Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

After Elena left, the office lights went out.

Lutia stood by the window with her arms crossed, watching the girl safely leave the teaching area and enter the arcane corridor before slowly turning her gaze away.

At the same time, he reached out his right hand to the small table next to him and picked up the coffee that had been brewing for a long time but he hadn't drunk much of.

I took a sip; it was already cold.

But the aroma and bitterness of the coffee weren't as strong.

She stared at the students coming and going in the academy, her gaze somewhat unfocused.

A few minutes later, when she came to her senses, she found herself holding an empty cup to her lips.

"...Never mind."

She spoke softly, turning to look at the quill pen that had fallen silent and lay quietly on the notebook table:

"Since he is my student, I can't treat him hastily. Let's observe him for at least two more days."

As she spoke, she set down the empty glass, a faint chill emanating from her palm that quickly transformed into water droplets that danced within the glass, carrying away the remaining brown liquid.

The water condensed back into ice and flew back into Lutia's palm.

She finished everything in two seconds and left in her leather boots.

"Bang."

As the door closed, everything in the office fell silent.

rustle......

But faintly, a rustling sound seemed to come from inside the room again.

Selene region, Miles territory.

Viktor, holding a candlestick, looked around the display stand filled with various materials, a smile on his face.

"Eighteen types. I checked the information on the black scroll, and we have collected eighteen types of materials."

At that moment, Laura, holding a black scroll, slowly walked to his side, looked up at him, and said:

"However, although we did collect the materials, we only met the requirements. The quality of these mass-produced materials may not be as good as..."

"Senior, don't forget why we came here."

Listening to the voice coming from the mental link, Victor watched as the booth was being packed up, responded, and neatly arranged several materials.

Laura blinked, then held the black scroll up to her eyes, a look of realization dawning on her face.

Indeed, Viktor's purpose in coming here was to collect the materials on the scroll, and he took on the task of helping Viktor organize the materials.

So, the junior has already achieved half of his goal. The remaining half will probably have to wait until he defeats the "Avatar of Greed" before he can collect it.

"Shall we go look for it tomorrow?"

Thinking this, she subconsciously asked a question, a strong thirst for knowledge welling up in her eyes.

Victor knew perfectly well that what the other party longed to know was exactly what he had just obtained from the secret stone that day.

He was equally curious about this secret technique that could be directly transformed into equipment, as it was his first exclusive spell that could be adapted to any level.

Moreover, when he first acquired this secret technique, he also had the same thought of immediately challenging the "Incarnation of Greed".

But just to be on the safe side, he decided to make a few more preparations:

"No rush."

Viktor shook his head, then reached out and tapped on the black scroll:

"Tonight, could you show me around the materials we've collected? I'll discuss it with Miles tomorrow and then make a decision."

Upon hearing this, Laura was stunned, and the emotion in her eyes quietly faded away.

When exactly did I lose the ability to think before acting that a mage should have? That caution is the last thing a mage should lose.

"..."

But as she stared at Viktor's profile, her expression gradually softened.

Perhaps it was when I first met this junior, or perhaps it was when I saw him easily accomplish something that ordinary people could not.

But none of that matters anymore.

"As a senior student, I naturally do my best to fulfill this request."

She replied telepathically, "But let me make this clear first, my current body won't get tired."

"..."

Viktor raised an eyebrow slightly, thinking to himself, "Isn't this a coincidence?"

......

the next morning,

Many people in the territory were already passing by Miles's house with farm tools or pickaxes.

The footsteps were so soft and rustling that they couldn't reach Miles' ears in the bedroom.

He was still fast asleep on the couch.

Since no croaking insects have been introduced into the territory yet, the townspeople rely on their own initiative and their desire for money to get up and go to work.

Only he, the lord, after transforming his territory into the current recyclable town, takes a break every day for a while.

"Clang clang."

But today, the door, which rarely makes a sound, was unexpectedly knocked on.

Miles opened his eyes in a half-awake state, half-raising his head to look out the window at the bedroom.

However, how could he possibly see who was outside the two doors?

He lay down immediately, almost without thinking.

""

"Miles, could you please open the door?"

"..."

But the moment his head hit the pillow, that familiar fist, which had pounded on him like a demon yesterday, resurfaced in his mind.

Miles suddenly opened his eyes, sprang up, and quickly got out of bed and rushed out of the bedroom.

Outside the gate.

"Lord Miles is probably still resting. If you insist on going in, please wait a moment."

A human boy passing by stood with his hands on his hips in front of Miles's door, staring coldly at Victor.

Victor remained calm, not wanting to bother with this meddlesome guy who had suddenly appeared, so he simply ignored him.

"Hmph, you bastard."

This human boy had an ordinary appearance, but his eyes were bright and piercing, and when he glared at them now, he actually looked quite fierce.

"Let's wait then, Lord Miles isn't going to show up anyway..."

"Bang!"

However, before he could finish speaking, the door was pushed open from the inside, and the boy was knocked down by the door.

Immediately afterward, Miles rushed out of the house, ran to Victor, wiped the sweat from his brow, and grinned:

"I never expected that you would wake up so early, Master, and even deign to come and see me. I am extremely sorry."

As he spoke, Miles was completely unaware that there was a boy behind him who had been knocked to the ground and was slowly getting up.

"It's alright."

Victor glanced at the boy on the ground: "It's this guy who got bumped into by you; his forehead is all swollen."

"what?"

Miles' expression changed slightly, and he quickly turned around, only to find the boy in hemp clothing standing awkwardly by the door.

"I'm fine, Lord Miles."

As the boy spoke, his tiger-like eyes fixed on the ground, he quickly ran away.

Just before leaving, the other person turned around, gave Viktor a deep look, and muttered something under his breath.

"..."

Viktor simply shook his head at this.

"Um, Master, please come inside. I'll arrange for someone to bring you some food..."

"It's okay, I brought them all."

As he spoke, Viktor went into the house first. Seeing a long table set up inside, he casually chose a seat by the window.

Then, he reached into his sleeve and took out two plates, and then reached in again and took out two fried dough rings.