Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

After the first day of training.

Ryan immediately ran to the bakery to look for Rowling.

When Rowling drew back the curtain

Upon seeing the person who had arrived, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

The man in front of me, Renn, had swollen cheeks on both sides, a small bruise on the corner of his right eye, and his black hair was disheveled, making him look quite comical.

To be honest, if it weren't for those pointed ears, you wouldn't be able to tell that the other person was a half-elf at all; they would look like a pig's head.

"Tell me, Renn, who bullied you?"

Although the boy's appearance was rather amusing, Rowling's sense of morality compelled her to suppress her smile and ask softly.

"just......"

Ryan lowered his head awkwardly, intending to say that Victor had done it.

But whenever he recalls the scene of practicing with his good partner, he feels somewhat embarrassed.

He made ten moves, all of which were easily countered by his opponent's bare hands, and he was subsequently taken down with ease.

He couldn't understand at all. They were good friends who had been together for three years, yet he had no idea when the other person had become so strong.

"I fell by accident, Aunt Rowling."

That's true; they were all knocked down and fell by Victor.

But Rowling, seeing Ryan's evasive gaze, didn't believe him at all, and turned her face away, crossing her arms.

"What a pity, I was thinking of giving you some free bread, sigh..."

Upon hearing this,

Renn's face turned red, and he was in a bit of a predicament.

On one hand, there's the image she has in Rowling's mind; on the other, there's a free dinner.

It does seem like a difficult choice, but actually... there's a third option.

"Actually, it was Viktor who did it..."

He felt he had long since lost any semblance of an image.

Besides, some things will reach the bakery sooner or later anyway, so it's better for him to tell them directly.

So, Ryan recounted in detail what had happened from that morning until he parted ways with Victor.

"So you didn't stop him at all, and just let him accept the commission, right?"

After listening to the whole story, Rowling's expression turned terribly gloomy, and she asked with a forced smile.

"..."

A bead of sweat appeared on Ryan's forehead, and he dared not meet the other person's gaze.

To be honest, he had been looking forward to going on an adventure with Victor from the very beginning.

When the guard agreed to let his friend take the commission, it only reinforced that idea, and so he did it according to his own wishes.

I was also prepared to be criticized by Rowling.

Anyway, he had gone through this process countless times since he was a child, and he was already used to it.

But when he thought everything would continue as usual,

A hand landed on his head.

He looked up and met a pair of gentle eyes.

"Since you want to go with Viktor, then do a good job. Come find me again when you return safely."

"Aunt Rowling."

Ryan was stunned, feeling as if Rowling was glowing before him, and it took him a while to realize that he had been encouraged.

Despite never having drunk alcohol before, he felt a little dizzy and the thought of finding Viktor to spar with immediately arose in his mind.

It's like a dull child who only scored 60 points on a test, but his usually stern mother unexpectedly encouraged him this time.

"I understand. I will definitely protect Viktor."

......

The next morning.

Viktor heard a faint knocking sound in his sleep, and vaguely heard Raine's thunderous shouts in his dream.

"Viktor, weren't you going to give me a good sparring session? Come out and train with me!"

It wasn't a dream after all.

Victor let out a long sigh of relief, then turned over and sat up.

After opening the door skillfully, I saw Renn standing in the doorway with his hands on his hips, confidently wielding an unsharpened one-handed sword.

"The recovery is quite fast."

Seeing that the other person had recovered from their injuries, Victor smiled, closed the door, and walked towards the training ground.

"I am a future paladin."

Ryan walked to one side and made a gesture of showing off his muscles, but because he was too thin, he couldn't see any strength in him.

Victor ignored him and silently sensed the flow of magic in the vicinity.

These past two mornings, he has felt unusually clear-headed and quick-witted when he wakes up.

This clarity lasted from morning until dusk yesterday.

So when Ryan sparred with him yesterday, although his arms were sore from constantly drawing the bow, his clear thinking reduced the possibility of making mistakes.

"It's probably the intelligence boost from the ring that's taking effect."

As Viktor thought this, he looked down at the silver ring on his left little finger.

He suddenly felt a sense of anticipation, wondering if a magic test would give him an intelligence score of 12.

While he was thinking, he and Ryan walked into the training field.

"My goodness, have so many people in Beifenggang accepted these commissions?"

Raine noticed that there were more than 30 people in the training field, more than a dozen more than yesterday, and their attire was quite extraordinary.

They're probably adventurers.

He never expected that Beifenggang, a poor town with fewer than three hundred people, would have so many adventurers.

"You're overthinking it. There aren't many real adventurers; most are probably injured or retired."

Viktor was much calmer than his friend.

Among those dozen or so people, several were elderly, and their clothing and weapons looked quite ordinary, so they probably didn't have much strength to exert.

Moreover, most of them were soldiers.

Therefore, he didn't care about the number of people in the training field. However, a familiar face not far away caught his attention.

Beside a tree at the back of the crowd.

The guards, clad in half-plate armor, easily inserted the notice board into the ground.

Then, he turned around and scanned the group of people training spontaneously in the field, finally fixing his gaze on those who had received the commission that morning.

There was no surprise in his eyes, but rather a sense of annoyance.

Golden Oak Valley comprises eleven towns, with those on the outskirts being more prosperous, but also facing exponentially greater crises, which is why retired adventurers avoid them.

Instead, they came to Beifenggang to retire.

"13 silver coins for one ear? Is it really that easy to get?"

He spoke in a low voice, then suddenly noticed two teenagers walking over the crowd, their complexions having improved considerably.

"You've arrived."

As the guard spoke, his gaze fell on Viktor, his eyes filled with satisfaction:

"A shortbow is indeed a good weapon, but it's much more difficult to use than a one-handed sword. You probably haven't mastered it yet, have you?"

He stayed at the tavern yesterday and arrived here early this morning, unaware of Victor's situation.

Ryan immediately became excited and asked seriously:

"Uncle, you don't know about Viktor's situation, do you?"

Upon hearing this, the guard's expression turned somewhat strange, and he glanced at the crowd again.

They then realized that apart from the adventurers, the others had stopped training at some point and were gathered together discussing something, their eyes occasionally glancing in their direction.

Without saying much, Viktor reached behind his back and pulled out an arrow, while his other hand was already raised.

Nock the arrow and sew it in one smooth motion.

"Bang!"

With a sharp twang of the bowstring, the arrow flew past the guard like the wind and struck a tree not far away.

The guard was so engrossed in Viktor's skillful movements that he didn't realize what was happening until cheers erupted from the crowd, and he turned to look at the tree.

His eyes lit up immediately.

The arrow struck the tree perfectly, right in the middle.

He walked quickly to the tree and examined it closely, only then noticing that the tree was covered with pits and dents.

Upon forcefully pulling out the arrow, it was discovered that the arrow had no arrowhead!

His pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints, and his eyes twitched slightly.

"He did it in just half a day; he shot a hole in that tree yesterday afternoon."

At this moment, Ryan also came over and said, his tone full of undisguised boasting.

"Oh! By Tempas, this kid is a born ranger!"

The guard finally couldn't hold back any longer and snapped the arrow in two with a sudden burst of strength.

The retired adventurers also noticed the situation and gathered around.

"Hey! Young, promising ranger, want to join my team? I guarantee you'll..."

"Don't try to take it from us! This guy should join my team. My shield will definitely keep him safe!"

Seeing that the two middle-aged men both wanted to take Victor from the other, they looked at each other simultaneously, their hands already reaching for their weapons.

"..."

Viktor was quite helpless; he had no interest in any of these teams.

"I won't......"

He was about to say he wouldn't join the group when he caught a glimpse of a flashing white light in the distance.