Ruger caught the exquisite pouch, but its words inevitably made him uneasy. More often than not, things given freely without asking for anything in return were the most terrifying. Even when he had faced the Half-Man in the form of a little Kobold, he had only been somewhat afraid, never flustered, because he clearly understood what each step might cost and what kind of fruit the other party was using to tempt a little Kobold. Once they had become familiar, he had even cast aside his fear.
He said nothing, merely gripped the Storage Pocket and sent his mental power inside.
Suddenly, he understood Mona's politeness and even suspected that this prophecy-oriented wizard had already looked inside the pouch.
That refined-looking fellow had used such an exquisite Storage Pocket, complete with golden patterns, yet he was an utterly destitute pauper. Those few standard-sized small magic stones might not even have outnumbered the ones in Aisijin's pouch. After Ruger cleaned it out, he looked toward the corner, where several bottles and jars came into view.
Ruger was fairly satisfied with the two large bottles of red blood. They contained considerable curse power. Once the Blood Curse Doll completed this round of reversal, he could feed them to it as dessert. If they were good stuff, it might even grow a little.
The other bottles and jars contained things he could not understand. This was common in the wizarding world: items that no one but their owner could judge. Perhaps they were half-finished products from some stage of an experiment. They might look worthless, yet after the original owner completed one crucial step, they could turn trash into treasure. For anyone else, using such ambiguous things was taboo. Generally, it was not convenient to ask someone to appraise them either. Unless one