Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

"Eeya~!!"

Almost the instant the cockroach spread its wings and took flight, the senior student screamed, closed her eyes in panic, and wildly waved her arms.

But that disgusting sensation still spread from my arm to my neck, face... and even inside my clothes in an instant.

"Thump!"

The intense stimulation caused her vision to go black, and she collapsed to her knees, exhausted.

At the same time, the rapidly gathering light blue ice elements suddenly paused, and then quickly dispersed.

Viktor felt a slight sense of relief and glanced at the senior student who had fainted five meters away.

The other person was kneeling on the ground in a duck-sitting position, but fortunately, the mage's robe covered them up, so it didn't look too bad.

He glanced at it only once before his mind returned to the previous battle.

The curse spell [Nightmare Touch] was originally a curse placed on me when I obtained the ribbon.

But after advancing to level 3 last night, the curse was completely dispelled, and I figured out its mysteries.

With that in mind, he opened his equipment inventory.

【A bow brimming with memories (blue)】

[Note: The purified bow is now at your disposal.]

[Effect: When worn, your Intelligence increases by 1, and you are more likely to understand spells and dream.]

Lifting the curse grants: Your curse power is amplified; after using a Nightmare curse, you gain the cursed memories of the one affected.

After he mastered the Nightmare Touch, the bow tie changed from a green quality item to a blue quality item.

The description and effects are much more normal now, and it has even received an amplification from the power of the curse.

Victor put away the panel.

He raised his right hand, and a ball of pink light floated in his palm—the cursed memory he had just received from his senior.

"Does it need to be digested?"

Memories obtained from a sorcerer can be selectively absorbed, but the consequences of absorption are unknown.

Victor thought that this was why the bow tie was a blue-tier item.

"It'll probably take another minute, so let's take a look at the nightmare of a level 5 mage."

After thinking about it, he decided to absorb the memory.

After the two inside the barrier finished their battle,

The people outside, however, were far less composed than Viktor.

"Did you see that? What kind of spell was that? He didn't use a wand, just... a snap of his fingers?"

"Please, I'm just an ordinary person, I don't understand this duel at all."

The servants, who were originally not allowed to chat during work hours, had long forgotten this rule.

They whispered among themselves, their expressions excited.

Meleus was indeed not paying attention to them; at this moment, he was staring at the boy inside the barrier.

"Can a magician really cast spells without a staff or incantation?"

He murmured to himself, the arrogance in his eyes long since replaced by a light of admiration.

He knew his senior's abilities best.

They often went in and out of the academy together and carried out missions, and their relationship was getting closer to that of lovers.

The opponent's level 5 is something they've genuinely built up through learning and adventure experience.

In fact... because of her natural control over ice elements, the actual effect of her ice magic is much stronger than that of standard magic.

However, there is still a gap between him and his senior.

Meurles' lips curved slightly, and his arrogance rekindled in his eyes, even more so than before.

"What's his name?"

He turned his head and asked his sister.

"what?"

Elena was still reeling from Victor's stunning comeback when she heard the shout. She stopped smiling and stared blankly into her brother's eyes.

No matter how many times she looked at him, she could sense that he didn't see her.

That's a kind of arrogance called looking down on others.

But today, Meuleus actually asked me for Mr. Victor's name?

Elena felt a surge of pleasure in her heart:

"Why not ask him yourself?"

She looked displeased and stiffly turned her head away.

This was the first time she had ever refused Meurles, and refused him so explicitly.

"..."

Meuleus, however, did not care.

He just felt that if he could get the boy's name from his sister, it would save him some trouble; if he couldn't, it wouldn't matter.

He turned his gaze back to the open space not far away.

Just then, the isolation array's duration ended, and the light barrier began to dissolve downwards from the top.

"Let him come over."

As Meuleus finished speaking,

The servants who were engrossed in their discussion suddenly fell silent as the head maid stepped out and approached Viktor.

Viktor was currently contemplating the nightmare he had just absorbed, his expression somewhat puzzling.

"Sir, the young master requests your presence."

The head maid bowed in greeting.

"it is good."

Victor responded and left with the other person.

Before long, he stood a meter away from the blond youth.

Looking at the other person's features, which were somewhat similar to those of the blonde girl, he realized what was going on.

This person must be Elena's brother.

As he sized up the other man, Meuleus was also sizing him up.

"What's your name?"

Meurles spoke in a steady and forceful tone, but the sharpness in his eyes suggested that he meant something else entirely.

His language skills are simply like those of a lion.

"Victor."

Viktor inwardly grumbled, but outwardly he bowed respectfully.

"A nice name."

Meurles nodded: "I hope this commission will be just like your name."

Without giving any further explanation, he simply said what an employer might say, then gestured to Victor that he could leave.

He picked up his coffee and took a sip.

Viktor had no complaints about this.

It's like when a client doesn't trust you with a project, so they always say something strange to encourage you before hanging up the phone.

"Let's go, Miss Elena."

Victor winked at Elena and then walked towards the door.

Elena was being stared at by Meures, and the feeling of being watched like a thorn in her side put her under immense pressure. Hearing the shout was like a pardon.

She quickly got up and chased after him as if fleeing.

As the gates opened, the young boy and girl left the manor.

"..."

Meurles' furrowed brow slowly relaxed, and he picked up the cup again.

But just as he was about to open his mouth, he discovered that the coffee was gone.

"Is it comfortable sitting on the floor?"

He put down his empty cup and asked a question while looking at the open space.

In the open space, the senior student was still kneeling on the ground with her eyes closed, as if she had not yet woken up.

But whether it was the hard floor or Meurles's sharp gaze, she slowly opened her eyes and stood up somewhat awkwardly:

"I'm so sorry, I accidentally fell asleep."

As she spoke, she sat down in the seat opposite Meurles.

Seeing that the other person was ignoring her, she wasn't annoyed, and looked towards the door:

"Didn't you see that Viktor was special? Why didn't you keep him?"

Meurles stared at his empty glass, his gaze calm: "No need."

As he spoke, a hint of disdain seemed to appear in his golden eyes:

"An adventurer who cannot grow on his own is no different from the greenskins of the horde."

"puff."

The senior student couldn't help but laugh at this: "Never mind, we'll see each other again in the future anyway."

She leaned back, a playful smile in her eyes.