Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 117 Faber's Reward

"Sera?"

Driver called out twice but received no response. Feeling that something was not right in the atmosphere around him, he quickly cut off the beast's sense attached to Baymax. As soon as his vision 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 need help from others, and we are still living in someone else's house. You can't pry into other people's privacy like this. It's very disrespectful."

"We won't be discovered," Driver chuckled, "Baymax and I are the best—"

"What if?" Victoria frowned. "What if we are discovered? How are you going to deal with it?"

"He guards his study very strictly, not even allowing people to use the stairs. Do you think he has set up a warning mechanism in it? Hmm?"

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

"Luckily we are light sleepers and Sylvia has the habit of setting up alarms," ​​Ron saw Dabai coming back from outside, and his heart was finally at ease. "Otherwise, if you guys get into trouble, we won't even know what's going on!"

However, they were worried about letting Driver sleep alone, so Ron simply brought the quilt over and stayed with him for the rest of the night.

It is certain that Hendrix is ​​hiding some secret, but under the current circumstances, it is better not to provoke him.

The next morning, Ron and his friends said goodbye to Hendrix and Constance. They also had to take another piece of evidence to 23A Veloce Gate Street.

Before leaving, Sylvia asked Hendrix for a small piece of lead to wrap the conical 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 the others. After receiving the evidence, the smile on his face became even more intense.

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

"But father, that is not ours--" Carlos was stunned at first, and when he was about to persuade him, he was glared at by his own father.

"You can't use it, so you're going to keep it and put it in my coffin when I die? Give it to me!"

"It can't be used. What on earth is this thing?" 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. At the end of the handles of these carving knives of various shapes, there was an eagle head carved with obsidian.

"Is this the origin of the Faber family crest?" Ron thought of Carlos's badge, which was based on obsidian and had an eagle head woven in silver thread.

"That's right," said old Faber, taking the carving knife from his youngest son, placing it on the table and pushing it toward Ron. "This is the reward I was talking about."

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

Of course, Sera was talking about the giant spider that was bigger than a human. "This isn't meant for killing," Old Faber smiled. "Of course, it's up to you how you use it."

"Please allow me to demonstrate..."

Old Faber picked up a carving knife from the box and took a vase. When the knife tip pierced the vase, the teeth-grinding sound that one would imagine did not occur. The blade of the carving knife pierced into the vase easily, just like cutting through the water, leaving an indelible mark.

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

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

"But unfortunately, it is said that it was because of my great-grandfather's grandfather. He once offended a very powerful creature. That being cursed our family, causing our bloodline's affinity for magic to decrease with each generation. By the time of my son's generation, they were no longer qualified to use this set of carving knives."

"Even I can only perform some very simple enchantments—" Old Faber waved his hand and smashed the vase against the wall. However, the vase that should have shattered into pieces did not explode immediately. Instead, it broke into pieces of varying sizes after falling to the ground. "Like this: one-time enchantment, toughness."

"When I was young, I tried every possible way to get rid of the curse, but it was all useless. I can only do this much," Old Faber smiled helplessly. "Now I'm old, and I accept my fate."

"But this set of carving knives did have their glory days, and it would be a pity to let them sink and be buried along with my family. I see there seem to be a few spellcasters among you, right? Why not take this opportunity to give them to you, not only as a reward, but also so that they can find a suitable owner and be put to good use."

"Oh, Carlos, go get those enchantment books and give them to them as well."

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

Regardless of whether I am satisfied with this remuneration or not, it is really “generous” enough.

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

"I'm afraid there are several thousand pages! It must weigh nearly 17 or 18 pounds, right?" Looking at this set of books that was almost as tall as him, Driver felt sick.

For him, books are just aids for sleeping. Besides helping him 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," said old Faber, smiling. "There are thirty volumes in total, covering the general outline of enchantment, theoretical principles, diagram appendices, detailed analysis, notes, and some advanced techniques."

"Well...thank you very much," Ron looked at the huge pile of gifts on the table and didn't know whether to cry or laugh, "your gift is a little too expensive and heavy."

Even with the help of the preface to the knitting method, it will take an indefinite time to finish reading these books!

"I'm glad you like it," Old Faber smiled, but Ron always felt that he was gloating. "By the way, there is one more thing I need to tell you in advance. This set of carving knives has been cursed just like our family, but the curse that entity has put on the carving knives is a little special. To put it simply, it chooses its owner."

(End of this chapter)