Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"He claimed that he got it at an auction. It was an underground auction, and all the goods had unspeakable origins," Elden shrugged. "The appraisers in the store didn't know the goods, and they just sold the gems as ordinary magic items, so Henry got a bargain."

"Dean Elden, can I bother you for a moment?" Sylvia's voice suddenly sounded from behind everyone, "Does this 'Henry Robertson' you mentioned have any other names?"

"Other... names?" The moment Elden turned his head, he was startled by the face of the vampire in the dim environment, but he quickly calmed down, "I haven't heard of this. He is the participant with the lowest social status in that exchange meeting. Even if he has any pretentious titles, I think he dare not show it in front of us."

The dwarf glanced at his two students intentionally or unintentionally, and Gordon and Shiva lowered their heads quickly. They must be spellcasters with "pretentious titles", and unfortunately, their dean heard about it.

"I've heard of this," Gordon glanced at Elden's face and spoke carefully, "My major includes a course on the School of Necromancy. I attended a lecture by Mr. Henry. He called himself the 'Fourteenth Book of Necromancy.'"

Ron noticed that Sylvia's body trembled violently and froze in place.

"There are only thirteen core theoretical books of the School of Necromancy. He wants to be the fourteenth?" Elden sneered disdainfully, not noticing Sylvia's abnormality, "But he still has some face and didn't call himself the 'Zeroth Book' - when my lover and I were traveling around the world, we met such an ignorant human who claimed to be the 'Preface to Illusion'."

"And then?" Ron gave Sylvia a reassuring look, "Your lover is a true master of illusion."

Elden nodded with satisfaction, obviously very pleased with Ron's compliment: "Of course she couldn't tolerate such a guy ruining the good reputation of the magicians of the School of Illusion, so when he was cheating again, she used a little trick to make him look bad in public:"

"He was showing his crude tricks to the magicians of other schools at the time, and my lover made him think that he had finished his performance and was in a hurry. In the environment, he hurried to the toilet after sending the audience away; but in reality..."

"He took off his pants in front of everyone and pooped a big pile of shit!"

This joke is a bit too much for other races, but it is just right for dwarves. Even Elden himself, who was troubled by depigmentation, couldn't help laughing when he mentioned this old anecdote.

As for the other few people, his two students laughed quite reluctantly anyway.

Who would have thought that his respected dean had made such a bad joke when he was young? And he still enjoys it until now! Fortunately, he has lost most of his sense of humor, otherwise their school atmosphere would be...

Think about the long lifespan of dwarves that can easily rival that of elves if they are not troubled by fading disease. What would Elden College, founded by an Elden who does not fade, look like?

Ron also laughed along, but his focus at the moment was almost entirely on Sylvia. The dhampir had mentioned the "teacher" who abused her several times. If Ron guessed correctly, the necromancer was most likely Henry Robertson.

"Benefactor, I am going to take a leave and leave the Delusion Land for a while."

Sure enough, a few days after they sent Elden and the other two away, Sylvia knocked on Ron's door. The dhampir looked a little absent-minded, and the wording on the leave note he handed over was confusing and illogical.

"I, uh, I have some clues about my biological father. I want to go find him and see if I can get anything out of him," Sylvia forced a rather forced smile on her face, "Please rest assured, I have no intention of leaving your command. This place is like home to me. Regardless of whether this matter has any result in the end, I will be back soon."

"Your excuse is not very good," Ron shook his head and put the note aside, "We spend most of our time together on adventures. Where can you get such clues?"

"It's from the past business-"

"Or let me ask a few more questions: Do you still remember where your home is? Your mother was transformed during pregnancy, so how can you know the identity of your father?"

Ron sighed He took a breath: "Sylvia, we are companions, we have experienced a lot together, you shouldn't hide anything from me - this will only hurt you, me, and Victoria, and there is no benefit - speaking of this, have you mentioned this to them?"

"No, I don't want them to..."

"You are simply putting me on the fire," Ron shook his head, "What should I say when they ask me? 'I let Sylvia go back alone for revenge'? You call me 'beneficiary, benefactor' every day, but this is not the way to repay a favor!"

"But..." Sylvia smiled bitterly, "This matter must be resolved, and Henry Robertson, that scum, must pay the price for his brutality! I am no longer the same person I was before, I can-"

"Defeat him in his own workshop or mage tower? Sylvia, you are a spellcaster yourself, and most of my knowledge was taught to me by you. I need to explain to you how difficult it is to do this. ”

"You mean, no?" Sylvia's eyes showed disappointment and even despair, "But you can't do this! You said that I am no longer anyone's slave, I am free, and I think I have the right to go Make peace with my past!"

"Henry is not a very powerful mage. My power is already close to him now. I will definitely find an opportunity to kill him outside the mage tower!"

"I'll be back soon, I promise!"

Ron motioned for Sylvia to sit down in the room first, then took out a stack of papyrus and began to write and draw on it: "Sylvia, even if you can really find and seize this opportunity to kill that Henry, But have you ever thought about what you will do next?"

"Although Carolina held slaves and traded slaves, it was not a place outside the law. Especially a spell caster like your teacher. Given his status, if he was murdered, it would inevitably cause a series of chain reactions. There were even a large number of people around him. With escorts and bodyguards, your plans are more likely to end just as they begin.”

"Calm down and think about it for yourself, what is the success rate of your so-called plan? What is the success rate of being able to escape?"

"I guarantee your freedom, but not to let you 'free to die'! Escape from the hands of the slave owner and then return yourself to the slave owner? This sounds like something that Sera would do. "

"Sera," Sylvia didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Don't say that. Sera is just not willing to use her brain. She doesn't know how to..."

"Like you - even the barbarians in the north would not do such stupid things, you see."

"Okay, but is this the end of it?" Sylvia clenched her fists, "That scumbag will live the rest of his life peacefully without any retribution?"

"Of course not," Ron's pen tip moved quickly on the paper, "It's like what I just said: we are companions. Rather than assassinating alone and dying together, a better plan is to commit the crime in a group."

"Carolina signed an armistice agreement with us not long ago. Now that Mindatis is dead, the conflict between us should also come to an end."

"What do you think of me visiting Carolina as the Lord of Delusion? I want to exchange some benefits with them. Even if that doesn't work, as a spell caster, I want to meet the famous 'Death Spirit'." "The Fourteenth Book' is always reasonable, right?"