Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 119 Two Concerns, Alleviated at Once

"Try and see if you can wash it." Ron said teasingly.

"Why can't this be—huh?"

Ivy casually threw the clothes into the wooden barrel full of water, and then she was surprised to see that the crumpled robe was floating on the water.

"What's going on?" Ivy reached out and pushed it into the water. However, when she took it out, it was not wet at all, there were not even a few water droplets on it!

"Waterproof effect!" Ron laughed. "The patterns I carved on the inside of the clothes make it waterproof!"

"What on earth have you learned?!" Ivy threw the robe in Ron's face, "Cancel it now, or you'll have to change into new ones!"

"Don't worry, it will last for two days. I added a timer effect," Ron said with a smile. "Actually, the carving knives are not the key. The books are the most important things."

"Even without a carving knife, I can now spend magic, energy, and time to enchant any inanimate object by infusing it with magic. However, what I have learned so far is limited to some daily uses, such as making fragile objects more resilient, waterproof and dustproof, etc."

"What if you use a carving knife?"

"It's like this," Ron went back to the room and fetched a spoon, "Didn't you say before that a spoon was missing? I took it for an experiment."

On this ordinary spoon handle, Ivy could see many lines and symbols that were too small to be recognized. "What did you do to our spoon?"

"I added a trick to it - don't look at me like that, I'm not crazy about explosions, all my finished products must be based on safety as the first priority."

Ron knew that there were people who specialized in this field: the Artificer, a group of people who had a 90% chance of making their creations explode and produce miraculous effects. He definitely didn't want to become like this, so he was very restrained in choosing the effects when enchanting.

"Okay," Ivy said, disbelief written all over her face, "What can you do with this spoon?"

"Uh...blinking?" Ron bent the spoon slightly, and it immediately lit up like the glow stick in his previous life. "I added a light spell to it. Just bend it. The advantage is that it doesn't require any spell materials, but the limitation is that it can only light up."

"I definitely don't want to risk holding a spoon when I return to Delusion Land!"

"Actually, I was originally planning to add a blade guard, but I thought that might be even weirder..."

"When using the carving knife, I can add magical effects to a non-magical item. Except for daily features, only spells that are at least two levels lower than the strongest spell I can use can be enchanted with almost 100% success. The triggering conditions, effective time, etc. are all determined by me." Ron briefly introduced the new trick he had learned.

“You can also try more powerful spells. But the difficulty of enchanting a higher level will increase, and the probability of destroying items or even causing explosions will match it.”

"So, you can make magical items like those gems in the future?"

"Of course I can, but even if I have that ability, it will take a lot of materials, energy and time," Ron thought for a moment. "Enchantment is not without cost for me. Attaching spells or turning non-magical items into magic items requires the corresponding preparation spells. Rechargeable ones like lightning gems require even more."

All in all, this thing is still too far away for him to be used in actual combat, but it is a good choice to make some small gadgets for daily use.

"That's a pity," Ivy roughly understood Ron's current progress, "If you were stronger, maybe you could directly impress the members of the Rose Council and make them stand on our side." "Rose Council?" Ron reacted, "Any news from Hendrix?"

"Yes, but he said he still needs to finalize it with us. He's downstairs now - if you didn't come out, I was going to break down the door."

When Ron got dressed and followed Ivy downstairs, he saw a large figure sitting in Ivy's "exclusive seat", and next to him, Constance was chatting and laughing with Ivy's parents.

"It seems like your relationship isn't that bad."

"It's just that I can't get along with her," Ivy muttered, "If she hadn't refused to live under the same roof with me, my parents would have taken her in."

"Ah, Ron, you look very energetic!" Hendricks glanced at Ron's still wet hair and laughed, "It seems that my timing was very accurate. I just caught up with you swimming ashore from the sea of ​​books!"

"I accidentally went into deep water and it was hard to get back," Ron agreed with a laugh, "I guess you must have gotten some results this time, right?"

"That's right," Hendricks nodded. "The situation is not very good. Many members of Congress are concerned about leaning towards you."

"Concerns? Worried that we won't be able to gain a firm foothold?"

This is basically the stereotype of people who open up fantasy lands: their courage is commendable, but it’s unknown how long they can survive.

"That's one thing. In addition to this, they have another concern: in general, they question your civil and military achievements."

"What do you mean? Can you explain it in detail?"

"Some people are worried that you don't have enough martial virtue, and you can't stand firm and deal with Carolina," Hendricks shook his overweight body and found a more comfortable sitting position. "Others are worried that you have too much martial virtue, and Carolina is just a small goal of yours. You have bigger ambitions."

"You were the one who arranged the goblins and adventurers who attacked Carolina in the wilderness, right? Don't deny it so quickly. We don't have evidence, but we are not fools. There is no such a coincidence in the world."

"You scared some people."

"Please, don't do that..." Sera dragged out her voice, "How could there be such a coward?"

"Not only that, but there are a lot of them." Hendricks glanced at Sera. The image of this barbarian tearing apart a dire wolf with his bare hands would be engraved in his mind for the rest of his life. "So in view of these two points, I propose to hold a banquet and a gladiatorial contest."

"That's the real fight I promised Miss Sera that day."

"Using both hard and soft tactics, combining firmness and flexibility; both concerns are eliminated at once," Ron nodded, "Thank you for your assistance, but how should we do it specifically?"

"It's very simple. Divide into two groups. One group will be responsible for persuading the first group of people in the arena, and the other group will be responsible for persuading the second group at the banquet." The spice merchant glanced at Ron. "One thing I need to remind you is that according to the rules of the arena, gladiators cannot use magic or divine arts."

(End of this chapter)