Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

"I'm sorry, Rowling, there won't be a next time."

In the bathroom, Victor scrubbed the grime off his shoulders with soap and spoke to Rowling outside the door.

"I understand, I was just worried about you because I thought you had gone to such a dangerous place."

A gentle response came from outside the door, calmer than before, but the worry was still evident.

But Rowling, seemingly worried that the boy would fret, quickly added:

"You go ahead and wash. I'm afraid if I stay any longer, you won't be finished washing by dark."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of footsteps leaving came from outside the door.

Victor stared at the door for a while, then breathed a sigh of relief.

It wasn't in vain that I spent so much time explaining; I finally convinced the other party that I hadn't gone to the place of corruption.

Rowling truly treated me like family, almost like a sister.

No, the other party stood at the door and asked no less than a hundred questions in a row, until he was hoarse from asking so many questions.

Could an older sister do that?

maybe.

But Viktor had never experienced that kind of deep-seated concern.

If someone cared about you like that in your past life, you would definitely cherish yourself more and wouldn't risk your life to block the guns of drug addicts.

Of course, he would never do that in his lifetime.

"I want to live well and protect everything I have."

Victor whispered, gripping the slippery bar of soap tightly, as if he had grasped something important.

He then pulled himself out of his thoughts and continued washing his body.

When he finished showering and came out of the bathroom, he saw the brand-new coarse linen clothes placed at the door and knew that they were prepared by Rowling.

His heart warmed.

I got dressed and went outside, only to see that it was just dusk outside the window.

The bakery had already closed early.

Rowling sat behind the counter, smiling as she scooped a bunch of donut-like things into a bowl.

Ryan, who was helping out from the side, was filled with shock:

"Aunt Rowling, are you sure Victor can finish all these dough rings?"

He met the other man as soon as Victor arrived in the town, and they quickly became good friends.

Even after three years of being partners, he had never heard of Viktor being able to eat a whole bowl of greasy fried dough rings.

"These are for me?"

Viktor heard his friend's words, looked at the pile of fried dough rings, and his heart trembled.

He felt a little strange when he saw that the bakery shelves were full of those donuts.

In retrospect, it was all for my own consumption.

"..."

Renn glanced at him, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes.

This thing looks so good after it's been washed.

Could it be that this guy's charm level... is no less than mine, a half-elf?

"Of course, I prepared carefully all night, and I changed all the ones from yesterday."

Rowling winked at Victor, a captivating smile curving her lips:

"You'll eat it all, right?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the young woman's beautiful eyes seemed to sparkle.

Viktor swallowed hard, too embarrassed to refuse.

At that moment, he deeply understood the meaning of the saying, "It is hardest to bear the kindness of a beautiful woman."

"Rowling, you really understand me best."

He flashed a sunny smile typical of a young man, feigning excitement, and pulled up a chair to sit in front of the counter.

Looking at Rowling's expectant expression, and then seeing Ryan's slightly doubtful look.

Victor smiled and turned his gaze to the fried dough ring in front of him.

To be honest, he was actually quite hungry.

Although it seems that some magic power has been absorbed into my body, I am not a demon and cannot consume magic power.

The fried dough rings are crispy and fragrant, and look as shiny as gold. They should taste pretty good.

He barely hesitated before picking up a piece and putting it in his mouth.

Instantly, a sweet aroma with an earthy, honey-like scent filled my mouth.

Viktor's eyes lit up.

Aside from being a little oily, the taste is actually quite good, much better than compressed biscuits.

A thought flashed through his mind, and he had already wolfed down one fried dough ring and picked up the second one.

At the same time, the memory of the day her father died, the first time she came to Beifenggang, and being fed by the kind bakery owner flashed through her mind.

That day, the original owner ate a large bowl of fried dough rings.

"Click".

Soon, with a burst of crispy crust, three fried dough rings were gone, and Victor reached out again.

"That's amazing."

Looking at his friend's enjoyable expression, Renn's eyes flashed with admiration.

He could only eat two of those greasy foods before reaching his limit, never expecting that a master was right beside him.

Rowling looked even more proud, thinking to herself that this was nothing compared to what she had learned.

but.

Neither of them noticed that Viktor had slowed down his chewing.

He did think the fried dough rings were good, but he wasn't a big eater and couldn't possibly eat a whole bowl of fried food.

If this continues, he'll eat two more at most before he's so full he'll throw up.

He glanced at Rowling discreetly.

Seeing that the other person was still staring at her, she couldn't help but think about the consequences of not finishing her food.

Rowling will probably be sad.

And you yourself may also be suspected.

"Gurgle."

He swallowed the food in his mouth, reached for a fried dough ring, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Can the equipment slots be used to store food?

Since he was desperate, he picked up a fried dough ring and bit off a piece.

At the same time, a thought occurred to me.

Suddenly, he felt his mouth go empty; the piece of fried dough ring he had just bitten off had vanished.

Below the field of vision, the equipment slots, which had been hidden for a long time, suddenly appeared.

In its fourth compartment, a piece of fried dough ring is prominently displayed.

[A section of fried dough ring]

There was no explanation, no effect, but the name was displayed.

But that's surprising enough.

Viktor pretended to be chewing, while he began to make plans in his mind.

So the equipment slots can also be used as a warehouse. I can put any important supplies in there from now on.

Isn't there only ten equipment slots?

"Click".

He acted on his thought, biting off another piece of fried dough ring and adding it to his equipment inventory.

The fifth slot is occupied.

Following suit, all but three of the slots, which were equipped with items, were filled with noodle rings.

Victor hesitated for a moment, then picked up the dough ring again.

Take a bite and add it to your inventory.

Then, a magical scene unfolded!

Ten new equipment slots have appeared above the equipment bar.

The eleventh position was conspicuously occupied by a fried dough ring.

"..."

Viktor's lips curled up, finally confirming his guess.

My own equipment inventory is a bottomless pit.

More accurately, it is a storage magic tool with infinite space.

"What's wrong, Viktor?"

Rowling's words interrupted his thoughts.

"Oh, I just remembered some happy things."

Victor shifted his gaze from the fritter ring to Rowling's face:

"Today's donuts are even more delicious than the ones from the other day."

"..."

Rowling felt a pang in her heart, her nose tingled, and she turned her head away.

"You're so kind, Victor."

"I mean, thank you for liking my donuts."