Matthew's Inheritance (2)

As Drogo explored the ring with his mental power, the first thing he felt was amazing. It was the exhilaration of his mental power rapidly moving to another place, like speeding in a car, leaving everything behind, without any obstacles. Of course, Drogo, who was beyond the standard of a "nerd," had never really driven a car, or even had a chance to try computer games. Everything existed only in his imagination and longing.

The second thing Drogo felt was the size. He thought that the storage ring was magical enough, and that it would be good if it was as big as the secret room where he had been confined before. But he didn't expect that, under the perception of his mental power, the space inside was several times larger than the largest room he had ever seen.

The only problem was that, after the excitement and surprise, Drogo was frustrated to find that this magical storage ring was lacking the most important thing.

"Where's the money? Gold coins? Even if it's silver or copper coins, it's better than nothing!" "Don't they say that all magicians are rich? Matthew is at least a high-level magician, and he's even a powerful necromancer. How come he doesn't have a single penny..."

"No money? Can't you at least leave me some low-level magic crystals to exchange for money when I get out? These are all sixth and seventh level ones, and there are even a few eighth level ones. Are you trying to get me killed?" Drogo was annoyed.

He realized that the memories he received from Matthew were not complete. At least he didn't know that there was not a single penny in this ring, only magic crystals. And there wasn't even a low-level one among them, they were all like the demi-god artifacts of the outside world, useless!

People are never satisfied, and Drogo was no exception. He had received a bunch of treasures, but he could only awkwardly hide them. Anyone would be very unhappy in his place. But even though he was unhappy, Drogo wasn't foolish enough to just throw them away.

They might not be useful now, but that doesn't mean they won't be in the future. After all, there is still a special group of people in this world - black market merchants. Although they are not easy to deal with, they have special channels for people to get rid of all sorts of illicit goods.

After getting the storage ring and discovering another batch of embarrassing wealth, Drogo collected all the valuable things he could use, while despising Matthew. This guy was a powerful necromancer with an almost limitless combat power, yet he was duped by that female swindler Wynne and lost everything. At the same time, he thought to himself that there probably weren't many "poor" people as wealthy as him right now...

Drogo looked around again and made sure that everything valuable and useful had been collected. Then he looked at the scattered bones on the ground. In Elaine's puzzled eyes, Drogo shook his head, sighed, and began to chant an unfamiliar spell.

"Wind Soaring Spell."

As soon as he finished the last word, Drogo's body seemed weightless, swaying left and right with the breeze in the woods.

"Oops, wrong one."

Drogo muttered, quickly chanting the spell to release the Wind Soaring Spell and steadying himself. The Wind Soaring Spell was a third-level auxiliary magic that allowed wizards to float in the air and be pushed by the wind, a kind of alternative flight. However, such flight could not control direction, and the speed depended entirely on the wind speed. Only in absolutely safe conditions would a wizard use it.

Drogo adjusted his state and chanted the spell again, this time getting it right. With a sudden shake of his arms, a two-meter high tornado appeared in front of him, spinning rapidly. Soon, scattered bones and wood chips were gathered together and then suddenly disappeared. As for the bones that had decayed beyond recognition, they were ground into powder by the wind, and Drogo couldn't care less.

With his palms moving together, Drogo chanted the spell again, this time much easier than before.

"Earth Sink Spell."

With a loud bang, the ground in front of Drogo collapsed, and the ashes left by Matthew fell into the ground...

"I have gained your memories and power, and I should call you master, but the moment I woke up, I decided not to passively accept anything anymore. This is the only thing I can do for you. Rest in peace!"

Drogo said softly, with a self-deprecating smile, and then walked towards the little girl.

"Come on, we should leave."