Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 112: Haunted Workshop

"You mean the haunted workshop?" Ivy asked in surprise. "The nobles of Rose City used necromancy. Isn't that enough to end Fernando's noble career?"

"Is it haunted?" Old Faber was also surprised. "I didn't know it was such a trouble...Did Daniel tell you?"

"Well..."

"I see." Old Faber took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Although I can't stand Hendricks always trying to manipulate the parliament, it is also not a good idea to let necromancy wreak havoc in Rose City. I heard that you are an adventurer, right? Are you interested in taking a commission to find a secret?"

"Find out who is 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 is done, I will give you an absolutely satisfactory reward.”

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

The beads on the abacus make a clattering sound!
"I'm a father, am I not?" Faber said calmly. "And you know so much about Hendrix, so you probably have similar goals, right? I'm not adding to your workload."

"Besides, it's not that difficult to prove something that has already been confirmed, 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 purpose, and I have no intention of involving myself and my companions too deeply."

Especially since Ivy's parents would be involved, there would be no benefit for them to plunge into the internal struggles of Rose City. It would be enough to ensure that Rose City would not take the lead in interfering in the feud between them and Carolina.

"Okay," said old Faber, without forcing him. "I'll wait for your good news. Please remember that my reward will definitely satisfy you."

He stressed this point again, but did not provide any convincing evidence.

"What's a reward for a park keeper, a pair of garden shears?"

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

"We can't solve this kind of problem with just gold coins," Ron said. "Among us, only Ivy is relatively familiar with what's going on in Rose City, and she hasn't paid attention to it for a long time. It's better not to get involved in muddy waters. Who knows what kind of fish there is."

"Ron is right," Ivy agreed with him. "Remember what my dad said? Don't try to find any secrets tomorrow. If you find anything, it won't benefit anyone."

This is not a place of delusion.

Therefore, when Ron and others visited Hendrix the next day, the spice merchant was shocked when he opened the door.

"Why are you guys so serious?"

"Working hours," Ron answered concisely, "What is the problem with your business? Let's see if we can help." In order not to attract attention, Ivy and the others did not even wear armor directly, but changed into it after arriving here. Sera's big sword was also wrapped tightly with cloth strips, which would definitely not attract unnecessary attention.

Professional enough!
Hendrix didn't know that these were reminders from Daniel. He just thought that it was his attitude yesterday that made Ron and the others realize this, and his liking for them naturally increased.

"Please follow me. My research workshop is in the basement of my house, not next to the workshop." The spice merchant led everyone through the backyard and opened a secret door leading to the underground in a hidden bush.

"But this is also the weird part: all people coming in and out of my house have to go through strict screening and body searches. Who on earth put the dead in my basement, and how did they do it?"

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

"Impossible!" Hendricks waved his hands. "I saw it with my own eyes. I can still tell the difference between the dead and the living."

"I'll take you here. Connie will be guarding there. If you find that you can't solve the problem, don't force it, just withdraw." The spice merchant's physique was not suitable for climbing up and down the ladder, so he just stood on it.

"Don't worry, we know what we are doing." Ron lit the light spell for Victoria, and the priest went down first. After making sure there was no danger, he waved to the others to climb down the ladder one by one.

Unlike usual situations, Ivy could not stand in the front when facing the undead. Instead, Victoria and Sylvia took over.

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

Otherwise, he would not care whether it was a secret or not.

"Spirit Guardian!"

When Ron used the wizard's hand to open the door, Victoria also cast a divine spell at the same time. Within a radius of four or five meters around her, several ethereal creatures like angels or elves flew around with a light golden light, protecting Victoria and her teammates.

A chilly and eerie wind blew out from the workshop, and in the darkness, dozens of illusory spirits emerged, emitting meaningless screams from their mouths, and pounced towards the group with hatred for the living.

Victoria, who was standing in the front, bore the brunt of the attack, but these ghosts were simply unable to penetrate the defenses of the spiritual guards. Balls of golden light flashed one after another, and these spirits that could not be reborn were quickly annihilated. Except for a few that were able to cross to the front of the people at the back, the vast majority of them fell into silence along with their souls that could not be redeemed.

"How could there be so many?!" Sera swung the Grip of Canglan with all her might. Fortunately, this was an enchanted magic weapon, otherwise the barbarians who had been hit by arrows and stones would probably only be able to watch helplessly.

"Aren't ghosts always beings that are bound to a certain place?"

"How would I know?!" Victoria frowned as she dashed around in the ghost. "Something's wrong. I suspect it's not someone else's doing, but the spice merchant himself who has a problem!"

(End of this chapter)