Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Sera?"

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Driver called twice but received no response. Feeling that the atmosphere around him was not right, he quickly cut off the beast consciousness attached to Dabai. As soon as his eyesight recovered, he saw a room full of people standing in his room.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

Ron sighed and looked at the goblin: "We have something to ask for, and we are still living in someone else's house. You can't go around inquiring into other people's privacy. It's very disrespectful."

"It won't be discovered," Drayford chuckled, "Damax and I are the best——"

"What if?" Victoria frowned, "What if we are discovered? How will you solve it?"

"He guards his study very closely and is not even allowed to go up the stairs. Do you think he will put a warning device inside? Huh?"

"We know we were wrong..." Sera begged guiltily, "We won't dare to do it again next time."

"It's a good thing that we slept lightly and Sylvia has the habit of setting up alarms." Ron saw Dabai coming back from the outside, and his heart was slowly relieved. "Otherwise you would cause trouble later, and we would I don’t even know what’s going on!”

But in this case, they were worried about letting Driver sleep alone anymore, so Ron directly took the quilt over and spent the rest of the night with him.

It is certain that Hendricks is hiding some secret, but under the current circumstances, it is better not to tease him.

Early the next morning, Ron and others said goodbye to Hendricks and Constance, and they had to bring another piece of physical evidence to 23A Vilot Gate Street.

Before leaving, Sylvia asked Hendricks for a small piece of lead to wrap the Erlenmeyer flask to prevent possible detectives from using object locating techniques to find their lost intermediate product.

"I knew you would come back." Old Faber warmly received Ron and others. After receiving the evidence, the smile on his face became even stronger.

"Carlos, go to my study and get that set of carving knives!"

"But Father, that's not from our family-" Carlos was stunned for a moment, but when he was about to persuade him, he was glared at by his own father.

"It's not like you can use it. Are you going to keep it until I die and take it into the coffin? Bring it here!"

"It can't be used. What on earth is it?" Ivy looked at Carlos curiously, but when he came out of the study, he was holding a set of carving knives in a silver-gray box. The end of the hilt of the carving knife is carved with obsidian with an eagle head.

"Is this the origin of the Faber family's emblem?" Ron thought of Carlos's emblem, which had an obsidian base and an eagle's head woven with silver thread.

"Exactly," Old Faber took the carving knife from his youngest son's hand, put it on the table and pushed it towards Ron, "This is the reward I mentioned."

"You are not sincere enough," Sera laughed, "This knife is too small, I'm afraid it can't even kill spiders!"

Of course Sera was talking about the giant spider that was bigger than a human being.

"This is not for killing," Old Faber smiled, "Of course, it's up to you to decide how to use it."

"Please allow me to give you a demonstration -"

Old Faber picked out a carving knife from the box and picked up a vase. When the tip of the knife penetrated the vase, the imaginary tooth-piercing sound did not appear. The blade of the carving knife penetrated the vase easily, just like cutting through the water, leaving an indelible mark. .

"Enchanting?" Sylvia's eyes widened, "Is this a carving knife specially used to enchant items?"

"Yes, Faber's ancestors were famous enchantment craftsmen for several generations, and this set of carving knives was also a family heirloom passed down from that time." Old Faber lowered his eyes and carved the last pattern on the vase.

"But unfortunately, it is said to be the cause of my great-grandfather's grandfather. He once offended a very powerful creature. That existence put a curse on our family, which caused the affinity of magic in our blood to decrease from generation to generation. When it comes to my son, A generation later, they are no longer qualified to use this set of knives.”

"Even I can only do some very simple enchantments -" Old Faber waved his hand and smashed the vase against the wall. However, the vase that should have broken into pieces did not explode immediately, but fell to the ground. After it hit the ground, it turned into fragments of different sizes, "Just like this: one-time enchantment, with tough characteristics."

"When I was young, I tried all kinds of methods to get rid of the curse, but it was of no use. I can only do this to this extent." Old Faber smiled helplessly, "Now that I am old, I can't do anything." Accepted."

"But this set of carving knives had their glory after all. It would be a pity to sink and be buried together with my family. I think there seem to be a few spellcasters among you? Why don't I take this opportunity to give it to you? , not only as a reward, but also to allow them to find suitable owners and be useful. "

"By the way, Carlos, you can take out that set of enchantment books and give them to them as well."

This time, Carlos took a long time to enter the study, and when he came out again, Ron could no longer see the young man's upper body - it was all blocked by books.

Let’s not talk about whether this reward is satisfactory or not, “generous” is really “generous” enough.

When Carlos put the book on the table, even though he had tried to handle it as gently as possible, there was still a loud noise in the room.

"Isn't it thousands of pages? It must weigh about 7 or 8 kilograms, right?" Looking at this set of books that was almost as tall as him, Driver felt sick.

For him, the role of books is to assist in sleeping, and in addition to helping with sleep, they can also be used as pillows. This set of books made him see a new use for books - physical hypnosis!

If this thing hits you on the head, even the most energetic person will fall asleep!

"About twelve thousand pages," Old Faber smiled, "a total of thirty volumes, including the general outline of enchantment, theoretical principles, diagram appendices, detailed analysis, notes, and some advanced techniques."

"Thank you very much," Ron looked at the tall pile on the table and didn't know whether to cry or laugh, "your gift is a bit too expensive and 'heavy'."

Even with the help of the preface to the weaving method, it would take a long time to finish reading these books!

"As long as you like it," Old Faber smiled, but Ron always felt that he was gloating. "By the way, there is one more thing I have to tell you in advance. This set of carving knives has been cursed like our family, but the curse of that existence on the carving knives is a bit special. To put it simply, it chooses its owner."