Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

"Recently, a large number of goblins have appeared in the forests surrounding Golden Oak Valley. The towns on the edge of the territory have been attacked by goblins, and the townspeople are suffering greatly..."

Although the middle-aged monk raised his voice when he spoke, his somewhat颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a sense of listlessness, apathy, or dejection) appearance prevented him from effectively engaging the crowd.

However, due to the inherent threat posed by the monster, the townspeople's attention was still drawn to it.

"His Excellency the Baron hereby summons all adventurers, freelance mercenaries, and combat professionals within the territory to participate in this extermination operation."

The crowd erupted in uproar the moment he finished speaking:

"Those disgusting green swarms have built a nest nearby?"

A man angrily questioned.

"Damn it, they must be trying to kidnap my child. Oh my god... We still have a few adventurers here. Let's go kill them!"

A woman clutched her chest and wept, her eyes filled with fear.

The middle-aged mage did not stop them, but silently said something to the guard beside him, who immediately squeezed out of the crowd and entered the tavern.

"What's there to be afraid of? Golden Oak Valley has eleven towns. With the people of Northwind Pass and the other ten towns working together, how could we possibly fail to kill a bunch of green-skinned dwarves?"

The panic that was about to spread was stopped only when an elderly, retired adventurer stood up and shouted.

The townspeople looked at each other, their faces reflecting deep worry.

"Don't worry, everyone. The Baron is compassionate towards the people and loves them like his own children."

"Participants should register themselves at the tavern's bulletin board."

He had anticipated the townspeople's reaction, and after saying those words, he turned and left, not taking them to heart at all.

Without the slightest hesitation, the three guards followed the other party away.

When the townspeople saw the four leave, they immediately started making a ruckus again, and panic spread completely.

"Victor, you..."

Compared to the others, Rowling's reaction was much smaller; she simply looked at Victor immediately.

Her family wasn't here, and she was more worried about the boy losing control of his emotions because of the past than about her bakery.

Strangely, when she looked at the boy, he was unexpectedly calm.

"I'm fine."

Victor shook his head, meeting Rowling's concerned gaze: "You go back to the bakery first, I want to check the notice board at the pub."

Rowling's heart tightened.

This guy really is going to seek revenge, but...

"You're still a child, those things..."

"Lowling, I'm just going to take a look."

Viktor smiled, appearing more approachable, but his words were unusually firm.

Knowing she couldn't persuade him, Rowling gave Ryan a pleading look.

"..."

Ryan nodded and gave her a thumbs up.

Seeing this, Rowling turned and left.

The surrounding noise did not lessen in the slightest due to the conversation between the three people on the outside; on the contrary, it tended to grow louder as time went on.

......

Inside the tavern.

The three-foot-tall, red-skinned halfling boss stood leaning against the counter, staring at the townspeople outside with a playful expression.

"Dude, I bet nobody's coming after you today."

In front of the notice board next to the counter, a guard is holding a glass of sweet ale.

He was the guard who had been assigned by the monk to stay and was responsible for receiving people who came to register.

"Although I think you're right, I still want to ask, what are we betting on?"

There were no other customers in the tavern at the moment, so he naturally knew that the owner's words were directed at him.

"Haha, you win and you don't have to pay for the drink, just the one in your hand."

The halfling didn't say what he wanted to take from the other party after winning.

He neither needed nor felt that a guard could offer him anything of value.

Moreover, he didn't think he would lose at all, and always had a confident smile on his face.

"Good idea."

The guard responded, not expecting to win, and raised his glass to take a sip.

But just as the rim of the glass touched his lips, he suddenly saw two figures calmly walk into the tavern.

The newcomers turned out to be two teenagers.

"Hey, Uncle Colin, why aren't you behind the counter?"

As soon as Raine entered, he teased the halfling boss.

Colin's expression froze, and he couldn't help but think of the bet he had made. His red face seemed to turn even redder as he tilted his head back and retorted:

"Can't I stand in front of the counter? You brat, if you're not going to eat, go stand outside."

However, because of his height, these words didn't sound offensive to Ryan.

But Colin, with the unwavering tenacity of a halfling, began to try to defeat Ryan verbally.

"..."

The guard stood by, smiling silently as he drank, which made him feel much better.

However, when he turned his gaze to the boy in front of him who was looking at the bulletin board, his expression became unusually serious.

Before coming to the baron's territory to serve as a guard, he was an adventurer who had actually killed quite a few goblins.

He knew how disgusting and chaotic those things were.

So when he saw that the first person to come to the bulletin board to accept the task was a teenager, he initially suspected that the other person was arrogant, but then a sense of admiration arose in him.

"What's your name?"

"Victor."

Viktor responded with a word and looked up at the guard.

"Do you know what a goblin is?"

"certainly."

When asked, Viktor answered naturally, his tone turning somber: "My family was killed by those greenskins."

This statement is partly true and partly false. It is true that he was the only one left in the family, but it is false that only his father was killed by goblins.

"..."

The guard opened his mouth slightly, feeling as if a thin needle had pierced his heart.

He had originally planned to find a reason to refuse the other party as soon as they said they didn't know, but he didn't expect to hear such an answer.

He felt some sympathy for Viktor.

Upon closer reflection, it's true that quite a few people are killed by goblins every year, including some intermediate-level professionals.

There's not much to sympathize with.

In a moment of thought, he stared into Viktor's calm eyes and asked earnestly:

"Since you understand how treacherous goblins are, don't expect to be captured by them and have someone come to your rescue."

"Is it possible to do that?"

Victor did not agree immediately.

To be honest, he had heard similar things in his previous life, so he didn't feel any pressure at all.

He learned about the operation through the bulletin board; it was just a routine massacre, nothing complicated.

Goblins are cunning and evil, and they reproduce endlessly. Their very existence is wrong, so they deserve to die.

Conversely, if they fall into their hands, they will most likely have no chance of survival.

However, he still had a question.

"The notice board says a goblin ear costs 13 silver coins, is that true?"

Based on the normal exchange rate for battle merits, a goblin is worth 10 silver coins.

One silver coin is enough for an ordinary person's daily expenses, and they might even have one copper coin left over. Therefore, 10 silver coins would be a very high reward.

However, the baron offered a high price of 13 silver coins!

"Hey, you little rascal..."

The guards were genuinely surprised this time.

If he had previously only thought Viktor was courageous, then after the other man uttered such a value system that only adults possess, he had to re-evaluate him.