Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

Regarding how a mage can be considered prepared, Miles thought he should be like Victor, preparing food and water in advance before going out.

One bite of the fragrant fried dough ring, and the crispy texture immediately caught Miles' eye.

"It's delicious! Did you make this?"

Viktor, who was also eating a fried dough ring, shook his head upon hearing this, but then Rowling's gentle face appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but smile.

Seeing the boy smile without saying anything, Miles didn't ask any further questions, but instead turned his gaze to the window.

There weren't many pedestrians on the road, and the lone figure of a boy standing there easily came into his view.

"That child didn't mean any harm; he was just afraid of losing it, so he wanted to protect the town."

Smelling the delicious aroma of food in the air, he felt a little more relaxed, but still noticed a flaw in his words: "He probably didn't see you yesterday."

"..."

Viktor took a big bite of the fried dough ring, then picked up his water glass to drink, his gaze drifting to the window, where he saw the boy again.

The other person stood under a tree, staring up at it, while some dwarf teenagers walked by laughing and joking, but none of them greeted him.

It looks like they were abandoned by their parents or are orphans.

Viktor thought this, but he didn't feel much in his heart. He had seen plenty of people like that, regardless of their background.

He looked away and put down his water glass.

"I've come here today because I have something more important to discuss with you."

As he finished speaking, he clearly saw Miles's expression gradually become serious, but he did not speak immediately. Instead, he silently drank his water and then continued to eat his breakfast.

Miles didn't say anything either, and silently ate his fried dough ring.

He was always shrewd and calculating, and at this moment he could easily sense the seriousness in Victor's tone.

Clearly, what the other party mentioned today is no less serious than the incident yesterday that nearly killed him.

For a moment, only the sounds of chewing and swallowing filled the room.

But soon, the two sounds gradually subsided, and Miles discovered that Victor's plate was empty.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and the fragrance he had just smelled seemed to dissipate into some indescribable scent.

But he still subconsciously sped up.

Seeing this, Victor simply swept the plate aside, crossed his arms, and rested his elbows on the table.

"Do you know about the 'Incarnation of Greed'? It's that eerie flower upstream in your territory?"

He asked with a smile, leaning slightly forward.

Miles was swallowing the fried dough ring he had just chewed when a look of doubt suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"The embodiment of greed"—why does that name sound so familiar?

He tried to search his mind for the somewhat unfamiliar word, but his gaze inadvertently fell on his water glass.

Looking at the slightly rippling water, he finally remembered something.

That was an afternoon ten years ago.

He arrived here with great ambitions, venturing alone into the depths of the cave, barely managing to survive.

They were about to reach a depth where the darkness had barely affected them, but by then he had run out of ammunition and supplies.

In their midst of hunger and thirst, they stumbled upon an underground jungle.

"Very good."

Miles was overjoyed and rushed into a banana-shaped fruit.

Amidst the rapid clatter of footsteps, he remained completely unaware that a crimson line had sped past at the edge of his vision.

Just as he was about to leap high and touch the bright yellow fruit.

Swish!

"Sizzle!"

Accompanying the sharp whooshing sound was Miles feeling a piercing pain in his heart as if something sharp had pierced it.

But before he could even look down, his body was already being swirled up by that thing.

Only then did he realize that what was wrapped around him was actually a series of red tongues.

"Damn it!"

Miles was terrified as he watched the plane fly off into the unknown.

But the fatal wound caused his adrenaline to surge wildly, temporarily numbing him to pain, and reason took over.

A flash of light appeared on the ring on his thumb, and a powerful explosive scroll appeared in his hand.

"Snapped!"

As his body moved rapidly, his head slammed into a tree trunk, but he had already ignored the pain.

His lips opened and closed repeatedly, uttering ancient incantations related to fire, like the roar of an ancient dragon.

Just as blood dripped from the side of his head and struck the flaming pattern in the very center of the scroll.

"boom!"

The scroll exploded, sending a burst of flames soaring into the cave ceiling, while Miles was blasted away.

He was sent flying backward in a spread-eagle position, and during that time, he saw...

Behind the blazing fire, a sinister and terrifying smiling face lurked deep in the jungle.

"Gurgle..."

In a daze, Miles fell into a river, and his consciousness gradually sank.

"Cough...cough cough cough!"

When Miles snapped out of his reverie, the first thing he saw was the shimmering water in the glass. He was about to shout when he choked on the food he had swallowed halfway through.

Viktor's expression froze for a moment, then he quickly stood up and went to his side, slapping the other man hard on the back.

"cough."

Miles coughed up a large chunk of half-chewed food, and his pale face gradually regained color.

"I remember now."

"That demon...is deep in the jungle."

He remembered everything. The name "Incarnation of Greed" was a nickname given by adventurers on the continent to a monster that looked very similar to the Gluttonous Flower.

Once you step into someone else's territory, they will eat whatever it is, no matter what it is.

The reason he only remembered that thing now was because he had never associated the smiling demon with the "embodiment of greed".

Looking back now, that enormous size and that eerie smile... it was definitely true!

"That thing... it's still alive?"

A clear look of anger, along with a hint of unease, flashed in Miles' eyes.

Seeing this, Viktor breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing the other person suddenly freeze, he guessed that Miles probably knew about the existence of this thing.

However, when he noticed that the other party remained silent, he became somewhat suspicious.

"Fortunately, it seems that Miles has only faced that thing before, and probably didn't get the better of it, which is why he reacted like this."

He muttered to himself, slowly walked back to his seat, casually summoned his [Mage's Hand] and flew towards the bathroom room, where he grabbed a rag and began cleaning the table.

"My purpose in coming here to gather materials is merely to conceal my true intentions."

While controlling the ghostly hand to clean it up, he explained:

"My true purpose in stepping out of Selene's protection this time is to eradicate the cancerous tumor of 'the embodiment of greed.'"

As he spoke, his pupils instantly turned crimson, with a faint glimmer of firelight visible within them:

"As you can see, the element I am drawn to is fire."