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Chapter 93 Dimensional Bag

The leaden-gray clouds hung low, and the distant roar of the magic crystal cannons became blurred, like the dying howl of a giant beast. Grayish-white snowflakes fell from the horizon, covering the sky and falling without warning.

Snowflakes twirled and fluttered in the pale blue halo, like the tears of an ice goddess torn apart by the sky and scattered across this war-torn mountain range.

The campsite quieted down.

The soldiers who had been fighting during the day now stood in front of their tents, snowflakes falling on their tattered armor, their blood-soaked bandages, and their numb faces.

No one moved, no one spoke; it was as if even breathing had stopped.

The sounds of battle in the distance briefly subsided, and the shimmering runes on the mountain ridge were also concealed. Only the Silver Wind Demon Eagle overhead continued to circle, emitting sharp cries.

Roland tilted his head back, watching the snowflakes dance in the air, feeling their cool touch on his face, which was then dissolved by his body heat, turning into water droplets that slid down his chin.

"It's not a good thing," Seth said softly, as he walked over and stood beside him. "The enemy's figures will be buried by the snow, and the roar of artillery will be drowned out by the wind."

He turned his head, and the white breath he exhaled was blown away by the snowflakes.

"We're going on a mission, and I don't know if we'll ever have a chance to meet again."

Roland nodded slightly.

That's how it is on the battlefield; encounters are always brief, and parting is the norm.

Harvey watched them from a distance, without coming over. His burly figure was also covered with a layer of grayish-white snow, as if the years had left another mark.

Seth followed his gaze, his lips twitching as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he remained silent.

"I'm gone."

He turned and walked toward his brother, his small figure quickly buried by the wind and snow.

Roland stood there, watching the two blurry figures grow farther and farther away, disappearing into the snow.

He had a premonition that this parting would likely be followed by a long separation before they met again.

"I wish you success in your plan."

With a silent blessing in his heart, Roland turned around and headed toward his goal.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the road underfoot was soon covered with a layer of white.

As we moved away from the center of the camp, a bone-chilling cold began to spread. The faint sound of the wind entered our ears, but was blocked by the blue light shield overhead.

Following Zane's instructions, Roland spent twenty minutes standing in front of the entrance to a mine pit that was buried in snow.

Since it's an assassination, they certainly won't take the main road. This is a side road left behind when the kingdom's army dug it up, but it's long since abandoned.

Roland brushed aside the snow at the entrance of the cave, glanced at the rusty metal frames supporting the tunnel, and bent down to crawl inside.

The pit was a little warmer than the outside, and the air was filled with a damp, fishy smell. There was yellowish water up to knee level, and every few steps there was an oil lamp with a faint flame.

Whoosh—

The stagnant water was stirred up, creating ripples with every step. The ripples crashed against the blue fluorescent wall, startling the spiders lurking on their webs.

Roland drew a torch, lit it, and drove away the spiders, some as big as a palm, before continuing deeper into the cave.

The passage meanders upwards, gradually widening, with the walls on both sides changing from gray-black rock to minerals shimmering with a crystalline blue light.

That was blue crystal ore. Although it didn't have extraordinary value, it was an excellent raw material for decorative items and was highly favored by nobles and wealthy merchants.

About ten minutes later, a stone gate appeared ahead.

It was entirely black, with a hard metallic sheen, and engraved with intricate patterns. It had a keyhole, shaped like the one Zane had given him.

Roland inserted the key and turned it gently.

Buzz—

The intricate patterns lit up, and the stone door slid open to both sides, revealing a ground paved with bluestone slabs. The air also became drier, and the dome was inlaid with glowing magic stones, clearly indicating that it had been carefully repaired.

He didn't rush inside, but instead took out the pocket Zane had given him and checked the item information again.

【Crowville Dimensional Bag Type II】

Type: Rare Item/Consumable Rarity: Excellent (Purple)

Description: An ordinary-looking pouch, only the size of a palm, with intricate and strange patterns engraved on its surface. It is made of faded silver thread, and the opening is tied with a black leather cord, the end of which is strung with a dark blue space crystal the size of a grain of rice.

Effect: Contains a cubic space approximately 3 feet in size, capable of holding objects weighing no more than 500 pounds (excluding living beings, rune arrays, spatial extraordinary items, etc.).

Note: 1. Drip fresh blood into the spatial crystal to complete the initial contract, and continue to soak it with your aura for one hour before it can be used.

2. This item needs to be replenished with a small amount of magic power (or a low-grade magic crystal) every 7 days, otherwise the space will gradually shrink and completely dissipate within 3 days.

3. "Welcome to Clovira's Shop, guji guji!!" — Great Fairy Clovira "———— What a grand gesture."

Roland gazed at the dimensional bag, a sense of感慨 rising within him.

A dimensional bag is a treasure coveted by countless adventurers, as it not only reduces their burden but also allows them to carry more loot on their journeys.

He had also inquired about the price at the Mithril Corridor, but the middle-aged man quoted 2000 gold coins, which startled him.

Life is getting better now.

With this dimensional bag, he could launch his plan without any scruples, sweeping up all the extracted items in the Echo Antique Shop, and then leave Broken Rock Town with them to find a new way out.

More importantly, when Roland sank his consciousness into the dimensional bag, he was shocked to discover that Zane's reward to him was not just this item.

A huge pile of gold coins; judging from the height of the pile, it must be at least 1000 gold coins.

Several magic crystals, with extremely dazzling colors floating on their surfaces, were clearly of high quality, and each one could sell for at least a hundred gold coins.

In addition, there were a dozen or so bottles of potions sealed with wax, a parchment scroll that looked like a map, a spell scroll, and a finely crafted short sword.

A rough estimate suggests that the items inside are worth at least 2000 gold coins.

If we include this dimensional bag, which is clearly of a higher grade than the Mithril Corridor, then Zane spent at least 5000 gold coins on this assassination mission.

"Heh—" Roland chuckled lightly, his gaze becoming serious. "Such a high price is probably enough to hire two full-fledged professionals."

He took out the parchment scroll, unfolded it, and examined the markings on it, clearly understanding how the price was determined.

Those favored by the gods.

Zain must have believed the scribe of Broken Rock Town's judgment, betting that he was favored by the gods and that he could strike with that sword and kill the king's second son.

Moreover, 5000 gold coins is a huge sum for him, but for the bigwigs behind Zane, it's probably just a morning's earnings.

The magic stone shone brightly, illuminating the parchment scroll in Roland's hand and revealing its dense lines.

As he expected, it was a map leading into the mountains, with the exit marked in red and a line of text.

"The target is expected to arrive at noon. Be sure to ambush and kill him with the Forbidden Sword to prevent him from resurrecting. Remember this."

The handwriting was blood red, and the time, place, and method were clearly stated, indicating that thorough preparations had been made.

The king's second son.

Casper Kessel.

He murmured the name to himself, a cold smile creeping onto his lips.

Then, they strode forward.