Level Seven Storage Ring

One class ended, and Master Hayes said, "Now you can handle things that require mana but not spells. You don't need any more introductory courses."

Gagnor thought for a moment, "Do you have any other courses besides the introductory ones?"

"Levels one to three magic courses, which can help you get the corresponding mage rank more easily in the Mage Guild's assessment, the fee..." Master Hayes glanced at Gagnor's attire and didn't continue.

Gagnor tactfully didn't ask, but changed the subject, "If I have any questions about magic later—"

Master Hayes said directly, "As long as I'm free, you can just come and ask me."

He seemed to think of something else, "If you're interested in magic, you can consider going to Aks Magic Academy. They don't have strict age requirements, and the tuition is much lower than Deep Blue Academy... By the way, the current Pope used to work there as a librarian when he was young."

Gagnor thanked Master Hayes and left.

Back at his residence, he couldn't wait to try to open the Blood Elf Spatial Magic Ring.

However, contrary to his wishes, the storage ring didn't react to his mana at all.

Even when he exhausted all his mana, the ring remained as quiet as an ordinary piece of jewelry.

This made Gagnor a little frustrated.

What's going on?

Could it be that the panel is wrong, and this is actually just an ordinary ring?

Gagnor's attention was unprecedentedly focused, and he repeatedly examined it with the panel ability, but the result still showed that it was a level seven Spatial Magic Ring, correct and without error.

Then why can't it be opened?

Gagnor frowned. After a moment, he finally thought of something and quickly retrieved the Blood Magic Notes to consult.

Half an hour later, a word caught his eye.

"Blood Brand..."

In the original Blood Elf text, this was one word, but Priest Green's human translation was not. Gagnor wasn't sure if the translation was accurate.

But one thing was certain.

Blood Brand was a special type of Blood Elf magic that could establish a certain binding relationship between magical items and oneself, making them unusable by others.

Is there a Blood Brand on the ring?

Gagnor frowned even more.

Obviously, this was the most likely reason.

However, the original owner of the ring had been dead for many years. There should be a way to remove the Blood Brand, right?

Gagnor carefully read through the entire Blood Magic Notes and found that the word "Blood Brand" appeared quite frequently, but mostly in the latter half of the book that Priest Green had not yet translated.

He also found a few Blood Elf words with meanings close to "removal" from the translated part and compared them with the later text, discovering that one of the words appeared multiple times simultaneously with "Blood Brand" on certain pages.

It seemed that the Blood Magic Notes did indeed record a method for removing Blood Brands.

Thinking of this, Gagnor went through a period of internal struggle and finally made up his mind—to translate this part of the Blood Magic Notes!

As an ancient race known for its magic, Blood Elf-related documents and books were often classified as magic-related.

So Gagnor went to the only place in South Sea Town where he could buy magic books, the Mage Guild Bookstore.

Here, he once again felt the expensiveness of magic. A thin Mage's Handbook cost five silver coins, any decent book cost twenty or thirty silver coins, and genuine magic books cost hundreds of silver coins.

"I want this Blood Elf-Human Dictionary." Gagnor took the dictionary to the bookstore clerk, his mood as heavy as the dictionary.

"Sixty silver coins," the clerk said without looking up.

"Sixty silver coins?" Gagnor was taken aback. "Doesn't it say fifty silver coins on it?"

The clerk finally looked up, a little surprised, and said, "You're only buying the Blood Elf-Human Dictionary? Not Funeral Overture?"

"Funeral Overture?"

"Two essential books for studying Blood Elf culture. Together, they cost sixty silver coins. If you buy them separately, one is fifty silver coins, and the other is twenty silver coins," the clerk said.

Gagnor hesitated for a while, "Okay, I'll buy both."

After paying sixty silver coins, Gagnor left the bookstore with the Blood Elf-Human Dictionary and Funeral Overture, feeling extremely pained.

He was almost broke.

It seemed that after Ryan returned, he had to go to the black market as soon as possible to sell the Bloodsail Pirates badge...

Back at his residence, Gagnor immediately began translating the Blood Magic Notes.

He didn't have a Blood Elf language foundation, but fortunately, the section with the words "Blood Brand" and "removal" appearing frequently was only a small section, totaling a few pages, so the pressure wasn't too great.

After several days of translation and checking, Gagnor could finally understand this part of the content.

The result was optimistic.

This section was indeed about removing Blood Brands, and the method wasn't complicated, of course, provided that the original owner of the item was already dead. The longer the time since death, the simpler the removal method.

If the original owner was still alive, removing the Blood Brand would be as difficult as ascending to heaven. For this situation, the author of the Blood Magic Notes also thoughtfully provided a more feasible suggestion—kill the original owner.

The original owner of the Spatial Magic Ring had been dead for at least several hundred years. The Blood Brand had long become very weak and could be removed with a simple "Cleanse Blood" trick.

After a few days of learning, Gagnor mastered the trick Cleanse Blood. After releasing it on the Spatial Magic Ring, the original owner's Blood Brand was successfully removed.

Now, he had finally gotten his wish and could use this Spatial Magic Ring!

Gagnor first tried to take something out of it.

Could there be anything good left in the ring?

Unfortunately, after being worn down by the long years, almost everything in the ring had turned into dregs and dirt.

Except for a piece of meat.

This piece of meat was also highly decayed, not much better than the dregs and mud, but it still vaguely resembled meat.

There was no doubt that this was no ordinary meat, but the more important reason it hadn't completely decayed by now was probably that the Spatial Magic Ring's spatial slots included two "non-decaying slots," which greatly slowed down the rate of decay.

There were many types of spatial slots, with ordinary spatial slots corresponding to one item level, and non-decaying slots corresponding to two.

Therefore, this level seven Spatial Magic Ring had a total of five spatial slots, two of which were non-decaying slots and three were ordinary spatial slots.

As for the volume of the spatial slots, there was no difference between the non-decaying slots and the ordinary spatial slots; both were roughly equivalent to a large suitcase.

Wearing the level seven Spatial Magic Ring, Gagnor immediately stuffed the quiver, Wolf-Sinew Bow, medicine hoe, tent, clothes... all the things he usually used when going out into it.

Of course, the two non-decaying slots couldn't be wasted either, and he filled them with many potions and food.

From now on, he could travel light!

Thinking of this, Gagnor immediately felt that spending so much money was not a loss at all.