Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 96 Quest's Note

Ivy took the full body armor from Rurik and changed it. After putting it on, the armor was not as heavy as expected, and a little silver light could be vaguely seen in the gaps and joints of the armor.

"I mixed some mithril into this full body armor. Although it cannot reach the standard of mithril armor, it can also reduce the weight a little." Rurik looked at the half-elf with a little pride. "It fits you very well, Miss. This armor matches your temperament very well."

"You can see that?" Sylvia frowned. "This completely covers up Ivy's body curves. There's really no beauty to speak of."

After all, this was a full body armor, and Sylvia's doubts were reasonable. Putting on such a tin can, let alone not being able to see the body curves, even if someone else, even a hobgoblin, was inside, it was likely that no difference would be seen from the outside.

"That's because you don't know how to appreciate it," Rurik muttered. "Why don't you let the lady tell you for herself what she thinks?"

"I think it's pretty good. It's comfortable and even fits me well." Ivy looked up at Rurik. "I'm a little curious, how did you do it? This should be the first time you see me."

"Actually, no." Salovey rubbed his hands. "When I was here, after asking you what equipment you needed, I secretly recorded a video and brought it back to show Rurik. He calculated your physical data based on that."

"But please rest assured! That was purely for friendly purposes. It was destroyed after Rurik got the data! There is absolutely no way it can be used for any other purpose!"

Ron was not very happy to see Ivy, but the world did not seem to have such a strong sense of rights protection, so her attitude was just unhappy.

"As for your shield," Rurik turned to Victoria, who had already mastered it, "what do you think of it?"

"This shield is also mixed with a small amount of mithril to reduce the burden on the user."

"Very suitable," Victoria glanced at the dwarf blacksmith, "But I'm a little curious. Mithril is a precious magical material, so it's not easy to come by, right? You're just giving it to us as a sample?"

"Not to mention the full body armor mixed with mithril, even the full body armor made of ordinary materials is very expensive. Isn't this a bit too much of an investment?"

"Not that big, not that big," Salovey waved his hand. "As an excellent businessman, he should undoubtedly have a keen business intuition. I am very sure that the investment in Delusion Land will soon be rewarded accordingly."

"I have been here for the past few days and heard that you have found an ancient mine. This is enough to prove that my vision is correct!"

"The ancient mine..." Ron smiled when he heard that. "That's not a good place. There are wild beasts, undead creatures, and even possible curses. We are not going to develop or utilize it to any extent before we figure out everything."

"Oh..." Salovey replied somewhat disappointedly, "But it doesn't matter. There are always opportunities. I think there are opportunities everywhere."

Ron was very happy about the three businessmen's return of favor - it would have been even better if Shuke hadn't brought that old man Elden with him.

However, the construction of the Delusion Land was not completed after all, so Sulina and her team still used this place as a temporary foothold and relay station. After a night's rest, they decided to leave, leaving only the two professionals they brought with them and Sulina's construction team. On the same day, the second team led by Kalade also brought Sera's axe and prepared to clean up the mine again - and bring weapons as a gift to the hill giant.

As for Ron and his friends, although they really wanted to rest, some people didn't think so.

For example, Mindatis, for example, the slave owners in the Carolina city-state.

That evening, Ron reviewed his arcane lessons as usual and prepared spells for the next day on the weaving foreword. Although there were no adventures or other tasks, mages needed to prepare spells every day, just like warriors needed to clean their armor and weapons every day. This was an essential task.

Moreover, repeated review and consolidation would help deepen his understanding of magic. Ron felt that he should be able to consider learning third-level spells before the second team came back.

The prerequisite is to be able to get the relevant scrolls and spell books.

The cost of learning in this world, especially for mages, is ridiculously high. When it comes to third-level spells, it is no longer a question of whether the mage can learn it, but rather a question of whether there is anything to learn.

Sylvia had already mastered the first and second level spells, but was still unable to cast higher level spells. Her slave master mentor apparently believed that a spell slave did not need to master more advanced things. Even some of the second level spells were secretly learned by Sylvia herself.

"When playing in a group, you can usually learn it after leveling up..." Ron sighed and was about to go back to his bedroom to rest. When he opened the door, he found that a piece of paper had fallen lightly to the ground through the crack of the door.

"What is this?" Ron picked it up curiously. He was sure that there was no such note when he came to the meeting room.

The content of the note was simple: there was a chandelier on it, with a dagger next to it, and in the inconspicuous lower right corner, there was a pair of devil horns and a tail.

Quest, it's probably him.

Ron understood when he saw the signature. No matter how evil the legend said, it was still a long way from the demons and devils in the nine levels of hell, and none of his companions had any dealings with the devil.

The only one who could be associated with this was Quest.

But what do this chandelier and dagger mean? The more I look at them, the more familiar they seem...

Ron looked up subconsciously. Isn't this the chandelier in this conference room?

But he didn't find any dagger or anything like that.

Could it be that?
Ron thought carefully and realized that when the construction team from Frome Town was renovating this place, in order to save trouble, they used the same style of chandeliers in all the rooms, and he was about to return to the bedroom.

Could there be an assassin?

Quest's positions in previous times were quite clear and had a high degree of credibility in Ron's eyes. Just in case, Ron closed the door again and began to cast a spell immediately.

"Prepare the materials: a small bottle of alcohol, a grasshopper's hind leg, a pinch of soil, tanned leather..."

"False Life, Leap, Long Stride, Mage Armor, Mirror Image, Blur..."

(End of this chapter)