Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

"You mages can actually do something like that? Killing a Gale Wolf with just three sentences?"

On the way back to Fenggu Town, Orff figured out what had happened to the giant wolf earlier and looked at Viktor excitedly.

"Perhaps."

Victor replied evasively that he wasn't close enough with the two to share secrets.

Orff didn't ask any further questions, just smiled and said, "We'll definitely come to you again next time we have work."

Compared to when they arrived, Orff was much more talkative, while "Useless" seemed to still be caught up in the previous battle.

"Useless" gently rubbed his neck with his right hand, his face looking rather unpleasant.

Seemingly noticing Viktor's gaze, he gave a forced smile:

"Seriously, Jack, I think your magic is much faster than my speed."

As he spoke, he lowered his right hand, seemingly touching the dagger at his waist casually, but the curling of his fingers revealed his worry.

A wanderer, while attempting to kill this hapless fellow in close combat, was nearly killed by a swift wolf, but was ultimately saved by a mage with a dagger.

If I told anyone, they'd probably laugh at me.

"It's just that the Gale Wolf has a stronger sense of perception."

Victor slightly raised his arm, his hand landing on the 'useless's' shoulder:

"Moreover, you're just a wanderer, yet you managed to withstand the immense strength of the Gale Wolf until my magic arrived. That's quite impressive."

Hearing Viktor say this, "Useless" finally realized what was going on:

"Oh, I did forget that. Thank you, my friend."

Viktor clearly felt the other person's shoulders relax slightly, and he smiled and nodded.

He could tell that "loser" wasn't really weak, but he wasn't particularly strong either, and bearing that title was not what the other party wanted.

Offering comfort is just something I do on a whim; if it works, that's of course the best.

The three quickly returned to Fenggu Town.

As they passed the tavern, "Useless" took out two gold coins and handed them to Victor.

"We still need to sell wolf pelts, so we'll pay you in advance."

The pelts of the Gale Wolf aren't expensive; they're worth about one gold coin each on the market. Two gold coins would be equivalent to half the spoils of this hunt.

Viktor was fairly satisfied with the compensation.

After putting away the gold coins and saying goodbye to the two men, he headed towards Iron Spike Manor.

After he left

Instead of looking for a place to sell the wolf pelts, Orff and "Useless" went into the tavern and found their previous room again, intending to tidy up first.

"Squeak."

As soon as the two entered, they saw that there was another person in the room—an old man dressed as a butler.

"Mr. Tristana".

The two men were taken aback for a moment, then bowed in unison, performing a gentlemanly gesture.

Drizzt smiled and nodded slightly.

Before the two could ask, he spoke first:

"I had originally planned an experiment for you, but now it seems unnecessary."

"test?"

A glint of light flashed in Orff's eyes.

He was one of the adventurers the baron had his eye on, originally destined to achieve the most merits in the extermination of the goblin tribe.

He could then become the Baron's confidant.

However, a mysterious figure stole the credit, causing him to lose that opportunity.

Drizzt's words reignited his competitive spirit.

However, the other party's next sentence completely shattered his illusions:

"I've already said it, it's no longer necessary."

Drizzt's gaze swept over the two of them, noticing the resentment in Orf's eyes:

"Didn't you just witness how powerful that person was?"

As he spoke, he looked meaningfully out the window.

"Useless" was also an adventurer stationed at Camp One before, although he never gained the Baron's appreciation.

But after listening to their conversation, he understood:

"You mean Jack?"

After he finished speaking, the old butler was silent for a few seconds, then his smile widened.

"Useless" finally confirmed his guess.

Who would have thought that Jack would be the one to steal the Baron's confidant position! But if it was that guy, then it makes perfect sense.

Even Orff, after seeing the butler's reaction, gradually suppressed his dissatisfaction and then revealed a serious expression:

"I actually fought against him before? Wow..."

Seeing the other party's nervous appearance, even Trist became a little interested.

He knew Orff's character very well.

The opponent is someone who doesn't easily admit defeat, and as a warrior approaching level 4, he has his own arrogance, making it difficult for him to acknowledge the strength of another person.

"Can you tell me about what happened in the dense forest?"

The old butler looked at the 'good-for-nothing'.

To everyone's surprise, the other party refused.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tristana, but I wouldn't have revealed my friend's identity unless Jack told you himself..."

However, just as the "loser" was halfway through refusing, ten gold coins were handed to him by Drizzt.

Please allow me to rephrase.

......

the other side.

Victor returned safely to Ironstalk Manor.

"I'm sorry, Vivian, I'm not used to being served like this."

Seeing Vivian offer him the spoon, Victor politely declined again.

"All right."

Vivian lowered her head in disappointment and turned to leave.

This scene was witnessed by Lilith, who was having lunch in the hall.

She walked quickly to Victor and asked in a low voice:

"What did you do to her?"

Although his tone was calm, Viktor could tell from her curious and surprised expression that she must have misunderstood something.

"They simply refused to feed them."

Victor, not wanting to cause himself trouble, offered a casual explanation.

Lilith frowned slightly, seemingly still somewhat skeptical, but did not ask any questions.

Just then, the servants brought in lunch, so she simply sat down opposite Victor.

She hadn't forgotten her promise to her sister to take good care of the boy in front of her, so she wrote down anything about him.

"..."

Viktor silently ate his meal, ignoring the somewhat strange little girl opposite him, and mentally reviewed today's battle.

For a novice adventurer who wants to improve their combat skills, it is essential to consistently review each battle.

However, what happened today was less of a battle and more of a one-sided test of the power of my spells.

As the three-headed wolf pounced on Orf, he cast three debuff curses on the three monsters.

[Slowdown Curse] [Weakness Curse] [Blinding Curse]

The result of the three curses was that the three-headed wolf was cut down by Orf's sword.

The effect is immediate.

Warriors are indeed strong, but if the Gale Wolf hadn't been forcibly weakened, Orf would have been the one knocked over by the Giant Wolf's speed and strength.

"This is just the initial understanding of the curse. What kind of curse will I understand when I reach level 10 or even level 20?"

Victor thought to himself, and ate the rice faster and faster, soon leaving an empty plate before getting up and leaving.

"That's way too enthusiastic."

Lilith knew that Victor was going to learn a lot of spells during this time, but she didn't expect that he would even take time out of his lunch break.

For some reason, she suddenly felt a faint sense of crisis.