Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Are you talking about the fact that his workshop is haunted?" Ivy said in surprise, "The nobles of Rose City use necromancy. Isn't this alone enough to cut off Fernando's noble path?"

"Is it actually haunted?" Old Faber was also surprised, "I really didn't know it was this kind of trouble...Did Daniel tell you?"

"Well..."

"I understand," Old Faber took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, "Although I can't bear to see Hendricks always trying to manipulate the Parliament, it is nothing to let necromancy rage in the Rose City. Good idea - I heard that you are an adventurer. Are you interested in accepting a mission to find secrets? "

"Find out who's behind the haunting?"

"No, no, no," Old Faber narrowed his eyes like a fox, "Find out the connection between the trouble Hendricks encountered and the Fernando family. If this thing is done, I will give you An absolutely satisfying reward.”

"Kill two birds with one stone, no, kill three birds with one stone?" Ron was shocked by this guy's duplicity, "Take down a noble, win over two nobles, and marry one of them?"

The beads in the abacus were beating loudly!

"I'm a father, aren't I?" Old Faber said calmly, "And you guys know so much about Hendricks, so you probably have the same purpose, right? I'm not adding to your workload."

"Besides, it's not that difficult to prove something that's already been established, right?"

"We can't promise you yet," Ron thought for a moment, "If the whole incident really has nothing to do with Fernando, we will never fabricate evidence out of thin air - everyone has their own purposes, and I have no intention of putting my companions and I They're rolled too deep."

Especially since Ivy's parents will be involved, it will not do them any good to plunge into the open and secret fights within Rose City. It is enough to ensure that Rose City will not take the lead in intervening in their grudges with Carolina.

"Okay," Old Faber didn't force himself, "I'm waiting for your good news. Please remember, my reward will definitely satisfy you."

He reiterated this point without providing any convincing evidence.

"What does a park builder get for compensation? A pair of garden shears?"

On the way back, Sera couldn't help but complain; "I would rather he just take out a bag of gold coins!"

"With just gold coins, we can't solve this kind of thing," Ron said. "Only Ivy among us is relatively familiar with things in Rose City, and she hasn't paid attention to it for a long time. It's better to touch less in muddy waters. Who can Know what kind of fish is in there.”

"Ron is right," Ivy agreed with him, "Do you remember what my dad said? Don't go searching for any secrets tomorrow. It won't do anyone any good if you find out anything."

This is no place of delusion.

Therefore, when Ron and others came to visit Hendricks the next day, the spice merchant was shocked when he opened the door.

"Why are you... so serious?"

"Business hours," Ron answered succinctly, "What exactly is wrong with your industry? Let's see if we can help."

In order not to attract attention, Ivy and the others did not even come directly wearing armor, but changed it properly after arriving here. Sera's big sword was also wrapped tightly in cloth, so it would never attract unnecessary attention.

Professional enough!

Hendricks didn't know that these reminders came from Daniel. He only thought that his attitude yesterday made Ron and the others realize this, and his good impression of them naturally increased greatly.

"Please come with me. My research studio is located in the basement of my house, not next to the workshop." The spice merchant led everyone through the backyard and opened a dark tunnel leading to the underground in a hidden bush. Door.

"But this is also the strange part: all the people who come in and out of my house must undergo strict inspection and body search. Who is it and how did they put the undead in my basement?"

"Are you sure it's the undead?" Ron glanced at the spice merchant, "Is it possible that the researchers themselves are causing trouble?"

"Impossible!" Hendricks waved his hands repeatedly, "I have seen it with my own eyes. I can still distinguish the dead from the living."

"I'll just send you here. Connie will be guarding it. If you find that it can't be solved, don't force it, just pull out." The spice merchant's physique is not suitable for climbing up and down the ladder, so he just stands. On top.

"Don't worry, we have our own sense of caution." Ron lit the light spell for Victoria, and the priest went down first. After making sure there was no danger, he waved to others to climb down the ladder one after another.

Different from the usual situation, when facing the undead, Ivy could not stand at the front. Instead, Victoria and Sylvia took the lead.

The ladder leading to the basement was not directly connected to Hendricks' workshop, but connected to an empty room used for rest and transition. On the only door, Ron could see the flickering magic circle carvings on it. It must be precisely because of the existence of this magic circle that the undead creatures inside were unable to escape from the room and cause trouble in the spice merchant's home.

Otherwise, he would definitely not care about any secrets.

"Spirit Guard!"

When Ron opened the door with the hand of the mage, Victoria also cast magical spells at the same time. Within a radius of four to five meters around her, several ethereal creatures like angels or fairies were flying around with pale golden light, protecting her. Victoria and the teammates around her.

The cold and strange wind gushed out of the workshop, and in the darkness, dozens of illusory spirits emerged from them, emitting meaningless screams from their mouths, and rushed towards the group with hatred for the living.

Victoria, who was standing at the front, was the first to be hit, but these ghosts could not penetrate the defense of the spirit guards at all. Groups of golden light flashed one after another, and these spirits that could not be reborn were quickly annihilated. Except for a few who could cross to the front of the people behind, most of them returned to silence with their souls that could not be redeemed.

"Why are there so many?!" Sera waved the Canglan Grip with all her strength. Fortunately, this was an enchanted magic weapon, otherwise the barbarians who used to be the target of arrows and stones would probably only be able to stare blankly.

"Aren't ghosts all bound to a certain place?"

"How should I know?!" Victoria frowned and rushed left and right among the ghosts, "Something is wrong. I suspect that this is not a trick by outsiders, but that the spice merchant himself has a problem!"