Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

Seeing that the trainees were finally immersed in training, Lutia glanced at the quill pen lying quietly on the notebook, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she couldn't help but mutter to herself.

Since the day before yesterday, the pen has been recording some of the incomprehensible things Victor has done.

She thought for a moment and figured the pen probably wouldn't do anything else, so she picked up the notebook and flipped through it, quickly finding the record from the day before yesterday.

A quick glance revealed the shocking news that Victor had mastered the secret technique overnight.

"Splash!"

Turning the pages of the book, Lutia looked at yesterday's information and couldn't help but sigh, feeling a slight headache coming on.

Level 4 mage Victor takes the initiative to find the monster "Avatar of Greed" that he had previously avoided, and uses his wisdom and newly acquired secret techniques to suppress it in one blow.

"Intelligence, a single strike?"

Lutia had lost count of how many times she had flipped through these records, and she couldn't help but smile disdainfully:

"The college's recording pens are really useful; they simplify those crucial notes into information that's practically incomprehensible."

Before she could finish speaking, she slammed the notebook onto the table.

Lutia stared coldly at the notebook on the table for a long time before letting out a cold snort and glancing at the white cube that had not been affected.

Seeing Elena diligently cultivating inside, she relaxed her brows slightly, wanting to take a closer look.

"call out!"

A beam of pale blue light flew into the room through the window at that moment, transforming into a pale blue paper bird that landed on her shoulder and brought its head close to her ear.

As the paper bird moved, Lutia's right hand, resting on the armrest of the chair, trembled slightly, and then...

The surrounding air made a slight "crackling" sound, and then a large patch of icy blue water mist appeared, but it did not stop condensing.

"Pat-pat..."

As the paper bird dissipated, the water elements, which had condensed into tiny ice particles, fell and landed on the desk, the floor beside it, and on the notebook.

"I didn't expect someone to notice so quickly."

Lutia stared at the notebook, muttering to herself, then got up and left.

But after taking only two steps, she stopped again, turned to the side, and raised her hand.

In an instant, the notebook, the pen, and the pure white cube transformed into white light and flew into her thumb ring.

After doing all this, she turned and left.

......

Meanwhile, in the underground passage.

Viktor walked up the slope and returned to the spot where he had killed "Avatar of Greed" the day before.

The man was dead; his shriveled, yellowish body lay deep in the jungle.

However, this place can no longer be called a jungle.

Because the giant creature had pulled its roots away in its final battle, it caused widespread ground fissures, and the underground jungle was split into many pieces.

The core area was directly split in two, forming a large rift valley, and the vegetation on it was blown away by the aftershocks of the battle, leaving only the ground.

"It's a pity that so many magical plants have been destroyed. I wonder if we can find any seeds to restore them."

As he pondered, Victor looked around and discovered that at the end of the great rift valley ahead, there had been a simple wooden bridge built at some point.

Miles?

Without a second thought, Viktor pictured the shrewd face of the grey dwarf in his mind.

Before long, when he reached the other side of the rift, he indeed found the other under the huge roots beneath the corpse of the "Incarnation of Greed".

At this moment, the other party is directing several dwarfs to cut off a few roots from the "Incarnation of Greed".

"Clatter".

Miles smiled as he watched a long, blood-red root, its tip shaped like a palm and its overall thickness the size of an upper arm, fall to the ground.

He immediately picked it up and began to examine it very carefully from the cut, his fingers constantly rubbing it, trying to find any flaws in this long root.

Miles.

At that moment, a voice rang out behind him, startling Miles so much that he shuddered and slammed the blood-red root to the ground.

"my darling!"

Miles' eyes bulged, he let out a cry of alarm, and then pounced on the ground like a vicious dog pouncing on its prey, scooping up the blood-red root.

He examined the treasure in his hand with an almost morbid gaze.

This scene, observed by Viktor who had just walked over, seemed strangely comical.

But seeing how the other party treated a magical material as a precious treasure, he felt a sense of relief.

The nature of the grey dwarves dictates that they value wealth above all else; they desire anything of value, especially high-value items.

But when they first met, the other party was probably terrified and actually said something like, "I'd trade my wealth for my life."

On the contrary, this current appearance is more in line with the character of the gray dwarves.

"Who called me just now? I almost ruined this precious 'Plunder Root'!"

Just as Victor was pondering, Miles suddenly shouted angrily, then stood up while clutching the blood-red root: "Luckily it wasn't broken, otherwise I would have..."

Miles turned around abruptly and saw Victor staring at him with a smile, his eyes somewhat amused.

"Go on, I'm listening."

"..."

Miles's anger froze on his face, then gradually melted away, quickly turning into a smile:

"You know, if I accidentally break something, I'll blame this and that, haha... but I didn't mean to blame you."

"I see."

Victor only teased his opponent briefly before immediately turning his gaze to the blood-red root in the opponent's hand:

"You just mentioned that this is called 'Plundering Roots.' Does that mean this monster's root system is different?"

"certainly."

Seeing that Victor wasn't going to pursue the matter further, Miles breathed a sigh of relief and replied:

"When a monster reaches level 5 or higher, not only will it possess more power, but its intelligence will also be further enhanced."

As he spoke, he lifted the "Plunder Root" with one hand and pointed to the tip of the long root with the other.

"You see, ordinary plant-type monsters don't grow structures like human hands, especially not hands that look exactly the same."

Miles spoke, his gaze shifting with a complex mix as he looked at the dwarfs who were working:

"This thing must have eaten a lot of living creatures to evolve into its current form. It's probably close to level 8."

"..."

Looking into the complex eyes of the gray dwarf before him, Victor knew that the other man was probably not lying, but he still sneered inwardly.

This guy didn't reveal all the information to me before the battle.

However, this information was irrelevant; at that time, he was already 80% confident in killing "The Incarnation of Greed".

"Level 8? That will definitely take some effort."

Victor glanced sideways at the corpses the dwarves were collecting.

On the twisted, withered face of the "embodiment of greed," one could still seem to see that eerie smile.

"Although we helped in this battle, it is truly Lord Victor's victory."