Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

"Although it is already night, Master, there is no need to worry. We are already quite far from the ground."

Hearing Miles's words, Victor raised his chin slightly and glanced at the rough cave ceiling, which was quite far away.

Under the [Magic Affinity] vision, he observed that the rune structure on the three layers of barriers was indeed less stable than any he had ever seen before.

"If this territory were moved up a hundred meters or so, it might indeed be permeated by the magic of the night."

"I can't speak," Victor said calmly, following Miles down the street.

The houses along the road are not large, which is related to the overall size of the territory, as this territory is roughly the size of Northwind Ridge.

Northwind Ridge is a small town on the outskirts of a minor baronial territory, and it's not much better here.

The only difference is that most of the residents here are dwarfs with big noses and bright eyes.

"Lord Miles, Lord Mage."

When Victor and Miles passed by, the townspeople would wave in their direction.

That genuine smile and natural wave felt incredibly familiar to Viktor.

The dwarf couple, carrying large and small bags, walked home after finishing their work.

There was also a dwarf miner in the tavern, carrying a pickaxe in one hand and a bottle of liquor in the other, bragging to his friends.

When they saw Victor and Miles walking by, they would greet them in this direction.

This ordinary yet peaceful atmosphere made Viktor feel as if he had returned to Northwind Ridge.

"If you can't stand their lack of manners, I can make them more respectful, for example, make them bow to you."

Seeing Victor staring at the townspeople with a calm expression, Miles assumed it meant the man disliked him and quickly said:

"Or, could you put my name at the end?"

"No need."

Victor shook his head.

He knew what Miles had misunderstood, but he wasn't going to explain. He simply took in the smiling faces silently.

He was certain that these were all true.

"Miles, I can sense that they are distinctly different from the slaves in other territories."

"this......"

Miles' eyelids twitched slightly, a bad feeling creeping over him. He was about to say something when Victor raised his hand to interrupt him.

Immediately afterwards, he heard something unbelievable.

"I want to say that you took very good care of them."

As Victor spoke, he turned his head to look at Miles, who was staring blankly, and then reached out and patted the other man's shoulder three times, neither too hard nor too soft.

He then walked towards the mine entrance not far away on his own.

"..."

Miles pondered Victor's words, watching the boy's retreating figure, and gradually slowed his pace.

For some reason, at this moment he suddenly lost his fear of the boy, but he also did not have the idea of ​​enslaving him.

He raised his hand, looked at his thick palm, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, feeling that all of this was so unreal.

"He's a highly talented academy mage, why would he say something like that to me? And does he really agree with me?"

Miles muttered to himself, then suddenly felt darkness fall ahead.

Looking up, I realized we had already reached the entrance of the mine.

But where did the Master go?

"..."

Looking at the dark passage filled with torches, he frowned slightly, vaguely recalling some unpleasant memories.

He quickly stepped inside.

However, as the clanging and banging sounds reached his ears, he found those past events becoming clearer and clearer.

That was the first time he had invited his brother to visit his territory.

And the first thing that happened when the guy who looked exactly like him walked in was to wrinkle his nose:

"It stinks."

Are all the slaves here of inferior race?

At first, Miles didn't think much of it, but after they walked down the street and sat down in the tavern, he noticed that his brother's face was grim.

"Miles, I don't understand why you haven't inherited our Grey Dwarves' methods of governance at all; those things are just slaves."

"Letting them have emotions will only slow things down. Smell this ale, it smells good, doesn't it?"

The other person pushed a glass of ale on the table towards us, saying with a serious expression:

"Look at its quality! Why don't you urge them to produce such fine wine overnight? Do you want to watch gold coins slip through your fingers? You..."

"That's enough!"

Before his brother could continue, Miles slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly.

Then, before the other person could react, he grabbed them, pulled them by the arm, and headed straight towards the mine.

"Come with me to the mine and see for yourself that my masterpiece is better than any of the Grey Dwarves in history."

His expression was extremely serious, and he growled without turning his head:

"I will prove to you that relentlessly exploiting slaves is absolutely wrong!"

And soon, the result was as he had expected.

When the older brother saw the miners working hard in the mine, each one more diligent than the last, his eyes revealed an undisguised surprise.

"See? This is it..."

"My God, why didn't you tell me sooner that you had such a strong slave, my dear brother?"

However, before he could even articulate his theory of paid work, his brother, the smug gray dwarf,

He rushed into the mine and then slapped the ground with his hand.

"Bang!"

With a loud explosion, Miles saw a slave who had just been mining turn into a bloody mist.

A person dressed in a pure white mage's robe and wearing a mask suddenly appeared behind his brother.

However, the other person disappeared again in the next second.

"Bang, bang..."

Immediately afterwards, one miner after another turned into a bloody mist before Miles' eyes.

"..."

As he watched the slaves he had painstakingly trained fall before his eyes, Miles' pupils constricted sharply.

"Kyle!!!"

He gritted his teeth, roared, and charged into the mine, a scroll of explosive magic appearing in his hand.

Just as she was about to rush to her brother's side, he simply smiled faintly.

Miles only saw a white shadow flash before his eyes, followed by a fist that rapidly enlarged.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, Miles was sent flying backward, rolling more than ten meters across the ground before finally landing face-first on the stone.

"Idiot, you just did something against the rules, what's there to brag about? Do you really think you're right?"

In his hazy state of consciousness, Miles heard Kyle's low voice and struggled to keep his eyelids open.

Then, a foot landed on his face:

"Think about it carefully. This is my last gift to you. I hope you like it."

As soon as he finished speaking, two bottles of black powder landed in front of Miles with a clinking sound, almost hitting his eyes.

But he didn't close his eyes; instead, he stared intently at the two bottles of powder, his eyes filled with hatred.

"I will... use this to build my own kingdom."