Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

The speaker was the female tutor sitting next to Sweet; according to the seating arrangement, she was number three.

Upon hearing her speak, the chief immediately put down the scroll in his hand and looked at the woman.

Then, a flash of light appeared on the ring on the other person's right thumb, and a piece of parchment covered in writing and a pure white quill pen flew out and landed in her palm.

"As mentors who make rulings, you should know better than I what this pen means."

A recording pen.

When Lutia saw the pen, she immediately understood what it was, and her eyes slowly widened.

Why did he take out the pen at this point and say he could testify for Viktor? It was clearly to prove Viktor's presence and to slap himself in the face.

But that shouldn't be the case, why would she be able to sense Viktor's presence?

As Lutia's thoughts raced, the others shared similar doubts.

The person with the most complicated feelings was Sweet, who had just heard the "Third Mentor" say those words.

He had initially thought that someone was genuinely willing to clear Viktor's name, and was even worried that the other party might summon Viktor directly or project Viktor's current location.

But now he realizes he was overthinking it.

How could anyone possibly like Viktor? A mage below level 5 destroying the "Land of Smiles"—before the matter is thoroughly investigated, no one knows whether he will pose a threat to the academy!

"A monk should be more serious and avoid making jokes."

Feeling confident, he immediately spoke up to offer a reminder.

But the "Third Mentor" ignored him and instead threw the parchment and pen at the Chief.

The two objects seemed weightless, floating lightly towards each other.

"..."

The chief did not refuse, and took the parchment to examine it.

Upon seeing this, everyone fell silent, especially Lutia, who felt her heart skip a beat.

Although the recording pen was made by the academy, it was the kind of mass-produced, unreliable tool that she had experienced firsthand.

Especially since this thing is now being used on the same person, she can't even imagine how much indistinguishable information it can record.

"I see. It seems I had preconceived notions before, haha."

However, just as Lutia was pondering anxiously, the chief spoke up in a relaxed tone.

These words, spoken with a hint of a smile, left her completely bewildered.

However, the chief soon handed the parchment to the person next to him, but it was not Sweeter, but the second-ranked mentor.

"Oh? There's even this solution? They're quite clever."

Unexpectedly, this person also spoke in an extremely relaxed tone, and even nodded.

Now, Lutia was even more confused and could only watch as the parchment was passed to the next person.

"Excellent, excellent, this is the meticulous thinking a mage should have."

The third person took it, looked at it for a few seconds, and then pointed at the parchment, his words filled with envy.

"..."

Lutia grew even more anxious, looking at the parchment so close at hand, and even considered using magic to snatch it.

Fortunately, although she ranked low, because she was sitting near the door, she was the fourth person to read the parchment.

When the third person handed her the parchment, she immediately picked it up with both hands and saw two unfamiliar names.

Lyra, Lilith?

Wasn't it Viktor after all?

Two questions flashed through Lutia's mind, and the frustration in her heart seemed to dissipate at that moment.

However, she still read it carefully:

In order to collect several magical materials, Lyra and Lilith used a teleportation artifact to travel through a fixed teleportation channel to an underground jungle.

Before they could even collect anything, they encountered the rare monster "Incarnation of Greed"...

Seeing this, Lutia felt a strange sense of familiarity, until she saw the scene after the two fought with the monster, and then she suddenly realized.

Because there's only one sentence left in the record:

The wounded Lyra and Lilith defeated the "Avatar of Greed" using a torch tactic.

"This is exactly like Viktor's notes; both concisely summarize the most important parts."

Despite thinking this, Lutia's mood brightened.

Compared to this record, the account in my previous record that Victor defeated the monster using secret techniques is clearly more authentic.

But at this moment, she has no intention of correcting the error in the record.

"Truly impressive, no wonder you're Sister Alan's student."

"Thanks, I was just lucky."

Alan, the third mentor, casually accepted Lutia's praise and took the parchment.

Seeing the other party's attitude, Lutia's expression relaxed slightly behind her mask, and she slowly leaned back.

She initially thought Alan was trying to harm her, but now she realized he was just using this opportunity to showcase his students.

In that case, let the other side's students attract more attention.

"What?"

At this moment, Sweet had already taken the parchment, and after seeing its contents, his expression under the mask was almost distorted.

Who are these two people? Shouldn't this record be aimed at Viktor? What about all the groundwork and preparations I did before?

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, his whole body began to tremble slightly, and his five fingers gripping the parchment tightened suddenly, making the parchment crackle.

"Sweet, you seem to have forgotten that this isn't yours."

"..."

It wasn't until Alan reminded him that Sweet regained some composure and slowly handed the parchment back to Alan.

However, when Alan's fingers grasped a corner of the parchment, he forgot to pull back, causing the other's fingers to miss.

"I'm sorry, I was just spacing out."

"This is not how a mage should behave, Mr. Sweet, you should be careful."

As Alan spoke, he reached for the parchment again, easily retrieved it, and casually stored it in his storage ring.

To the other mentors, this behavior seemed like showing off, but they couldn't say anything and could only look at Sweet.

"It seems this was all just a farce orchestrated by Professor Sweeter. So, what are you going to show us next?"

Someone made a sarcastic remark.

Sweet was speechless and could only lean back helplessly in his chair.

After a long silence, the chief mentor solemnly announced the end of the meeting, but then announced something else:

"The next meeting will finalize the preliminary selection list for the academy competition. Please remember to attend."

Lutia listened silently, a hint of wariness flashing in her eyes.

......

Ten minutes earlier, in Miles' territory.

Laura reacted immediately upon hearing the door open, pretending to be asleep on the table.

But instead of a familiar voice, a strange voice came from the doorway:

"Sister, how come there's a corpse here? Does Viktor have that kind of fetish...?"