Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

"The stew is here! Be careful, it's hot."

Colin delivered the stew to the guest's table, added a friendly reminder, and then returned to the counter.

The guard was still by the notice board, but he had found a wooden chair to sit on. He was sizing up a still-attractive woman and nodding frequently.

Seeing Colin approach, he looked away and smiled, "Boss, looks like business isn't very good today."

Colin clicked his tongue softly upon hearing this.

Because of what happened that morning, he felt something was off about those words, and he thought the tall man was mocking him.

"It's all the goblins' fault."

Colin glanced at the few customers scattered in the shop, then suddenly remembered something and looked at the guard suspiciously:

"Why did you agree to let a child participate in the operation?"

He spoke as if he were addressing a human trafficker.

The guard was silent for a moment, then forced a smile.

"After all, he was the first guy to find me today, so I have some goodwill towards him."

That's absolutely true, because after Viktor, someone else approached him wanting to take on a commission.

But no matter what the people behind him were like, that child gave him a different feeling.

"Colin, you can understand when a kid fights not to vent, but for himself, for a better future."

"Then he can't be considered a child."

He was just a guard, not a bard, so he couldn't say anything profound or know how to summarize.

But Colin seemed to understand.

He stroked his chin, trying to pile these crude sentences onto Viktor.

Suddenly, a word came to mind, and he slammed his hand on the counter:

"You mean, that kid's smart?"

"Yes, that's the feeling."

The guard nodded.

In this world, a person's personality is sometimes linked to their attributes, which greatly determines their career.

For example, a magician might only have a passing intelligence score of 13, but they often survive to the end.

Because they are all very intelligent and cautious.

For example, assassins and thieves.

These are not professions that only a fool would attempt.

"Perhaps."

Colin was somewhat skeptical; he felt the guard's assessment was too high.

Let's wait until Viktor comes back alive before discussing this.

"If you have high hopes for Victor, what about Ryan?"

Yes, the first person to approach the guards today was Ryan.

"Ha ha."

The guard gave an awkward laugh.

He didn't really want to explain this, or say anything:

Because Viktor looked a lot like my former adventurer party leader, I felt he needed a member.

He forced a somewhat regretful smile and said in a low voice:

"You probably really can't understand this kind of thing."

......

the other side.

In the training ground of the small town.

Raine is trying to wield a two-handed greatsword.

But after only three laborious swings, his arms felt weak and he could only hold them out horizontally with difficulty.

"Bang!"

Beside him, accompanied by the crisp sound of a taut string, an arrow pierced the air.

Five meters away, an arrow without an arrowhead struck a tree, bounced off, and fell to the ground.

"Damn it!"

Ryan looked horrified and turned to his friend, asking, "Did your father teach you this?"

Because he suffered a severe psychological shock, he automatically ignored what he shouldn't have said.

Viktor, however, did not react as strongly. He simply put down his short bow and loosely clenched his fists a few times to relieve the pressure on his arm.

He shot that arrow a little off-target; it didn't hit the center of the tree.

"No one taught me, I just asked the guard some questions when I came here before."

Although he said that, he didn't mean to brag; in fact, he was somewhat dissatisfied.

In his past life, he practiced his marksmanship frequently in order to achieve a headshot, and he was especially skilled with pistols and sniper rifles.

The accuracy isn't so much that it would kill anyone it hits, but hitting someone in the head is definitely not a problem.

I never expected that using a relatively outdated ranged weapon like a bow and arrow would reduce accuracy so much.

However, the short bow is indeed easy to use and not too difficult.

Moreover, it is more suitable for this clearing operation.

"Why don't you try the shortbow?"

Seeing the look of utter disbelief on Ryan's face, Victor couldn't help but ask.

Although Raine was not good at using a two-handed greatsword, he still waved his hand and refused:

"No, I'm not suited for that kind of thing."

As he spoke, he put the greatsword back on the weapon rack, picked up a one-handed sword, and swung it around a few times:

"I always thought paladins in stories used greatswords, so I assumed I could wield one easily."

Good grief, I thought you wanted to slay a dragon.

The result is that they want to become Saint Cuthbert, or... Iron Hand.

Viktor inwardly scoffed, but didn't think it was a big deal.

Everyone has been young.

"A one-handed sword is better than a two-handed sword."

He said something casually and continued practicing archery.

Raine seemed not to have listened, only thinking that his good friend had acknowledged him, and held his one-handed sword upright in front of him.

Looking at his blurry face reflected on the sword, he smiled confidently:

"Victor, just you wait and see."

"One day, I will become the strongest paladin, and you will only need to stand behind me."

Upon hearing this,

Viktor's hand holding the bow trembled silently.

He glanced to the side instinctively and vaguely felt that Renn's back seemed to overlap with another figure.

They look so alike, like brothers from a past life.

"What kind of talk is that? Don't say it again."

He slowly tightened his arms, barely managing to suppress the pounding in his heart.

At the same time, he secretly kept Renn's words in mind.

If possible, he would like to fight alongside the other party, but he would rather not have them use their bodies to shield him from fireballs.

After that, training resumed as normal.

As dusk approached, Viktor stood before the large tree he had spent the entire afternoon shooting at.

Looking at the dense pits on it, and the pit in the center with a clearly different depth, a smile appeared on his face.

The training was effective.

Despite having the advantage of his past life's achievements, without training, he would probably only reach the beginner level by the time he went to the surrounding forest two days later.

In comparison...

"That guy is definitely something else."

He looked back at the figure constantly wielding a sword in the training field, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Although the opponent's movements still looked a bit awkward, the fact that he could swing his sword at full power for several hours in a row proved his strong perseverance.

Moreover, even those who were originally planning to leave chose to stay because of Ryan's insistence.

"Victor, didn't we agree to train together until the very end? If you sneak out, I'll tell Rowling!"

Just then, Ryan suddenly spotted his lazy friend in the distance and shouted loudly.

Viktor was somewhat amused and exasperated. He picked up a few arrows from under the tree and walked forward.

"Alright then, let me guide you."