Chapter 565 - Jinx (2/2)

She had always thought that she was one of the best among her peers in terms of spatial magic.

However, Roland had made such a huge bag disappear. Also, he wasn’t carrying any luggage himself. He must’ve stored it in his portable space too.

She couldn’t help but ask, “How big is your portable space?”

Roland replied casually, “Eight cubic meters!”

The black cat was instantly stunned.

One cubic meter equaled a million cubic centimeters. Her portable space was only twenty thousand cubic centimeters, which meant that Roland’s was four hundred times as big as hers.

How was it possible?

Seeing that the catgirl was astounded, Roland asked, “Do you want me to carry your backpack for you?” The black cat stared at him in confusion for a long time and finally nodded. She watched Roland store her big backpack and followed Roland in a daze to the prison of the Red Magic Tower, where they showed a document to the warden and met the vulpera prince, who seemed rather frustrated.

The vulpera’s hands were restrained by purple magic shackles. He couldn’t help but sneer after seeing the black cat. “I didn’t expect that they would send you here. They must really want you dead. Maromatha, are you confident in taking me back to the Spatial Magic Tower?”

Hearing the vulpera prince, Maromatha woke up from her confusion and sneered. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t be confident if I were alone, but Mr. Roland is coming with me. Do you really think you can escape?” The vulpera prince turned to Roland and said, “Roland, I thought you were immune to the temptation of money.” “It’s the person who pays the money that matters,” said Roland with a smile. “You are a wanted vulpera prince. I don’t have a future no matter how much you offer me. But the Spatial Magic Tower is different. Their rewards are clean, and I can use them any time I want.”

Humph! The vulpera snorted. “Don’t make excuses for your greediness.” Roland shrugged, implying that he didn’t care what the guy said.

At this moment, Marilyn, who had been observing them, remarked, “Master, this fox is so annoying. Can I scratch his face?”

“Don’t. You don’t want to get your hands dirty.”

While talking, Roland curled his finger, and the vulpera began to walk forward beyond his control, as if someone were dragging him.

That was exactly the use of the magic shackles. One could link the magic shackles with the mental power of an apprentice and lead the prisoner forward with mental power.

It was very effective. Even if the prisoner was a brawny hybrid, he would still uncontrollably act according to what the owner of the magic shackles wanted.

Roland bought four camels and a simple map at the market. Then, the four of them left the Red Magic Tower.

All of them wore black robes to prevent sunburns and rode the camels forward slowly. Marilyn was the most excited of all. She hooted all the way and ran about crazily now and then before she sat back on her camel.

There was nothing but sand in the desert, but she still had a lot of fun.

Generally speaking, for travelers in the desert, they had to plan their route with the oases as supply stations, where they could find enough fresh water and food in order to finish the trip.

Also, the oases could provide protection and a sense of safety for the travelers at night.

But Roland didn’t need them. He had chosen a straight line for the trip. After all, the shortest distance between two points is a straight line.

With his water-making spell, he didn’t have to get fresh water from the oases.

There was also enough food in his system Backpack for the four of them to survive for half a year. He didn’t need to refill it either.

When it was night, he could build temporary buildings using his spells with nothing more than a snap of fingers.

Even the most terrible sandstorm couldn’t bury a rocky building a dozen meters high that had no doors or windows but only several ventilation holes. Besides, this building could be further heightened.

It was very safe.

Nature is something to fear, but if you’re strong enough, you can tame it greatness.

The black cat was covered in a blanket.

Leaning against the corner of the walls, she looked at the vulpera, who was taking a break with his eyes closed, and Roland, who seemed absentminded. She felt indescribably comfortable and reassured.

They had been walking in a straight line for the past dozen days, and they met no creatures in the desert except beasts such as big scorpions and vipers.

They were all taunted and tortured by the curious Marilyn until they were killed and made into food.

“If only the rest of the journey could be as uneventful as this,” mumbled Maromatha.

At this moment, Marilyn jumped out and said angrily, “That’d be boring. I’m so bored now. I wish that something could happen.”

Perhaps because Marilyn had great instincts, and maybe because she had a jinx mouth, something did happen at noon on the next day. While the four of them rode the camels, a hot wind came from the northwest, which was the left side of their path.

Roland didn’t feel anything.

However, the catgirls and the vulpera all looked northwest.

Roland happened to be behind the black cat. Seeing how grave they were, he asked, “Is there something wrong?” “There’s a strong stench of blood,” said Maromatha with sympathy on her face. “I smell at least 53 different smells. They should be humans.”

“It’s 73 different smells.” The vulpera prince nodded.

The vulpera had better noses than the catgirls did. They could tell the subtle differences between smells more keenly.

Roland looked in that direction too. Then, he withdrew his attention and focused it on his system menu.

Special quest detected: Purge the Oasis (Legendary)