Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

The boy's words, and the other's unyielding fiery eyes, made Miles' expression freeze, and then he felt as if the air around him was on fire.

Even though the other person remained calm, it only increased Miles's pressure, making him feel as if the other person would burn him to ashes at any moment.

"this......"

However, years of managing his territory quickly brought Miles back to his senses.

Was the monk asking for his opinion when he told him all this? He didn't think so.

"You need to..."

He wanted to say "I need help," but he realized halfway through the sentence that it wasn't right.

Based on his understanding of the monk before him, the monk probably already had a way to deal with the "incarnation of greed," and was only coming to him now as a precaution.

"If you wish to transfer some personnel from my territory, I would be more than happy to do so."

A thought flashed through his mind, and he smiled, appearing extremely respectful:

"But what can I get out of it? Well, just a little bit."

Miles could see where Victor's confidence came from, but as a businessman driven by profit, he only saw that his efforts would solidify the friendship between them.

But come on, don't be ridiculous. Without real benefits, who would help someone they can't fully confide in?

"..."

Seeing that Miles had withstood the pressure and was starting to ask for favors, Victor silently controlled his mage hand to wipe away the last bit of stain on the table.

Then, the corners of his mouth curved slightly:

"Miles, you are a clever grey dwarf and a businessman with enough ambition."

"Perhaps you will become a great lord in the future."

Viktor picked up his water glass, took a sip, and then smiled.

"But neither now nor in the future will you have the right to negotiate with me, will you?"

After speaking, he slowly put down the water glass, and the crimson flames in his eyes subsided, revealing his calm, black eyes, which stared at the slightly swaying surface of the water in the glass.

This posture looks even calmer than before.

But for some reason, Miles felt incredibly oppressed, especially as he pondered the other person's last words, that calm rhetorical question:

"Isn't that right?"

Gurgle.

Miles swallowed hard, feeling like he'd never sweated so much as he had today.

He raised his hand to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead, and slowly stood up, intending to apologize and bow:

"I made a mistake just now..."

"So you know how big a mistake you made?"

But Miles had only gotten halfway up when Victor interrupted, ignoring his stiff expression, and continued:

"Think carefully about how much trouble this 'embodiment of greed' has caused you, and now you still have the mind to negotiate with me?"

These words were spoken casually, without a hint of reprimand.

But Miles heard it differently.

"Why do I feel like the Mage is more of a businessman than I am?"

As he thought this, he felt that Victor's white robe looked more and more like a merchant's coat for protection from the wind and cold, and a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes.

Besides the indelible painful memories, what other troubles does the "embodiment of greed" bring to oneself?

My own territory isn't very good...

Thinking of this, his previously doubtful expression gradually stiffened.

Miles frowned and gave Victor, who was staring intently at the water glass, a deep look.

This venerable monk doesn't seem to care much about his own thoughts; he's only guiding me to discover the truth from beginning to end.

"I'm sorry, I've been neglecting the development of the territory."

He sighed deeply and sat down before Victor could speak.

"You reminded me that if it weren't for that powerful monster guarding the upstream of my territory, I would probably have expanded my business much further by now."

Making the territory self-sufficient was not difficult for the gray dwarves; Miles had already accomplished it just a few years after the territory was established.

In the time that followed, because of the existence of the "embodiment of greed," he never considered leaving the territory.

But... that desire for more wealth never disappeared; it was just hidden away.

"I think I know what to do."

Miles rose again and bowed deeply to Victor, the forced smile no longer appearing on his face.

Instead, he had an extremely serious expression.

"very good."

Viktor nodded, a knowing glint in his eyes.

He believed he hadn't done anything wrong; he had simply used his understanding of the gray dwarves to lure them into a trap he had set.

Of course, this was clearly a sweet treat for Miles.

"You need to gather the fastest and bravest men in my territory. Once you've done that, I'll personally instruct them."

After saying that, Viktor got up and left.

"I will take care of it."

Miles stood there, watching him open the door and leave, his eyes more serious than ever before.

......

When Victor returned to the cabin, Laura was curled up on a deck chair, looking quite adorable.

But... looking at the other person's ashen deathly color, he couldn't help but think that the person in front of him was still a corpse.

"..."

Victor did not disturb the other party, and quietly walked into the dark storage room, then relied on his memory to come to the candlestick.

As the flame ignited, the candlestick illuminated the table below and reflected the thick books on it.

Splash!

Victor pulled up a chair, sat down, and began to read the book.

Looking at the densely packed, beautiful characters on it, he gradually became engrossed in it.

Last night, Senior Laura gave him guidance on the basics of potions and shared many of her unique insights, which even Victor couldn't immediately digest.

Moreover, the other person's knowledge was indeed extensive; their explanation and analysis alone put the senior student to sleep.

"The Burning Potion can amplify the power of fire elemental magic, but unfortunately, we don't have all the materials, so we can't make it for now."

"The same goes for weak intelligence-boosting potions."

Viktor flipped through a dozen pages of the book and muttered to himself.

Then, he turned a few more pages, his gaze settling on a pile of simple formulas that Laura had repeatedly scribbled over and memorized.

"Feather grass, wind-blooming flowers, and bat wings..."

Following the list of fewer than five ingredients is the name of the potion: [Weak Speed ​​Potion].

Making this potion doesn't require advanced potion-making skills. Just understanding the incantation and a basic production process gives you an 80% chance of success.

It shouldn't be too beginner-friendly.

Its effect is simple and easy to understand; it simply increases the user's movement speed, but its effect is much less than that of a speed potion.

While pondering, Victor picked up the candlestick and got up to search the room for the ingredients to make the potion.

He didn't notice that while he was busy, the door had been pushed open a crack, and a lifeless eye peered inside.