Chapter 92

“Waga, this is the wreck I was talking about, and what I need is right inside the captain’s cabin I just showed you.”

“If you see a box like this, bring it up for me!”

Fearing the little mermaid might not recognize the target, Gervas displayed an iron chest.

Although the iron chest in Gervas’s hand might not match the one in the wreck.

But he guessed it was likely only different in pattern, size, and material.

As for shape and style, chests in this world were uniform: the arched, semi-circular lid design.

“I… understand, Gervas, I’m… going!”

Waga nodded, leaping into the sea with a splash.

One had to admit, merfolk were truly sea creatures—their speed underwater rivaled that of fish.

Gervas had originally thought finding the space ring would take at least several hours.

After all, such a precious item demanded time spent searching—otherwise, you’d be disrespecting the word “precious.”

Who knew Waga had been underwater less than a minute before surfacing with two exquisite chests.

The chests were the same size as the one in Gervas’s hand, but their craftsmanship far exceeded expectations.

And they weren’t made of iron—they shimmered with silver light.

After so many years submerged in seawater, they still glowed silver, proving they were pure silver.

The silver chests were engraved with intricate patterns and inlaid with countless tiny red and blue gemstones.

“What an exquisite silver chest! My lord, just this one chest is worth at least twenty gold coins!”

Lei Meng stared wide-eyed—he’d never seen such a lavish chest even in the Patric Viscount’s family.

Of course, Gervas had never seen one either.

To craft a daily-use chest with such elegance—no need to say more, it was surely the work of some great noble.

Gervas immediately grew excited—the space ring was almost certainly inside.

“Thank you, Waga!”

Taking the silver chest, Gervas eagerly began opening it.

Compared to this luxurious silver chest, its contents were the true treasure.

Splash!

The chest opened, spilling out a flood of seawater.

But inside the first chest, besides mud and water, there were only a few animal hides, swollen and nearly dissolved into pulp by the sea.

“My lord, what a pity—already ruined by seawater. Had it been preserved, hides stored in a chest like this might have been valuable records!” Lei Meng sighed in regret.

Gervas remained unmoved—he already knew through his system what today’s greatest gain would be.

He turned his gaze to the second chest.

And the second chest still had a intact small lock on its exterior.

Fortunately, this thing deterred gentlemen, not thieves.

Pulling out his dagger, he pried hard—the lock shattered instantly.

Gervas took a deep breath and slowly opened the treasure chest.

Again, seawater poured out first.

But unlike the first chest, this second one revealed a glint of gold.

“Oh? My lord, it’s a ring!”

Lei Meng’s surprised exclamation rang out.

The golden ring was simply too conspicuous.

It was thick and wide, like a jade finger guard from his past life.

Of course, for comfort, the ring featured openwork carving.

The skilled artisan carved intricate patterns into the ring’s surface, not only enhancing its beauty but drastically reducing its weight.

At the center of the golden ring, a ruby was set, instantly elevating its opulence to extreme levels.

“Truly exquisite, my lord—I suspect this was a favorite possession of some great noble.”

“Great nobles, besides using staffs or robes to display their authority, also consider rings among the most important items.”

“Because such rings, beyond ornamentation, could likely be used to create personal seals.”

“Look—can you open the ruby’s underside? If so, this is a ring that combines beauty and power!”

Hearing Lei Meng’s words, Gervas studied it closely—and indeed found a clever mechanism.

Click.

The front of the ring popped open, revealing a hidden lid beneath the ruby.

Beneath the lid was a slightly raised, flat area, about two millimeters high.

But currently, no inscription was carved into this blank space.

“My lord, wonderful! This noble must have ordered the ring but hadn’t yet engraved his name!”

“That means, whether you sell it or keep it for yourself, it’s perfect!”

Lei Meng burst into fresh exclamations.

In his eyes, his lord had scored an incredible bargain.

Such a meticulously crafted ring could easily sell for over a hundred gold coins.

The clasp mechanism required extraordinary craftsmanship and high-strength materials.

Rumor had it the clasp even contained mithril.

While Lei Meng was delighted, Gervas felt uneasy.

“Could I have picked the wrong one?”

In his past-life novels, space rings were always rustic and plain—so dull you’d walk past them without noticing.

Then, the protagonist would trip, step on one, and—bam—it’d recognize him as its master.

But this lavish ring… could it really be a space ring?

Yet soon, Gervas calmed down.

Because once he slipped the ring on and directed his perception toward it, an immediate pull surged—swallowing his perception whole.

Of course, the absorption lasted only an instant—the pull vanished.

In its place, a pitch-black region appeared before Gervas.

No need to wonder—this was the storage space of the space ring.

He glanced at Lei Meng—both he and the little mermaid showed no reaction, utterly unaware of the sudden change beside them.

So, the storage space was visible only to its master.

Forcing himself to suppress the urge to immediately test the ring’s retrieval function, Gervas mentally closed the space.

The black region vanished from his vision.

Only then did Gervas smile. “Lei Meng, you’re right—this ring is excellent. I’ll keep it for myself.”

At this moment, Gervas smiled and said, “Lei Meng, you’re right—this ring is truly excellent; from now on, I’ll keep it for myself to wear!”

Lei Meng had no idea his lord had acquired a ring with hidden mysteries.

Its value was dozens of times higher than he imagined.

Now, Gervas understood why the storage ring was so lavish.

This was a noble world—and this ring had been crafted by a great noble for himself.

Great nobles were the highest tier in this world—why would they fear others coveting their space ring?

Great nobles are already the highest tier of power in this world—why should they worry about others coveting their space rings?

So, the space ring naturally became as opulent as possible.

Otherwise, a marquis or duke carrying a dull, iron-ring-like thing everywhere? That would be pure madness!

“Good thing I’m a noble too—even if I’m showing off a bit, at least it’s not out of place!”

"Fortunately, I'm also nobility—though a bit showy, at least I don't stand out!"