A week later, under the dark night sky that was like a black velvet cloth, garen was currently staying in the snow Mountain Dragon's Nest, arranging some things that he needed to bring along.
He had already decided to leave for the South.
Among the spoils of war obtained from the human army, there was a portion of space rings.
Garen put the red flame staff, magic sword, some gemstones, gold and silver coins into his space ring, then rolled them up with his tongue and placed them in the safest place on his body, which was the dragon's mouth.
After he was done, he took out the red flame staff, closed his eyes, and tried to sense its location.
As garen's mental strength increased, this connection became clearer and clearer.
He seemed to be able to see a straight, faintly discernible dotted line. One end was tied to the red flame staff, and the other end extended to somewhere in the South.
"There shouldn't be any problems in the territory if I leave."
