Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

Compared to the silence of the night,

At midday, the earth was bathed in the blazing sun's rays, and there was hardly a shadow to be seen.

Even if it did exist, it would probably evaporate on the spot.

Under the shade of a tree, Viktor wiped the sweat from his brow and gazed into the distance at the end of the dirt road.

There's nothing there yet.

Just as Elena had guessed, he lived in the nearest town to the slums—Northwind Ridge.

It was a hundred miles away from the corrupt land, and even in the commoner district it wasn't considered a wealthy place; it wasn't a good place to go.

But it's much better than a rotten land devoid of food.

Besides, the original owner's foundation was there, so where else could she go if she didn't return to the town?

At least, there's a decent bakery in Beifenggang.

The owner there treated him well.

"Phew... there are still dozens of miles left, let's walk them all in one go."

Viktor wiped the sweat from his brow and continued walking forward on the hard, dry dirt road.

......

Beifenggang, dozens of miles away.

The rows of medieval houses are neatly arranged, and a few townspeople occasionally walk into the Bitter Leaf Tavern along the street, making the place even more lively.

The bakery across from the tavern, however, was deserted.

Rowling sat in the bakery, propping her chin up with her hand, looking somewhat bored, watching the townspeople hurrying by, hoping someone would come in.

Without exception, those people either passed by or went into the tavern.

This scene reminded her of when the bakery first opened three years ago.

It was just as bleak.

The difference was... someone walked in that day.

A young boy, his body tattered, his face covered in mud and blood.

It looked so pitiful, like a stray dog ​​that had been abandoned.

"..."

A look of reminiscence appeared in Rowling's purple eyes, and a slight smile curved her lips.

The bread was clearly delicious, otherwise why would that little guy have eaten more than a dozen?

He even insisted on becoming the first employee at the bakery and eating there every day.

Thinking of this, she lowered her eyes, feeling a sense of unease.

It's been almost two days, and that kid clearly said he was only asking for two days off...

"Aunt Rowling."

Just then, a boy walked in through the door.

Rowling's beautiful eyes flickered for a moment, but her gaze returned to calm once she saw who it was.

The person who walked into the bakery was a somewhat delicate-looking young man with black hair and black eyes, but a pair of pointed ears.

It was obvious that the other party was a half-elf.

"Welcome, Ryan."

Rowling smiled and nodded, gesturing with her chin to the shelf beside her: "Help yourself with bread if you're hungry."

"Thank goodness, I really didn't have lunch. Thank you, Aunt Rowling, for your generosity."

Ryan's face lit up with joy. He quickly walked behind the counter, grabbed a pair of clips, and was about to go to the shelf to get the bread.

But when he saw the food laid out on top, his surprised expression immediately calmed down.

The shelves were full of fried dough rings.

That was a bread that Rowling made to imitate the donuts of the rich. Because the ingredients were cheap and common, the taste was naturally much worse.

But in Beifenggang, this is a donut.

Unfortunately, this kind of thing was sold too much three years ago, and the townspeople got tired of it, so it's not selling well now.

He was well aware of this, and Rowling, as the bakery owner, was even more aware of it.

"Ugh."

Renn glanced at the young woman cautiously and saw that she was staring outside, looking absent-minded, and guessed the reason.

So he lost his appetite, put down the clips, grabbed a fried dough ring at random, and walked over to Rowling.

"that......"

He came here today because he had something he wanted to say.

But as he approached and saw the deep melancholy on the young woman's face, he immediately swallowed his words, his heart pounding with the urge to back down.

He subconsciously moved a little further away, afraid of disturbing Rowling's thoughts, and silently covered his mouth with a dough ring.

"Um?"

However, having managed the business for so many years, how could Rowling not have noticed the boy's unusual behavior? She smiled helplessly.

Is it that obvious?

She sighed inwardly, then calmly asked, "Have you discovered any clues, related to Victor?"

"..."

Sweat silently slid down Renn's forehead.

He did make some discoveries, but after weighing the options, he didn't want to talk about them.

"I have indeed made some discoveries, but the clues aren't pointing in a good direction..."

Upon hearing this strange remark, he suddenly noticed Rowling's brow furrow, and quickly continued:

"Ah, but that's just my guess. Please don't be angry if you hear it."

"explain!"

"Yes, yes."

Rowling's low shout startled the boy, who immediately spoke:

"Yesterday I heard from you that Viktor had taken leave, so I went to his house to look for him. He looked very unwell, as if he had encountered some trouble..."

He was a little nervous, and worried that he might have missed some details that would upset Rowling, so he recounted everything in great detail.

Only when Rowling's expression grew increasingly serious did he get to the crucial point:

"I passed by his house today and found the door unlocked, so I went in to check, and I found... an opened letter on his bedside table."

"Where's the letter?"

Rowling asked in a deep voice.

"I didn't bring it, but I know what it contains. Let me think, let me think."

Ryan shook his head, feeling a bit overwhelmed by Rowling's question.

He had never seen the other person so anxious before, like a volcano about to erupt at any moment.

Fortunately, he remembered it quickly:

"It's corruption! The letters were burned to ashes, but one scrap of paper had two words written on it: corruption!"

As he spoke, his eyes lit up, and his whole body relaxed.

in contrast.

Rowling's previously suppressed expression froze, and her pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

Something was silently shattering in her mind.

That was Viktor's figure, being torn apart by a dense, almost tangible mist.

Gradually, Rowling's body began to tremble, and her originally straight back collapsed instantly.

She helplessly propped her face up with her hands, then covered her face.

"..."

Seeing this, Ryan opened his mouth slightly, only to realize that he had been too blunt.

But the answer is cruel.

A commoner travels to a corrupt land because of a letter, and then dies alone.

No one will know what happened inside. Victor will be erased from his name, become a part of the corrupt land, and disappear forever.

The bakery fell silent for a moment, with only the occasional sound of a woman sobbing.

Raine listened silently, overwhelmed with regret, the lingering sweetness of the fried dough ring in his mouth unable to mask his sorrow.

The noise from the street made him feel even more annoyed, and the thought of escaping from this place even arose in his mind.

But as time went on, some comments caught his attention:

"Oh, gods above! How could you have made such a mess of things?"

"Oh my god, were you bullied? This smell is just awful..."

Raine slowly turned his head, his numb gaze fixed on the street.

"Sorry, there was a small mishap, but it's been resolved."

He heard a familiar voice.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the figure walking on the street.

"Victor?"

Renn's expression changed drastically, and he uttered a question in a distorted tone.

Rowling had already lowered her hand, her slightly red and swollen eyes staring blankly at the tattered figure.

Watching the other person walk out of the window's reach and turn the corner.

She stood up, wiped her eyes twice, and strode towards the store.

Rowling.

Just then, Victor lifted the curtain of the bakery and called out instinctively.

The next instant, he crashed into a broad chest and was firmly held in place by a pair of hands.

Viktor felt his breathing become difficult and turned his head away with difficulty.

But just then, a slightly trembling voice came:

"Welcome home, Victor."

"..."

Viktor froze, feeling an inexplicable warm current flowing from the person in front of him into his own body.

At that moment, he had a feeling.

My career as a police officer... is completely over.