Chapter 47: Bag Of Holding
After selecting the feat, Anse began selecting spells.
「Arcana Resonance」 brought him a Second Ring Evocation Spell, with a small selection range. After a quick browse, he chose the functional spell 「Darkness」.
It can create a darkness area with a 30-foot （≥9-meter） diameter at a designated location, lasting ten minutes. Darkvision cannot see through this darkness, and non-magical light cannot illuminate it.
It can also be cast on an object, making it convenient for causing trouble.
The second spell could only be chosen from the sorcerer’s class spell list. He didn’t hesitate much and instantly selected 「Misty Step」!
This is a Second Ring School of Conjuration spell that teleports oneself to a visible space within 30 feet （≤9 meters）, requiring no gestures or materials, nearly instantaneous. It’s very useful for both escaping or chasing.
With high Charisma boost, the teleport distance of Misty Step is about ten-plus meters, dodging Fireball and javelin throws will be routine operations.
【Feat: Dragon Mark of Stormwind, Spells: Darkness, Misty Step, confirm?】
“Confirm!”
The next moment, the mana in his body seemed to lose control, surging endlessly. Every soft scale emitted a metallic sheen, his body tingling with numbness, countless inherited memories floating and sinking in his mind.
Suddenly, the room stirred with wind!
The wind grew stronger, the oil lamp was directly blown out, clothing, bed sheet, water cup… all swirled and flew everywhere, doors and windows rattling loudly, as if the roof would be torn off the next moment.
Brat and the other were startled, hurriedly pressing down weapons and fragile items, blocking the window and washroom. They couldn’t afford to break anything.
Fortunately, the storm came fast and left fast. Soon the room quieted again, only the mess on the floor telling of what just happened.
After a long while, Anse opened his eyes, the mana glow in his pupils lingering without fading.
He pulled open his cloak, and strange, intricate magic runes appeared on the surface of the soft scales on his neck and back, faintly visible.
This was the Dragon Mark of Stormwind, coming with the spell-like ability Control Winds, like a creature’s instinct, unaffected by external environment.
“I feel… great.”
He waved at Brat and the other, signaling he was fine.
This upgrade was truly significant, Charisma reaching 19, casting ability fully enhanced.
He also learned 4 Second Ring spells and 2 First Ring spells. Though no damaging spells, it greatly enriched his options, survival ability skyrocketing.
Additionally, Life reaching 36, Mana reaching 28, able to cast 9 Second Ring spells in one go, firepower density further improved.
However, leveling to 5 requires 6500 experience, much harder than from Level 1 to 4.
‘Combat power can’t just be judged by level!’
With his strength, fighting three levels higher is no issue, as long as not facing super-genius outliers, he can hold his own.
“Knock knock knock…” A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.
Brat looked at the room’s mess, exhausted, helplessly getting up to open the door.
At the door, Dara stood with hands on hips, face stern: “What are you doing? How can you cast spells in the room?”
Brat gave an awkward smile: “Sorry, it happened suddenly, nothing was damaged, really.”
Dara looked into the room, meeting Anse’s gaze. She was slightly startled, immediately looking away, her expression softening.
“No next time, clean up quickly. I’ll check tomorrow, and if anything’s damaged, you’ll pay full price.”
“No problem.” Brat agreed immediately.
Watching Dara go downstairs, he quickly shut the door, looking at Anse with a resentful face.
It wasn’t him being stingy; it was just too scary earlier, even the roof was shaking.
“Accident, accident.” Anse hadn’t expected this either. He quickly changed the topic, “Have you inventoried the loot? How’s the haul?”
“Not bad at all.” Brat mimicked Dara’s tone.
He sat across from Anse, laying out the things one by one.
Two money bags, two wands, one magic ring, two common quality healing potions, three unknown blue potions, two pocket watches, pouch, and various miscellaneous items.
No spellbook, probably they all gave up the wizard path.
No robe either. Anse remembered Fabian’s robe was quite nice; probably traded to Gais for the “class change ritual.”
He picked up one money bag, purple leather with a griffon creature drawn on it, palm-sized, emanating faint mana fluctuations.
“Seems like Fabian’s money bag.”
The dice spun lightly, soon appraising its info.
【Magical Item: Bag of Holding】
「Type」: Curio
「Rarity」: Common
This stylish money bag is sewn in the style of a griffon’s treasure saddlebag.
The money bag is 6 inches （15 cm） wide, holding up to 1000 coins maximum.
Coins taken from the money bag are pristine, as if freshly minted and shiny. No matter how many coins inside, the money bag always weighs 1 pound.
“This is good!” Anse’s eyebrows raised, showing some excitement.
He opened the money bag and poured it onto the floor. Coins poured out like a stream, very visually striking.
“So many, quick, count them…” Brat hurriedly lay on his side, blocking the rolling coins and gems.
Finn simply poured out the other money bag’s contents too, counting together.
“A bit few.” Anse glanced over; platinum coins were scarce.
The three gathered, counting for a while: total sixteen gems of various colors, and coins worth over eight hundred gold coins.
Most numerous were silver coins and copper coins, five or six hundred, plus dozens of rare silver-gold coins, over two hundred gold coins, over fifty platinum coins, various coinages.
Anse knew Fabian had more than this; he didn’t know Fabian’s class level, but a wizard who could build a mage tower was either an elite professional or had deep family backing—couldn’t be poor.
Plus earning thousands of gold coins yearly from dozens of apprentices.
“All squandered by Gais, so stupid, spending on cult experiments, desperate measures…”
Good thing this money bag is great, not high grade but super practical. If auctioned, some professional or noble would pay big.
He continued checking other loot, finding only this money bag valuable. Besides the three healing potions, the rest was quite “useless.”
Two wands: one common quality Wand of Fireworks, only for fireworks, for entertainment or signaling.
The other fine quality Wand of Web, with Web spell, but like the Goodberry Staff, dependent on Magic Net and spell slots, extremely unstable—using in combat might kill too slowly.
The ring is Ring of Water Walking, fine quality, with Water Walking spell, but requires self-casting, same issues as Wand of Web.
This type of magical item is rapidly depreciating; no one wants them.
Four bottles of unknown blue potions with unclear effects; no one dares use, set aside for now.
Anse put his own money and gems into the Bag of Holding. With this, no worry about heavy pockets no matter how much money.
“How to split?”
Brat and Finn exchanged glances: “Eighty-twenty, you take eighty.”
“Too ridiculous, sixty-forty.” Anse didn’t deny his importance but couldn’t overly dismiss teammates’ contributions.
Without Finn, he couldn’t track them; Brat did all the dirty work, always rushing ahead—both indispensable.
“As you say.”
“Mm.”
Healing potions as team consumables; sell magical items, gems, and miscellany, then split cash.
After deducting the team’s over three hundred gold debt to Anse, finally Anse took the Bag of Holding and two hundred gold coins, Brat and the other splitting the rest.
Overall, Anse still got the better deal; Bag of Holding has no market price, not something you can buy whenever.
