Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

Upon hearing the man's impolite words, Viktor's smile slowly faded.

In the dark alleys where the sun never shines, scenes of thugs bullying the weak play out every day.

They are not in the same location, and they are not the same victim and perpetrator.

But the observer has always been Victor.

Such trivial matters were something I, as a police officer in my previous life, didn't have time to deal with, nor was it appropriate for me to take the initiative to intervene.

But now, a familiar event has occurred, and I have become a party involved.

"I'm really upset, don't force me to repeat myself a second time."

The one-armed man smiled, but the threat in his tone was unmistakable.

They have absolutely no desire to reason with me.

As everyone thought this, their expressions became somewhat solemn.

Roland slowly stood up, raising his hand as if to say something.

But the one-armed man spoke first:

"I'm talking to you! Are you deaf?"

His patience had run out, and he just wanted to vent all his frustrations on the boy in front of him.

With a furious roar, his powerful right arm sliced ​​through the air, his fist slashing like a heavy sword, aiming straight for the back of Victor's head!

Everything happened so fast that no one had time to react, especially when they saw Viktor sitting calmly in the face of danger, which seemed very strange.

Lyra, who had been watching Victor closely, was now the most puzzled person among them.

He didn't see the boy's panic; instead, he saw the boy suddenly lower his eyes, as if deep in thought...

But it seems more like a show of pity that was forced upon them.

"call!"

The instant the force of the punch pressed down on the hair on the back of the neck.

Victor did not stand up to dodge.

Slightly tilt to the left and naturally lower your shoulders!

A powerful punch grazed past his earlobe, like a gust of wind.

The man with the missing arm felt unsteady, his anger mixed with a hint of panic in his eyes, and he twisted his waist to try to dissipate the force of the impact.

But Viktor was faster.

In the instant his head tilted, his body spun to the left like a top, and his left hand reached upwards like an iron clamp.

She grabbed the man's wrist with her backhand and then pushed upwards with her right hand!

"Cough."

The man with the missing arm felt a sharp pain in his wrist and elbow, followed by a feeling of weightlessness.

The boy's back in her field of vision also quickly turned, strangely becoming the other person's upside-down face, followed by the sky and a pair of shoes.

"boom!"

The man with the missing arm was slammed onto the ground in front of the campfire. His back felt as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer, and the numbness spread from his vest to his whole body, rendering him unable to move.

His face was contorted in a grimace, making it difficult for him to even shout.

Several seconds passed before I regained control of my body. As the sharp pain in my back caused me to open my eyes, I saw a pair of dark eyes looking down at me.

"It seems you're not prepared to be killed at any moment."

Viktor looked at the man lying on the ground, trembling slightly and looking completely disheveled, and said coldly.

Then, under the other person's tense gaze, he stood up and smiled.

For some reason, after disciplining this fool in front of me, I actually felt much better.

Indeed, people need to learn how to release stress.

He pondered silently, humming a melody no one else had ever heard before, and then gracefully departed.

"Squeak."

As Victor entered the cabin...

Apart from the soft licking of the firewood, the area fell completely silent.

Roland was a little embarrassed and stood there scratching his cheek.

He was the only one who stood up to try and dissuade them, but now it seems like he's only offering hindsight advice.

The others were fine, just stunned by Viktor's brilliant counterattack and were momentarily speechless.

"If I'm not mistaken, that's a combat technique that every warrior must learn."

Lyra had observed Viktor closely, taking in every single movement, so now, reflecting on it, she felt even more awestruck.

She initially thought the other person was a wandering knight-errant, but after he rejected her, she realized he might not be.

But now... she doesn't quite understand.

Could it be that Victor is an adventurer who juggles two professions, which is why he said that? But isn't he a bit too young?

"Um?"

As she was pondering, she suddenly felt someone pinch her shoulder and turned around to look.

It turned out to be his younger sister, Lilith.

The black-haired little girl blushed slightly and said shyly:

"Sister, I'm so scared. I said those things before, will I get thrown over her shoulder too?"

My sister, why is your face so red?

Leila rolled her eyes at her and nodded coldly: "Yes."

Influenced by the two women, the crowd began to whisper among themselves.

However, this does not include three people.

"Why didn't you stop him?"

Patina stood with his arms crossed near the edge of the formation, frowning as he asked.

The female pastor remained silent, looking at the man with the severed arm lying on the ground in a daze, feeling an indescribable sense of grievance.

Who would have thought that the seemingly thin boy would react so quickly and be so skilled in such advanced fighting techniques?

"You mean to send a priest to stop him, Miss Drow?"

Although the female pastor felt she was in the wrong, she still refuted the argument on its own merits.

"Tsk."

Patina knew the other person was right.

Of course she could have gone up and stopped her, but why did she have to do something she didn't want to do?

She glanced at the sky and slowly walked towards the man with the missing arm.

The pastor stared at her retreating figure and sighed silently.

Today was so unlucky.

Not only did the group lose a bard early on, but the remaining members also suffered repeated setbacks in their subsequent rescue attempts.

All the blame was placed on the captain, and she wanted to share the burden with her partner.

That's why she didn't stop him when he came forward.

"Thank you, Patina."

At that moment, she heard her partner's voice, looked up, and her eyes widened in surprise.

The man with the missing arm was being held by Patina, his eyes fixed intently on the latter's chest.

"Hey, you filthy bitch!"

Startled by these sudden words, the female drow immediately threw her captain to the ground and abandoned him.

This scene, witnessed by the other two teams, immediately elicited a chorus of chuckles.

However, before everyone could gloat, Roland's order was given:

"It's getting late, go and separate those two women."

Regardless of whether his teammates were happy or not, Roland's gaze had already been fixed on Lyra on the other side:

"Miss Leila, should we invite him again for tomorrow's operation?"

"No, no, if he sees me..."

Before Lyra could speak, Lilith leaned in and quickly spoke, but her sister stopped her mid-sentence.

"Mr. Victor seems to be skilled in martial arts, and his archery skills must be quite good as well."

Lyra had already thought it through. Even though Victor was a recognized half-baked dual-class adventurer, the other party was definitely one of the more powerful ones.

"Then let's invite them together tomorrow..."

"No."

Leila interrupted Roland, waving her hand: "Didn't he refuse? I'd like to offer his opinion first."

As she spoke, she pointed her thumb at the man with the missing arm on the ground:

"Moreover, I think Mr. Roland would also like to hear it."