Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

The next morning, Mikander got up very early.

After a quick wash, he left home, but as soon as he closed the door, he found his hands empty.

After thinking about it, he turned back.

"Squeak."

A few minutes later, Mikander came out again, this time carrying a burlap sack and dressed much neater.

He looked out over the street and noticed it was unusually quiet today, with hardly any pedestrians. He raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Strange, did Lord Miles give everyone a day off today? Why isn't anyone working?"

As he pondered, he stepped into the street and headed towards the guest room area to the east.

He kept glancing in different directions as he walked, his expression somewhat unnatural, and his pace quickened.

After walking for a short while, Mikander finally entered the guest room area, but the scene before him was a huge shock.

In front of the main guest room, a large number of dwarf townspeople had gathered, surrounding Victor, who was dressed in hemp clothing, asking him all sorts of questions, and some even came forward to offer gifts.

Although it seems that the gifts given are just ordinary ornaments and food that can only be produced in the cave environment.

But judging from Viktor's smiling acceptance, he probably liked it quite a bit.

"..."

Seeing this, Mikander glanced down at the opening of the sack in his hand and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

After traveling with Victor yesterday, he gained many insights, especially...

After witnessing the opponent pierce through that enormous object with a single blow by throwing a blazing flame, the opponent's figure seemed to be constantly radiating a crimson light.

"So, I'm not the only one who feels that way."

As he whispered, he felt the slight embarrassment dissipate, and he picked up the sack and walked toward the crowd.

......

"Thank you for your righteous intervention, Master. If it weren't for your arrival, that monster would have kept us trapped here for who knows how much longer."

"Thank you, Your Excellency, this is just a small token of our family's appreciation."

The townspeople warmly surrounded Viktor in the center, constantly offering him things.

Viktor wore a helpless smile, but his tone was very calm as he casually put the items the townspeople had brought into his equipment inventory.

He considered refusing, but thinking about the repeated gifts he might receive if he declined, he had no choice but to accept them.

In the blink of an eye, he saw that more than a dozen slots in his equipment inventory were filled, with the most Rock Coins, some in bags, some individually, and various sizes of accessories.

"I understand everyone's gratitude, but it is our academy's duty to eradicate evil monsters. If you want to express your gratitude, then express it to the academy."

Viktor took a few more items, and seeing that several more people were about to receive things, he finally couldn't help but suggest:

"Besides, it wouldn't be good if it interfered with your work."

Fortunately, the townspeople were somewhat obedient. When they heard Viktor mention the word "labor," they finally toned down their enthusiasm and put down their things with big laughs.

Seeing this, Victor added:

"I will be staying here for a long time. You can come to me if you need anything."

Having said all that, the older dwarfs, though they hadn't yet presented their gifts to Victor, knew they couldn't waste the mage's time.

"Alright, alright, then we won't bother you any longer, Master."

"Next time we come to see you, we will bring gold coins."

As they spoke, they immediately led the crowd to disperse.

Seeing this, Viktor breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at the large amount of food in his inventory and thought to himself that he wouldn't have to worry about food from now on.

Just as he was pondering, he saw a figure advancing instead of retreating, and he couldn't help but look up.

Then Mikand walked up to them, carrying a burlap sack and looking serious.

Viktor took a closer look and found that the other person was about half a head shorter than him, and had a very young face, about eleven or twelve years old.

"Master."

Mikander bowed very respectfully.

This completely different appearance from when they first met yesterday made Victor immediately realize that the other person's arrival had a different purpose than that of the other townspeople.

"Did you run into some trouble?"

Victor immediately asked.

Mikander shook his head, his eyes shining even brighter, as if the person before him was no longer a peer, but someone of higher status and worthy of admiration.

"I just wanted to see you, and maybe see if there's anything I can do for you."

And as Victor had guessed, the other party's words were frank and straightforward.

So, was this guy convinced by himself? That kind of scene is indeed very effective for people of this age.

Although he now has an encyclopedic senior sister by his side, Mikander, as a resident of this territory, can still help him with many things.

"Okay, I happen to need you to do something for me."

Viktor thought for a moment, then turned and went inside.

Mikander's eyes flickered slightly, a hint of pleasure creeping in.

He had rarely felt this sense of being needed in all these years. He never imagined that, apart from being the only one to drink the perfect potion yesterday...

The Master actually asked me to do something today?

"Perhaps, he acknowledges my abilities?"

He muttered to himself as he followed Viktor into the house.

Viktor was standing in front of the storage room door. He glanced through the crack at the still unconscious senior student before closing the door.

"Yesterday, while I was practicing magic, I accidentally broke that recliner. Could you help me fix it?"

Victor turned around and looked at Mikander, who was standing awkwardly in front of the table.

"Do you need the recliner repaired?"

Mikander was not surprised by this demand, and his gaze naturally drifted toward the only recliner in the room.

It was a brown wooden recliner, but unlike other chairs, its armrests were blackened.

"Are these...lumps of charcoal?"

During his years living underground, although he wasn't required to do any work, he still learned a lot on his own.

At this moment, it is immediately apparent that the armrests of this bench have not simply turned black, but have been completely carbonized.

Moreover, when Mikander reached out to touch the carbonized handrails, he instinctively pulled his hand back.

He didn't feel the hardened texture like charcoal, but rather...

It was as cold as ice, yet as loose and brittle as dried-out human skin.

"rustle......"

He was jolted awake by a slight sound, and looked in astonishment at the handrail he had just touched, which had turned into white powder and fallen to the ground.

Then it turned into even smaller ashes and scattered on the ground.

"I didn't control my strength well last night."

"No, you don't need to tell me anything."

Seeing that Mikander looked frightened, Victor offered a brief explanation, but was immediately stopped by the other party.

Mikander crouched down, picked up the ashes from the ground, and examined them carefully.

"I'm not a talented person; you just need to give me instructions."