tone. "They will be terrified."

"No, no, no, I beg you!" Bakoyannis shook his head like a rattle and looked at Ron in panic, "Please, I don't want to become like that!"

"Considering the way you treated them, this is not excessive at all." Ivy looked at the rotten and blurred flesh on Sylvia and Zhuo'er's hands and feet and said coldly. "Let's settle for the next best thing," Ron thought for a moment, "Your name is Sylvia, right? A dhampir?"

"Or half-blood, benefactor," Sylvia bowed falsely because she didn't have a skirt to wear. "My mother was transformed into a vampire during her pregnancy, so I have half human and half vampire blood in my body."

"Very good, then can you suck blood?"

"This is how I eat." Sylvia opened her red lips slightly, revealing a pair of sharp incisors.

"Very good, make two holes in her neck and draw 600cc of blood as punishment."

"As you command, benefactor, uh... sorry?"

Silvia obediently walked towards Bakoyannis and lifted her hair to expose her neck, but when it came to the actual action she was stunned.

Six hundred... CC? How much is that?
"Suck her until she goes into shock, then leave her here to fate." Ron covered his face and waved his hands.

I'm used to it, I'm used to it. There's nothing I can do but let this woman suffer a little and increase the dosage.

Sylvia's blood-sucking efficiency was very high, and Driver quickly let go and jumped off Bakoyannis, leaving him unconscious on the ground.

"Almost 30 ounces," Sylvia wiped her mouth with satisfaction. "Thank you for your hospitality. You are very generous."

"Well, since the benefactor has decided this, I have nothing to say." Zhuo Er shrugged and looked at Bakoyannis, who was bleeding and in shock on the ground, with satisfaction. "Then what about our treatment? Have you thought about it?"

"Shouldn't you go home by yourselves?" Ron looked at the slaves. "I will take you back to the trading post and send you away when a caravan arrives."

However, to Ron's surprise, none of the ten slaves cheered after these words were spoken. Instead, their eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment.

"It seems that you rescued us because of your kind nature, not because of a premeditated plan," Sylvia smiled, "Then please allow me to give you a hint: among all of us, there are only two people who know where their home is and where their future lies."

"One of them is a mercenary who was captured during the war with the Carolina city-state, and the other is this drow, Seymour."

"Don't count me in. I came to the surface voluntarily, and I will never go back." Seymour said in a muffled voice.

"Then there is only one person - you see, we are not the slaves they just captured, but the lucky escapees during the last slave rebellion. Bakoyannis was ordered to capture us again."

"Most of us were sold to Carolina when we were young. They made us study and work in the hope that we could sell them for a good price in the future. As a result, we have long forgotten where our 'home' is."

"Carolina is not home anyway, it's just a cage," one slave said, and everyone agreed immediately.

"You see," Sylvia nodded, "that's it, we don't have anywhere else to go. So I wonder if you have any use for us, so that we can have the honor of repaying you, serving you, settling down with you, and serving you?"

(End of this chapter)