Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

"Is there an underground city around here? I never imagined we'd been living in such a dangerous place all this time."

Miles leaned against the tree trunk, his brow furrowed.

Upon hearing the news brought back by Ruhr, he felt a chill run down his spine, as if a large number of undead creatures would invade his territory at any moment.

Thinking about all the things that might happen next, he couldn't help but swallow hard, turning his head to look at Ruhr, who was standing silently waiting to the side:

"What did you say about that dungeon, Master?"

"When the mage saved me, he had already cleared out the zeroth floor of that dungeon."

Ruhr lowered his head slightly, avoiding Miles's gaze: "He didn't say anything, and seemed very confident..."

As he was saying this, he suddenly paused, and his brows gradually furrowed into a knot.

Miles raised an eyebrow slightly upon seeing this. "Is there something you can't say? Something about the Mage?"

"Yes, Lord Miles."

Ruhr's eye twitched slightly, secretly praising the lord for being a true merchant who had seen through his thoughts immediately.

He was hesitating whether or not to report the mage's achievements in the dungeon, but he was inexplicably worried that spreading the news might cause trouble for the other party.

"There's something I dare not tell you, but that person has allowed me to report it to you truthfully. It's a spell mastered by the Mage, and I don't know if you..."

"Speak."

Miles raised an eyebrow, disliking Ruhr's cowardly nature, and couldn't help but interrupt him.

"Master Mage... you can wield a ghostly green flame, and that ominous aura... just sensing it makes me..."

"Shut up!"

Before Ruhr could finish speaking, he heard Miles shout angrily, and he couldn't help but shudder.

He slowly raised his head to look at Miles, only to see that the other man's eyebrows were furrowed and his mustache was almost sticking up.

"You're imagining things! Do you hear me?"

"I...I understand, Lord Miles."

He quickly lowered his head, cold sweat already seeping from his forehead and back, completely baffled as to why the other party had become so furious.

But he knew that he should simply do as the lord said.

"Never say these things in front of the Master."

Seeing Ruhr's sincere attitude, Miles slightly toned down his anger, but still maintained a serious expression:

"Besides, that flame is not as 'ominous' as you think; you'll find out later."

Miles didn't want to explain too much to his slave, so after saying this, he waved his hand, signaling Ruhr to leave.

"Go get to work."

After the other person left, Miles let out a long sigh of relief, unable to maintain his serious expression any longer, his face instantly filled with horror.

Beside him, a firefly plant used for lighting would flicker slightly with his breathing.

Perhaps due to the blessings of his ancestors, his magic naturally resonates with the surrounding plants, thus often allowing him to obtain information that ordinary people cannot.

On the day Victor arrived in this territory, it was the Firefly that notified him of his arrival.

Last night, the plants near Victor's room all felt a great sense of panic.

"No wonder... that guy Victor is not only a mage, but he might also be a sorcerer."

"However, the possibility that guy is a sorcerer is almost zero... because the academy wouldn't recruit such a dangerous person."

As he muttered to himself, his pupils gradually contracted to the size of pinpoints, then a surprised smile appeared on his face:

"Therefore, Viktor can only be a mage, and a mage with a special bloodline at that."

He felt as if he understood everything and was overjoyed by it. His smile grew wider and wider, and something called "greed" spread through his heart once again.

But this time, his expression quickly calmed down.

"I'm sorry, Lord Victor, I'm not..."

He murmured softly, the surprise in his eyes gradually fading.

He looked around nervously, afraid that someone might suddenly appear behind him, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

After observing silently for a while without finding the terrifying figure, he finally leaned against the tree with a sigh of relief.

"Really, Viktor doesn't have that ability yet... No, I'm afraid I'll only be safe working under him in the future."

......

Meanwhile, at Silvermoon Academy.

Inside Lutia's office.

Layer upon layer of icy blue magic circles condensed and slowly descended.

Each layer of the magic array precisely landed on the blonde girl who had fainted while leaning against the chair, then transformed into runes that scattered and slowly rotated around her.

"Um......"

Elena seemed to be feeling unwell and let out a soft moan.

Lutia glanced at the girl indifferently, her icy blue eyes and brows unusually cold.

"..."

She uttered obscure, indistinct, almost chanting incantations while rhythmically waving a silver wand in her arm.

As she chanted, the runes surrounding Elena began to attach themselves to the girl's face one by one, followed by her neck.

The ritual lasted for more than ten minutes until the last rune burrowed into Elena's calf, at which point Lutia stopped chanting.

In the instant the room fell silent, her eyes swept over the girl's serene expression, and her cold brows finally relaxed slightly.

She closed her eyes slightly, and icy blue light spots slid down her eyelashes and eyelids, scattering and disappearing in mid-air.

"You really know how to assign tasks, Miss Elena."

She looked up again, her pupils now black, and her icy aura vanished without a trace, making her appear as if she were just an ordinary female instructor.

Opposite her, Elena slowly awoke, her golden eyelashes trembling slightly before she slowly opened her eyes.

When she looked up, she saw her mentor across from her rubbing his temples and looking exhausted, and she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Excuse me, professor, I don't know why I suddenly feel very sleepy."

"..."

Lutia glanced at her, and for some reason, her head, which hadn't hurt before, suddenly started to throb, and she couldn't help but purse her lips.

You are indeed feeling sleepy. But this sleepiness isn't real sleepiness at all; it's more like the magic power within you is running rampant, forcibly binding you with the magic network.

She only thought these words to herself, but at the same time, a sense of relief arose within her.

"Your magic has absorbed the benefits you gained from your cultivation, so it's normal that your spirit is damaged and you feel sleepy."

She explained casually, not wanting to elaborate on how she had sealed away a portion of the girl's magic.

She was indeed a little tired. She rested her left elbow on the table, propped her face up with her palm, and slowly forced a smile.

"No wonder I feel like my magic has become much stronger."

Elena was unaware of the abnormality in her body, only feeling that the intensity of the magic power within her was far stronger than before.

Moreover, even though she had just woken up, she still subconsciously turned her gaze to the notebook on the corner of the table.

Her eyes lit up with delight, especially when she saw the quill pen writing on it.

Lutia noticed the girl's expression, then glanced at the notebook on the corner of the table, and her expression became serious again.