As Arthur's finger touched the ring, information flashed before his eyes—
[Name: Lady Abel's Warehouse]
[Attributes: 1, Space; 2, Constant Temperature; 3, Durability; 4, Alertness]
[Remarks: In the middle of the Silver Age, after the 'Master Alchemist Lady Abel' truly completed the Wand Combat Technique, she turned her attention to the first ring she fabricated. She did not plan to alter this ring, named 'Abel's Herbal Medicine Box'. She needed this box to store the freshest Magic Potions to maintain their potency.
At the same time, she also needed a space item large enough to hold everything.
Thus, she thought she must own a 'Warehouse'.
And this is how 'Lady Abel's Warehouse' came about.
For the base material of this 'Warehouse', Lady Abel collaborated with the renowned South Los Family, aiding them in improving some medicines.
However, facing the retention efforts of the South Los Family, the lady showed hesitation—staying in one place for a long time would drain my creativity, she always said.]
[Space: This is a 10mx10mx10m space]
[Constant Temperature: This space maintains a cold temperature]
[Durability: Its durability far surpasses imagination. Even high-order 'Ascend Steppers' cannot destroy it]
[Alertness: Wearing this ring, you will be very sensitive to anyone who covets it.]
（Remark 1: No other space items can be stored inside it）
（Remark 2: No living creatures can be stored inside it）
（Remark 3: The weight of Lady Abel's Warehouse is fixed at 7g, currently storing 2000 Gold Coins, Raging Bear's Gallbladder X1, Severe Injury Healing Potion X10, Intermediate Injury Healing Potion X30, Minor Injury Healing Potion X100, Severe Injury Healing Scroll X10, Intermediate Injury Healing Scroll X30, Minor Injury Healing Scroll X100, Healer's Statue X1）
The space item of the Marquess of Ainhars was even larger than Arthur had imagined.
This volume had already surprised Arthur greatly.
Not to mention, this space ring came from that Lady Abel.
The lady had a quite friendly relationship with the South Los Family, in Arthur's original guess, this lady should have been spending her twilight years with the South Los Family.
But this ring informed Arthur that perhaps the lady had stayed with the South Los Family for a long time, but ultimately, she must have chosen to leave.
'Truly a lady who loves her freedom.'
Arthur admired the lady deeply in his heart.
Such appreciation was indeed evident in his demeanor.
After all, if it were not for her love of freedom, how could one possibly acquire the 'Raging Bear's Gallbladder'?
Regarding the 'Raging Bear's Gallbladder', Arthur quickly understood its significance.
It must have been prepared by the Marquess of Ainhars for his own son.
If a normal person were to consume the 'Raging Bear's Gallbladder', as long as they did not explode from the power, they would step into Arcana Level!
And if a person with awakened 'Spirituality' were to consume it, the effect would be even more pronounced!
If combined with a Potion Master crafting Secret Medicines, it could achieve a kind of ultimate effect!
Having understood all these, Arthur's gaze shifted to the healing potions and scrolls, afterwards, his eyes clouded with uncertainty.
Logically, there might be healing potions and scrolls here.
But, they should not be all there is.
There should be some other types of scrolls, for unforeseen needs.
Clearly, the observing Marquess of Ainhars noticed the young Southern Lost Spirit Medium's confusion.
"I have my sword, and that is enough!"
The Marquess of Ainhars gently placed his hand on the balance weights of his twin sword hilts, his deep wrinkles revealing unspeakable pride and honor.
The 'Sword Body' of the Ainhars Family, the initial and most important step, is to believe in oneself and one's sword.
To this, Arthur showed respect and understanding.
But he would definitely not do the same.
'Who knows what I might encounter?'
Arthur thought, as he fastened the ring of [Lady Abel's Warehouse],
Then, he proceeded to store everything in the secret room except for the 'Dragon's Horn' into it—it was truly effortless for [Lady Abel's Warehouse].
And the "Dragon's Horn"?
It required a procedure.
"I will stand guard here!
By the name of the sword in my hand, you will not be disturbed by anyone!"
The Marquess of Ainhars then turned away.
Arthur, of course, did not believe in the name of the sword.
But Arthur believed more in the power of the contract.
With the constraints of the contract, the Count Bernaken was able to make the Marquess of Ainhars understand what should and should not be done.
Arthur took a deep breath and placed his hand on the "Dragon's Horn".
Then, his vision transformed—
The fierce wind from above overturned the rooftops of nearby houses. Warhorses, along with the knights on their backs, were swept into the air in a series of pitiful screams, only to be harshly slammed back down.
All around, people screamed in terror, wailed, and pleaded.
They screamed for the loved ones they had lost and for their own fates.
Their wails were even louder; they hoped the calamity had some mercy in its heart.
They fell to their knees, praying for the calamity to spare them.
Alas, it was in vain.
The Crimson Dragon, known as the "Flame Catastrophe", wreaked havoc in the sky, its flames engulfing everything in sight.
It had been ambushed by those lower beings!
It had not only lost one of its horns!
Its body, wings, and claws had all suffered varying degrees of injuries!
The defeat at "Delsarte Fortress" required the "Flame Catastrophe" to vent.
It wanted to attract those despicable ones here too.
It wanted to avenge its previous disgrace.
Then, it saw a glimpse of something profound.
A chaos amidst the panic, growing ever darker and noticeable.
"Are you also one of them?"
The distinct aura instantly drew the "Flame Catastrophe"'s focus to Arthur.
And Arthur was slightly surprised.
He had thought that by entering the Phantom Realm, he'd be challenging a part of the consciousness of the "Flame Catastrophe" at that place called "Delsarte Fortress".
Who knew, it would be somewhere else.
"Is it because that memory there is too deeply ingrained, once you appear there, the so-called 'Twin-Blade Dark Elf, Hammer Dwarf, Cunning Gnome, Treacherous Human' quartet will also show up there, wiping out your last shred of 'dignity'?"
The sudden roar in the sky unquestionably proved Arthur's correctness.
And the originally enthusiastic Arthur, following that roar, became disheartened.
He looked up at the hundred-meter figure diving down and murmured softly—
"There is only one calamity in the world, and that is death, that is—