Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 118 Enchanting

"This set of knives requires the user to try not to ask about any moral inclinations and try not to be biased towards any group. Only in this case will the difficulty of using it be minimal. 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're giving us a set of cursed items as a reward?" Sylvia frowned. "That's not very authentic, is it?"

"Well..." Old Faber explained awkwardly, "But this set of carving knives is indeed valuable, isn't it? If you want to pay with gold coins, that's fine, but it certainly won't be that expensive."

"Let me try," Ivy reached out and pulled out a carving knife, picked up a piece of vase fragment from the ground and tried to carve it, but it only got a crisp "clang" sound, "I can't get it in here?"

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

Sera also tried it, but like Ivy, the carving knife in their hands was just an ordinary carving knife, nothing special about it.

Driver and Sylvia were able to use it, but both of them had their palms cut by the blades almost immediately.

"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 old Faber just now, cutting into the fragments like cutting through flowing water. But when the pastor looked at the pile of books on the table, he immediately handed the carving knife to Ron.

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

Old Faber's eyes fixed. He looked at the carving knife in disbelief as it fell into Ron's hand. The eyes of the eagle head at the end of the handle actually flashed a glimmer of silver light.

Was he dazzled? Old Faber was a little confused. The reaction of the eagle head generally indicated that the user and the carving knife were quite compatible. He had seen this in his grandfather's hands. But logically speaking, this silver light should have been on all the time. Why did it flash by so quickly?
A fit, but not quite?
"That's interesting." As the "ghost writer", Ron's feelings were naturally much stronger than old Faber's. The carving knife was extremely smooth in his hand. When he used the knife to cut into the vase fragments, he felt even more relaxed than old Faber and Victoria.

Ron doesn't work in clinical practice, so he doesn't have many opportunities to use a scalpel. Logically, he shouldn't have such a high level of proficiency.

"It seems that the carving knives have chosen you as their user," Old Faber nodded slightly. "I haven't seen such smoothness in many, many years."

"Why won't your hands be cut off?" Driver looked at Ron in confusion. "This doesn't make sense! I don't understand!"

"What's there for you to not understand?" Sylvia snorted, "I haven't said anything yet!"

They are all mages, and they all rely on memory to cast spells. Even though Ron is her benefactor, he can't be so dishonest, right?

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

"Is this kid crazy?" Leah looked at Ron's locked door worriedly. "He won't be able to finish reading such a thick pile of books even if he thinks this way!" "Don't worry about him," Ivy pushed her mother away. "Ron, or all wizards, are like this. When he feels he can't bear it anymore, he will come out naturally."

"Your uncles are not like that!" Liya was puzzled. "I saw that they were quite leisurely and casual when learning magic..."

"Not everyone has the seven-century lifespan of an elf!"

In the following days, Ron seemed to have disappeared from everyone's sight. Apart from one meal a day, he had nothing to do with anything in the outside world. Even when Ivy told him through the door about Hendrix's accusation against Fernando's family, she only got a perfunctory "uh-huh" response. This situation lasted until a week later, when Ron, who had not taken care of himself for a long time and had a scruffy 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 - eh, cool, cool!" At first Ron spoke like a dream, until Ivy pushed his head directly into the water, and he jumped up as if he was suddenly awakened.

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

Poor Ron, a wizard, how could he beat a half-elf wearing full body armor, holding a tower shield and walking briskly? In her hands, Ron was like a rag doll, and Ivy only needed to wring him dry and hang him on the rope to dry.

"This is quite good!" Ivy looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction, and used a comb to fix Ron's hair. "You are our leader after all, how can you be so sloppy?"

"I don't have time..." Ron, who was almost half dead from the torture, sat on the small stool in the bathroom. "I tell you, I've barely gotten started with this set of enchantments!"

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

The Enchanting School refers to a branch of the Mage, and the other name is the Enchantment School, 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.

"Enchanting is enchanting, and the school of enchantment is the school of enchantment," Ron corrected, "It's a craft that turns non-magical items into magical items. And the transformation is basically permanent."

"One-offs like old Faber's are a degraded, inferior version of the old one."

"So, you are stronger than him now?"

Ron pointed to the robes he had just taken off: "At least it's better than what he showed the other day - look at my robes, do you notice anything different?"

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

(End of this chapter)