Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"This set of carving knives requires the user to try not to ask any moral inclinations and try not to be biased towards any group. Only in this case will the difficulty of using it be the lowest, and the stronger the user's bias, the more difficult it will be to use it, and there will even be a risk of being cut by it."

"You mean, you gave us a set of cursed items as a reward?" Sylvia frowned, "Isn't this a bit authentic?"

"This..." Old Faber explained embarrassedly, "But this set of carving knives is indeed valuable, isn't it? If you want to pay with gold coins, it's okay, but it's definitely not that valuable."

"Let me try," Ivy reached out and pulled out a carving knife, picked up a piece of vase fragments from the ground and tried to carve, but only got a crisp "clang" sound, "This can't penetrate?"

"You don't seem to have such a close relationship with magic." Old Faber said implicitly.

Sera also tried it, but like Ivy, the carving knives in their hands were just ordinary carving knives, nothing special.

Driver and Sylvia could use it, but both of them almost immediately had their palms cut by the blade.

"This is too difficult to use, it's completely different from when you used it just now." Sylvia complained while sucking the wound on her hand.

Victoria took the carving knife, and in her hands, the carving knife finally showed the difficulty of the level of old Faber just now, cutting into the fragments like cutting through flowing water. But when the priest looked at the pile of books on the table, he immediately handed the carving knife in his hand to Ron.

The carving knife was warm after being grabbed by a group of people. Ron changed to the pen-holding posture used when handling a scalpel, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity suddenly surged into his heart.

Old Faber's eyes condensed, and he looked at the carving knife in disbelief when it fell into Ron's hand. The eyes of the eagle head at the end of the knife handle actually flashed a glimmer of silver.

Was he dazzled? Old Faber was a little confused. The reaction of the eagle head generally means that the user and the carving knife are quite compatible. He had seen this in his grandfather's hands. But logically, this silver light should have been on all the time, so what happened if it flashed by?

Fit, but not completely?

"It's a bit interesting." As the "ghostwriter", Ron's feelings were naturally much stronger than those of old Faber. This carving knife was extremely smooth in his hands. When he used the knife to cut into the vase fragments, he felt even easier than old Faber and Victoria.

Ron is not a clinical practitioner, and he doesn't have many opportunities to use a scalpel. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have such a high level of proficiency.

"It seems that the carving knife has chosen you as its user," old Faber nodded slightly, "I haven't seen this level of fluency for many, many years."

"Why won't your hand be cut off?" Driver looked at Ron in confusion, "This is unreasonable! I don't understand!"

"What do you have to not understand," Sylvia snorted, "I haven't spoken yet!"

They are all mages, and they all rely on memory to cast spells. Although Ron is her benefactor, it's not okay to be so foul, right?

But the fact is the fact. When no one else could or was willing to use it normally, the ownership of this set of carving knives naturally fell into Ron's name. When they returned to the Night Wind Tavern, Ron dove into the ocean of books and even ate three meals at once.

"Is this kid crazy?" Leah looked at Ron's locked door worriedly, "Such a thick pile of books, even if he thinks so, he can't finish reading it!"

"Don't worry about him," Ivy pushed her mother away, "Ron, or simply all wizards are like this, when he feels that he can't bear it, he will come out naturally."

"Your uncles are not like this!" Leah was full of confusion, "I think they learn magic in a leisurely and casual way..."

"Not everyone has the seven-century lifespan of elves!"

In the next few days, Ron seemed to have disappeared from everyone's sight. Except for a meal every day, all the things in the outside world had nothing to do with him. Even when Ivy told him through the door about Hendrix's accusation against Fernando's family, she only got a perfunctory response of "um ah". This situation lasted until a week later, and Ron, who had not taken care of himself for a long time and had a beard, opened the door and appeared in front of everyone.

"You... you haven't really finished reading it, have you?" Ivy dragged Ron to the bathroom without saying anything, "You're so dirty."

"How can it be so fast? I only understand less than one-fifth of it - hey, cool, cool!" At first, Ron spoke like a dream, until Ivy pushed his head directly into the water, and he jumped up as if suddenly awakened.

"Can I do it myself? Don't, don't pull my hair!"

Poor Ron, a mage, how can he fight against a half-elf wearing full body armor, holding a tower shield and walking fast? Ron in her hands is like a rag doll, and Ivy only needs to wring it dry and hang it on the rope to dry.

"This is pretty good!" Ivy looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction, and used a comb to tidy up Ron's hair. "You are our leader after all, why do you look so sloppy?"

"I don't have time..." Ron, who was almost half dead after being tortured, sat on the small stool in the bathroom. "I tell you, I have barely mastered this set of enchantments!"

"Oh? How good is it?" Ivy was not very enthusiastic about Ron's achievements. "I asked my mother these days, and she said that making magic items doesn't seem so troublesome, and there is no need to learn the knowledge of the Enchanting School."

The Enchanting School refers to a branch of the mage. Another name is the School of Enchantment, which has nothing to do with enchanting items. But both Ivy and her mother Leah are laymen in this regard, and they only think that the Enchanting School is dedicated to learning to make magic items.

"Enchantment is enchantment, and the Enchanting School is the Enchanting School," Ron corrected, "This is a craft that turns non-magical items into magical items, and it is basically a permanent transformation."

"Like old Faber's one-time one, it is a degraded and degraded version."

"So, you are better than him now?"

Ron pointed to the robe he had just taken off: "At least better than what he showed that day - look at my robe, do you find anything different?"

"Isn't this the same set you bought at the beginning, what's the difference?" Ivy picked up the black robe inexplicably, "At most you haven't been to the wild these few days, so it's not too dirty."