Matthew's Inheritance (1)

When Drogo learned that they were in the Forest of Kings, he immediately started thinking about how to safely leave. Although he couldn't come up with a foolproof plan, he found a relatively safe way to escape.

Following Wynne's orders, Matthew collected many precious treasures to be used in the unsealing ceremony, including a staff called the "Shocking Void," which contained several powerful spells, one of which was spatial teleportation.

Now, Drogo had the staff in his possession, and his plan was to use his own magic to forcefully activate the spatial crystal on the staff. Leaving aside his ability to store magic and cast spells, the spatial crystal itself had the power to cut through space. As long as Drogo supplied enough magic, the crystal could transport him and Elaine out of the Forest of Kings.

The only problem was that Drogo's magic wasn't enough to fully activate the spatial magic within the staff. As a result, not only would they be unable to accurately determine their destination, but they wouldn't even be able to control their general direction. It would be completely random.

This was where the risk came in. If they were teleported in the direction close to the edge of the Forest of Kings, Drogo could use his acquired power to break out. But if they were teleported to the true center of the Forest of Kings, their chances of survival would be almost non-existent. The Forest of Kings was already a dangerous place, and the center was even more forbidden, a place where even holy-level experts dared not tread lightly.

It was literally a gamble between life and death, but looking at Drogo now, he didn't seem to be worried at all.

"Elaine, this thing can teleport us out. Hold on tight to me later, the pressure during the teleportation will be very strong."

"Okay."

Drogo had already told Elaine before that he was looking for a treasure that could take them away, so Elaine wasn't surprised when she heard what he said. She obediently agreed and even opened her arms, tightly embracing Drogo. Her pretty face was pressed against his chest, and her pointed little ears were tickling Drogo's chin.

"Um, I said later, there's still something else I have to do." Feeling the warmth and softness in his arms, Drogo was clearly enjoying himself, but had to say something to spoil the mood. Elaine called out and quickly escaped from Drogo's embrace, then turned around and covered her face...

"Hehe." Watching Elaine turn and run away, Drogo smiled.

He really did have something else to do. With Matthew's death, all the treasures on the ground became ownerless, naturally becoming cheap for Drogo.

The Tier 6 Earth attribute Magic Soldier Tiger Roar Blade, Tier 7 Thunder attribute Magic Soldier Furious Thunder Riding Spear, the Semi-Divine Artifact Twilight Scripture of the Light attribute, the Flame God Stone, the Water Cloud Spirit... any one of these items would be a priceless treasure outside, but for Drogo, their priceless value was almost worthless.

The idea that people die for wealth was something that Drogo understood quite deeply. As long as these things were revealed on Drogo's body, not only could their original owners come looking for them, but even robbers or hunting teams could kill Drogo hundreds of times over without even seeing his body.

"Fuck!" Drogo piled these treasures together like garbage and couldn't help but curse, but he didn't stop his search. In his memory, there was still one thing that he needed most at the moment - Matthew's storage ring.

Mages were not poor people. Leaving aside those frustrated guys who were locked up in mage towers, every mage who dared to wander outside was like a mobile treasury. And this dazzling and deadly wealth couldn't be carried around in large packages, as that would be like putting up a sign that read "I'm rich, come and rob me..."

This was naturally unacceptable. Fortunately, although this world was still in the era of cold weapons overall, its special development history had also spawned advantages different from technology.

The storage ring was a very representative thing, a work of space magic that could connect an independent space different from the local plane within a small ring. Although this space was tiny, it was enough to turn a flashy and provocative mobile treasure trove into a truly hidden warehouse.

"Found it!" Drogo shouted excitedly, causing Elaine, who was rubbing her face on the other side, to look at him curiously.

"Darn it, the finger is still attached to it."

Under a thin layer of dust, or bone powder, lay a dark and slightly worn iron ring. Inside the ring, there was clearly half a finger bone.

The ominous feeling was not as strong as the temptation of the ring. Drogo pinched the ring with two fingers, and with a gentle shake, the half finger bone that belonged to Matthew turned into flying ash and disappeared.

The ring didn't look very impressive, but Drogo knew from Matthew's memories that its essence was far from simple. There were many storage rings in this world, but this one was definitely a high-end product that could rank at the top. Even the original owner of the Tremor Void Staff, the great space magician Gonzalez, did not have the ability to create such a ring. This was an ancient relic that Matthew had accidentally obtained in another dangerous place, the Sunset Battlefield, which was on par with the King's Forest.

Because Matthew had died completely, the trace of his soul left in the ring naturally dissipated. Drogo's mental power easily penetrated into it.

"Amazing."