Three days?
Would the next time end in regret too?
Ruger curled his lip, already guessing what he might see this time. Whatever it was, he would definitely spend these three days relaxing. To rest and recharge, he would first have a big meal, then nap and read on the Old Recliner, passing the three days in blissful comfort.
He gave the workbench a quick tidy, waving anything still useful straight onto the shelves in the Experiment Corner of the Bedroom Space.
After a moment's thought, he put away all the goblets made from the Demon Heart as well. This time, he took them out of the Experiment Corner and stored them in the scales on his elbow. He would feel more at ease with them there, where his teacher, Aisijin, and the others would not accidentally touch them.
He also stored the conscription scroll in the storage space within his elbow scales. In the brief time since acquiring it, he had already discovered one advantage of this space. An ordinary Storage Pocket could indeed be controlled and sensed at will once he left an Arcane Imprint on it, but the scales on his own body were clearly a cut above that. He could sense changes within the storage space in much sharper detail. After some thought, he took out a jar and placed it inside as well. A book that had turned into a stone slab was soaking in the jar. Its long immersion had already begun turning it from a solid stone whose pages could not be opened back into a book. The jar and its contents had been an unremarkable piece of loot from Cyclops Island.
He did not put too much into the scales. In the end, he only added some Sour Mushroom Wine. If he