“Wow! This is seriously amazing. I never thought egg fried rice could taste like this! And hey, make sure you don't damage that book. It's a one-of-a-kind copy, very precious!”
Aila complimented him while looking at Midir, only to find that he was already absorbed in the notebook in his hands, with no intention of answering her.
Midir stared at the old notebook. Its cover was unsigned, marked only by a small star pattern. Inside, in an elegant, slender script, it detailed the applications of basic elemental magic like water, fire, earth, and wind.
The notebook meticulously described the practical applications of various types of basic magic, and its insights into several basic elements almost perfectly matched his own intuition.
“The person who wrote this had a solid foundation, and it's very easy to understand!”
Midir couldn't help but nod in admiration as he flipped to the section on the storage space within spatial magic.
According to the notes, spatial magic was entirely different from other categories. It belonged to the type that was easy to learn but difficult to master—the polar opposite of other magic.
Essentially, anyone who used magic could interact with the space around them to some degree, which was the basis for a storage space.
However, once it involved other deeper applications of spatial magic, it became incredibly difficult. Even among the world's powerful Grand Archmages, not everyone could use spells like long-distance instantaneous teleportation.
The principle of spatial storage was to use the caster as an anchor point to resonate with the surrounding space, then fold and fix that space onto the anchor, creating a small personal dimension that followed them.
The size of this space varied depending on each individual's mastery of space. Generally, it wasn't unusual for it to range from a few square feet to being large enough to hold an entire carriage.
Since this magic was invented, almost every mage would learn this convenient skill at the first opportunity. No wonder Aila had been confused about why he was carrying that large backpack.
At this point, Midir felt a stir in his heart. If this space followed him everywhere, there would surely be things inside that were closely related to him. Finding clues about his identity from those items wouldn't be difficult.
Without much further thought, Midir began to try following the method in the notebook.
For a basic skill that everyone could use, it naturally didn't stump Midir. In fact, before Aila could even finish her bowl of fried rice, he had already found the knack for it.
Midir closed his eyes slightly, using his mana to push away other surrounding elements, making the space around his body as empty as possible.
According to the notebook, the caster needed to imagine the surrounding space as an ocean, naturally merging themselves into it to feel the pulse of the waves, then gathering those waves to form a vortex with himself at the center.
Before long, under his guidance, the surrounding space seemed to twist rhythmically. The fluctuations gradually stopped at his chest, pulsing continuously, feeling as if a shifting Rubik's Cube had been added there.
“Good... just like that... condense!”
Seeing that everything was ready, Midir snapped his eyes open and reached out with both hands toward the cube-shaped spatial block.
The spatial block immediately emitted a faint “hum... hum” sound under his compression. As the sound spread, the objects around him began to tremble slightly.
Just as the dust from the ceiling began to fall, Midir released his hands. A perfect spatial sphere appeared in his palm before vanishing into his right hand.
At that moment, Midir could clearly feel that an invisible space had appeared beside him. It felt a bit like having a balloon tied to his hand; with just a thought, he could control it to appear by his side at any time.
After completing the spell, Midir immediately cast his mental focus into the space. The scene inside left him stunned for several seconds.
Then he looked back at the two women staring intently at him, a wry, helpless expression on his face.
“How is it, how is it? Is it done? How's the effect?” Aila asked curiously.
“I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?”
“The good news, of course! Hurry up and tell us~”
“The good news is, this space is huge! So big that fitting over a dozen houses like this one wouldn't be a problem...”
“How big?? My god! That huge? You're way better than a pack beast! Doesn't that make you a walking cargo van? Midir, why don't you just join our adventuring group and take escort commissions for money! Hahaha!”
After her exclamation, Aila let out a string of bell-like laughter.
“And the bad news?”
“The bad news is that there's nothing inside. It's completely blank, as if I've never used it before. It seems I really didn't know how to do this in the past,” Midir sighed, hiding the spatial gate as he spoke helplessly.
“That... that's still very impressive! Mr. Midir really is extraordinary!” Rosal praised him from the side.
“I'd rather it be smaller and have some useful things inside. However, this notebook doesn't mention anyone's storage space turning out like this. Maybe something just went wrong with mine?”
Midir picked up the old diary and waved it in front of him, resting his chin on one hand as he spoke thoughtfully.
“True. At least among the mages I know, I've never heard of anyone having such a terrifyingly large storage space. If you were in the military, you'd be a bona fide strategic weapon! I'm getting more and more curious about your identity!”
At that moment, Aila suddenly leaned in close, scrutinizing Midir. Their faces were only centimeters apart, and Midir could clearly see his own reflection in her pale blue pupils.
Midir felt a bit uncomfortable under her gaze and cleared his throat, turning his head away.
“I want to figure out who I am too. Why don't you help me?”
“I could, I suppose. I don't have much to do lately anyway. Well... it's more like I'm always pretty free. But Midir, does this count as a commission? I can give you a friend price~”
Aila slowly returned to her seat, her face regaining that slightly playful expression.
“Treating it as a commission is fine, but I don't have much money right now. I wonder how much of a reward would be appropriate for this kind of commission in the guild?”
Midir pulled out his coin pouch and poured the gold coins onto the table to take a look. Although Aila had given him and Rosal the money she took from those men yesterday, the total still didn't exceed a hundred gold coins.
Rosal leaned in and whispered, “Mr. Midir, based on the skills Miss Aila showed yesterday, she's at least a Grade 5 or Grade 6 Adventurer. To hire someone like that, a hundred gold coins is usually just the starting price... It seems we don't have enough!”
Midir didn't answer her; he simply raised an eyebrow and looked out the window.
In his perception, no fewer than several dozen people had already gathered on the street outside the door.
“Oh my, it seems my first job after being hired is this!”
Aila jumped up from the sofa, stretched, and casually took one gold coin from Midir's pile on the table, tucking it into her pocket. She gave a lighthearted smile. “Whatever the case~ I'll take that as payment! You stay out of this, Mr. Client~”
With her superhuman senses, she had naturally noticed the crowd gathering outside long ago, and even their whispered conversations had reached her ears perfectly.
After giving Midir a meaningful look, Aila pushed open the door and stepped out, her expression turning serious as she faced the bustling crowd of dozens on the street.
More than half of them were clad in iron armor, carrying shields and swords. A blue eagle crest was emblazoned on the shoulders of their armor and the center of their round shields. The drunkards who had been chased away yesterday were also in the crowd, surrounding a young man with brown hair and an aquiline nose.
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