Mystery: Becoming a Creator Through the Doorway

Chapter 89 Cigarette Box Handbag and Traveler's Bag

Hazel first turned his hand over and examined his fingernails and fingertips closely.

It was clean and spotless, without a trace of yellowing.

She thought of her father, Congressman Macht, who had an ornate silver metal box.

When Hazel was testing his abilities, she had a mischievous streak and deliberately stole something from his pocket once, so he remembered it.

The box contained the finest cigarettes, and my father smoked several every day.

Because of his long-term smoking habit, the edges of the nails on the index and middle fingers of Senator Macht always had faint tobacco stains, the fingertips were slightly yellow, and there was a faint smell of tobacco tar on his body.

Comparing the two, although it sounds a bit too much, the hands in front of her were indeed endearing.

Hazel asked with some curiosity, "You don't smoke?"

It's worth noting that smoking is a common characteristic of the Loen gentleman class.

In her mind, non-smoking adult men are like outcasts. In this era, pipes, cigarettes, and cigarettes are almost standard equipment for all adult men, and non-smoking men are quite rare.

My father's friends, the house servants, the pedestrians on the street—almost everyone was smoking.

Pipes, cigars, cigarettes—in all forms and on all occasions, the parliament is filled with smoke, clubs are smoky, and even the streets and alleys are permeated with the smell of tobacco.

Moreover, it's not just ordinary tobacco; thrill-seeking gentlemen try all sorts of strange and unusual things, and even some more dangerous hallucinogens are commonplace in certain circles.

Marijuana and tincture of opium were also considered effective sedatives and analgesics in medicine, and were therefore widely abused. Some women from the lower classes would even feed opium to their crying children because they did not have time to take care of them.

An Ruowang smiled and said, "Smoking is harmful to your health."

He paused, then added with a look of disgust, "And I hate smokers, especially those who smoke in front of me regardless of the situation."

Even when reading novels, if he comes across a scene where the main character smokes, he will usually immediately put the book down.

One reason was that he disliked the smoker, and the other was that he felt no sense of identification with the character.

"However, I do have a cigarette case."

As An Ruowang spoke, he took out a silver cigarette case from his pocket with his other hand and waved it in front of Hazel.

The box was exquisitely crafted, with intricate patterns engraved on its surface; it was clearly not an ordinary item.

Hazel was very puzzled: "Didn't you say you didn't smoke? How come you have this?"

"Magical items that can be easily carried and some spiritual materials."

As she spoke, An Ruowang put the cigarette box back: "As long as you pour spirituality into the shape of the cigarette box, you can easily create a closed spiritual environment using a wall of spirituality."

In fact, his little world is perfectly adequate as a safe warehouse.

The reason for specifically acquiring a cigarette box was to use it as a concealment tool when trading items in the future.

Besides, some cigarette boxes were quite well-made, and An Ruowang simply used them as collectibles to please herself.

"The old hand is truly experienced!" Hazel exclaimed, suddenly realizing her newfound knowledge. She praised him, but then her brow furrowed in distress. "So what should I do when I need this kind of item?"

She can't exactly get a cigarette box too, can she?

A noble lady smoking?

Haha, you must be joking, right?

An Ruowang thought for a moment: "Wouldn't a makeup box or a jewelry box work?"

Hazel didn't quite catch on for a moment: "But I also need to use the makeup box and jewelry box regularly."

Looking at her troubled yet adorable expression, An Ruowang couldn't help but laugh out loud: "What I mean is, you can have two makeup boxes or jewelry boxes."

"but----"

Hazel glanced at An Ruowang with annoyance, then looked herself up and down at her exquisite sky-blue dress. The skirt draped down, the waist was tight, and there were almost no pockets to put anything in: "Ladies' clothing is not like your men's, which has so many places to put things."

Moreover, even if some skirts had built-in pockets, Hazel wouldn't use them.

These built-in pockets can cause chafing and discomfort when you put too many things in them.

Furthermore, it is generally not very big, and if you put things on it, it is easy for it to slip off when you sit down or stand up, and it is also easy to break.

Therefore, most women prefer to carry various handbags.

This has led women to artificially imbue bags, which are originally more practical, with a value of comparison and appreciation.

The handbags made by designers and tailors are made of satin, velvet, and embroidery. Some are inlaid with pearls, and some are adorned with lace. Each one is as exquisite as a work of art.

But here's the problem.

But since it has become a work of art, it means that it has deviated from its original purpose.

Designers and young ladies compete to see whose embroidery is more exquisite, whose pearls are more lustrous, and whose designs are more fashionable.

As for whether it can hold things? That's the least important thing.

Many bags have become extremely small while still looking good. With less space, it naturally means that there are fewer things that can be placed and carried. Where would the extra space come from to put an extra second box?

After Hazel explained, An Ruowang suddenly understood.

It's true that without personal experience or others sharing their experiences, it's difficult for someone to understand this clearly.

"Then you'll have to make the choice yourself."

An Ruowang gently squeezed her hand, his gaze falling on her face with a gentle smile: "Do you want to carry a magical item with you, or do you want a pretty handbag that can hold all your everyday essentials?"

Hazel was a little unhappy and subconsciously pouted, saying coquettishly, "Can't I have both? If a lady's makeup is off, she'll be directly accused of being impolite."

The physical proximity also brought her closer to An Ruowang psychologically.

"Then you'll have to use your own intelligence."

An Ruowang thought for a moment, then casually made a verbal promise: "However, when I advance to Sequence 4 Arcane Mage, I can give you a Traveler's Bag."

"Arcanists" can conceal space, distorting a spatial region, dividing it into two parts, and hiding one of them.

In this situation, if you want to get out of the hidden space, you can only do so through the door set up in advance by the "Arcanist" or by having the "Arcanist" remove the hiding itself.

Therefore, this ability can also be used to create spatial pockets.

In any case, at this stage, most of the extraordinary individuals in the Gate Path have declined. Apart from the "Secret Saint" Butis of the Aurora Society, there are basically no well-known Gate Path powerhouses, so even such spatial pockets have become quite rare.

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