Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

The next morning.

As the old butler, Drizzt, straightened his tie and stepped outside, he bumped into the young maid who was cleaning the hallway.

He stepped forward, saw it was Vivian, and looked puzzled.

"What are you doing here? Did a guest refuse service?"

Vivian was focused on her work when she heard the voice and realized there was someone standing in front of her. She looked up and saw the old butler's kind face.

"Yes...yes, Mr. Drizzt."

She lowered her head nervously and explained, "His Excellency Victor said he would explain it to the master himself."

Trist fell silent, seemingly deep in thought, before turning to Vivian a few seconds later to inquire about the details.

Upon learning that it wasn't something the maid had done wrong to offend the guest, the old butler smiled.

Just as the master had guessed, he was a cautious fellow.

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly noticed that the door to the guest room at the other end of the corridor was open:

"From today onwards, you will serve Lord Victor whenever he comes. Don't worry about the daily work; I will lighten your load accordingly."

The old butler snatched the tools from Vivian's hands and pointed with his chin to the other end of the corridor.

There, Victor had already come out of the room.

Compared to yesterday, the other person was wearing a black mage's robe, and their shoulders seemed to be broader, significantly enhancing their aura and making their face appear even more handsome.

Vivian forgot to breathe for a moment, and by the time she came to her senses, the butler had already disappeared.

She had no choice but to grab her skirt and walk toward Victor.

"..."

Victor hadn't noticed the little maid yet.

Recalling what he had learned the night before, Viktor walked straight into the hall and casually found a seat at a long table.

Looking at the vase in the center of the long table, some distance away from him, he suddenly wanted to test his work and subconsciously reached out his hand.

Then, as its magic power diminished slightly, a ghostly hand appeared in front of the vase, reached out and grasped it, lifting it slightly.

This is [Hand of the Mage], a 0-level spell that requires very little mana to cast.

Also called magic trick.

"Lord Victor, would you like some breakfast?"

Victor was admiring his masterpiece.

Hearing someone ask a question, he controlled the mage's hand to gently put the vase down and looked at the person who had asked.

"Just take some."

Upon seeing that it was Vivian, he smiled and nodded.

"OK."

Seeing his humility, the young maid couldn't help but take a few more glances at him, and her initial panic gradually faded away.

At that moment, Vivian suddenly felt that if she were hosting Victor, it would be much easier.

While pondering, she turned and left.

"..."

Viktor was used to the girl staring at him.

That's the appeal of high charisma; it always makes others take a second look at you, and can even give you an advantage at the negotiating table.

Thinking this, he once again used the magician's hand to pick up the vase and gently put it down.

Then he controlled that hand to make it circle around him.

He could complete the entire process with just his mind; the ghostly hand was like an extension of his body.

Viktor's lips curled into a satisfied smile.

Who could have known how comical the ghostly hand he summoned twitched in the air when he first encountered this trick last night?

He mastered it to this extent in just one night.

Now, he can summon and recall ghost hands like these, which can help him carry things, open treasure chests, and trigger traps, at any time.

"Another promising talent."

The butler, who had been observing the hall from the shadows, smiled with admiration when he saw the ghostly hand encircling Victor.

He remembered that when the master mentioned this child a few days ago, the child was still a wandering knight.

Yesterday, the master mentioned it again, and the other party became a mage, which means that the other party probably mastered a magic trick in just one night.

However, before the butler could continue observing, the ghostly hand suddenly flew towards them.

"Um?"

When Ghost Hand arrived at the old butler's previous location, Victor found nothing and raised an eyebrow.

I clearly sensed a presence there just now, so how could it have suddenly disappeared?

He was already ready to test the power of his newly mastered curse spell.

"..."

As I pondered, the aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, and then the figure that had just left returned.

Vivian walked over with a slightly shy smile, carrying a breakfast covered by a blanket:

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

The girl lifted the lid; it wasn't some rare delicacy, just ordinary thick-cut bread with smoked meat.

However, the ingredients in this bread are clearly different from those in places like Beifenggang; it looks much more delicate.

"Thanks."

Victor picked up his knife and fork and, like a gentleman, completed the CD operation.

Vivian waited by his side the whole time, and only after he finished eating did she go over to take the plate and leave.

But after taking only two steps, the maid suddenly turned around:

"Um, Lord Victor, if you wish to accept the commission..."

She remembered the housekeeper's instructions and felt that everything should be told to Victor in advance, which is why she spoke up to remind him.

Viktor listened attentively and then gestured for the other person to leave.

"The commission from Fenggu Town is worth a try."

He was thinking of going out to find some monsters to practice against.

Last night, the Baron instructed that he could move freely around the manor except for the warehouse, but he could not leave Fenggu Town.

However, I'm just doing a favor, so it should be fine.

While he was pondering, he had already arrived at the entrance of the manor.

The gatekeeper bowed when he saw that the visitor was Victor.

Good morning, Your Excellency Victor.

Victor nodded in acknowledgment and headed toward the tavern.

......

The tavern in Fenggu Town is called Harvest Tavern, and the two names fit together perfectly.

Upon entering, a faint aroma of ale wafted through the air. Perhaps because it was still early, there weren't many people inside.

Viktor walked to the front desk and met the owner, a human male with a scar on his face.

The other person narrowed their eyes and looked him over in his mage robes.

"Would you like ale or rye?"

"Boiling rye wine."

With a reminder from the maid, Victor easily gave the code, then took out two copper coins and placed them on the table.

The shopkeeper reached out and pressed down on the copper coin, seemingly having discerned its authenticity, a slight smile appearing on his lips:

"Second floor, room number three."

Viktor nodded, turned around, and went upstairs to the second floor.

They quickly found a wooden door with a number 3 hanging on one side of the wall.

A conversation can be heard coming from inside:

"Damn it, we wiped out so many goblin lairs, and we're not the ones who deserve the most credit."

"I wonder which lucky kid stole the Baron's attention; that escort mission should have been mine."

"..."

Viktor's expression was calm, and he slowly revealed a smile.

What a coincidence! It's the same group from Camp 1, and it seems there's someone the Baron had previously taken a liking to among them.

Viktor thought for a moment, then took a mask from his inventory and put it on.

"Squeak."

As the wooden door was pushed open, an even stronger smell of alcohol wafted in than from the first floor, causing Victor to frown slightly.