Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

Night fell.

The hotel was like a sunken ship at the bottom of the sea, completely submerged.

"laugh."

Victor lit the newly replaced candle on the table.

The firelight illuminated his calm face and provided the only source of light.

The hotel owner reminded us that lights can be turned on at night when we went upstairs.

Viktor was not surprised by this.

The reason why lamps cannot be lit at Beifenggang is because the magic arrays are too ineffective.

This inn, in addition to being protected from the night by Vinex's triple magic array, also has its own layer of isolation magic array.

Knowing this, Victor could understand why the "hostility" disappeared one by one after they arrived at the inn.

Because the hotel will shelter the guests here.

"But, are those things that display red lines when [Magic Affinity] is actually human?"

The thought that he was still connected to a red thread made him feel uneasy.

You should know that even back in the Forest of Corruption, in the Goblin's Nest, he had never seen the magic manifest as red lines.

Based on what he learned in the baronies.

If it displays red magic, it must be related to the beliefs of some cult.

Blood Moon

This is the source of magic that exists outside of the three moons: the silver moon, the blue moon, and the gray moon.

But no one has ever seen this fourth type of moon, so everyone agrees that it is just a name invented by the Blood Moon cult for their beliefs.

"In any case, I'm afraid I won't be able to rest tonight."

With that thought in mind, Victor took out a simple black-covered magic book.

This wasn't Lyra's book; it was something she bought casually in Fenggu Town after leaving the Baron's mansion.

Turning to the blank pages, Victor thought for a moment and then took out the scroll engraved with the words "Disguise Technique".

"If I learn the art of disguise, I might find it useful later."

Viktor muttered to himself, took out his quill pen, and began to copy.

After studying for a period of time, he discovered that he was different from others.

Others need spellbooks to cast spells, and although there are no spell slots like in D&D, they are still subject to certain limitations.

But he didn't need to. While copying, he had already inscribed the spell into the [Self-Ring], making it a permanent proof.

After that, with continuous practice, you can quickly master the spells.

"Finish."

With the increased efficiency of the quill pen, Viktor quickly completed the transcription of [Disguise], and his understanding of the spell also grew.

Just as he was about to practice, the barely perceptible feeling of being spied on suddenly became intense.

Victor raised an eyebrow slightly.

Through perception, I indeed saw that the red line connecting me had changed.

The red line, which was originally only as thick as a small snake, has now thickened again and become more vivid, like blood, as time goes by.

He picked up the candlestick from the table and slowly approached the door.

Just as he was about to reach the door, there was a knock:

"Knock knock knock".

The knocking was very soft.

But after the sound faded, there was no follow-up.

Victor did not respond, and silently placed the candlestick on the cabinet beside him.

During this time, the red line grew to the thickness of a forearm and then stopped.

It's like it's reached a critical point, unable to make any further progress.

"Mr. Victor, it's me."

However, just when Victor thought the people outside were about to force their way in, a familiar voice rang out from outside the door.

Viktor was stunned, a chill running down his spine.

What's going on? Could it really be Elena outside? She didn't rest, but came to find me... to get rid of me?

But the thought was extinguished in an instant.

Victor shook his head.

If the golden-haired girl were capable of such a thing, then the other party would not have ridden in the same carriage with her, nor would they have shown their innocent side in front of her.

There is no magical tide tonight, that's for sure. Plus, the inn has four layers of protection, so there shouldn't be any magical infiltration.

"Elena, aren't you resting so late?"

After a moment's thought, he tentatively asked.

"I......"

A girl's nervous voice came from outside the door: "I'm scared to sleep, so can I stay with you?"

While I really want to say that this is exactly what Elena would say, could you please tone down your 'hostility' when you speak?

Looking at the increasingly vibrant red line, Viktor's lips twitched, and he tentatively asked one last question:

"It's so late, we shouldn't wander around the hotel."

"Don't worry, Mr. Victor, the inn is very safe. Nothing can get in unless there's a magical tide."

The voice outside did indeed offer an explanation, and seemed even more shy and bashful, as if worried that Viktor wouldn't believe it:

"Let me in, just for tonight..."

"Click".

However, before the voice outside could finish speaking, Victor had already quickly unlocked the door.

As he forcefully flung open the door, he saw the person outside.

It wasn't the hotel owner, nor was it anyone else, but Elena!

"Vic..."

Viktor heard that the other person was about to speak again.

Viktor's expression turned cold, and he moved his body that was standing to the side!

He turned his feet, spun around, and his body spun like a top.

Before Elena could react, she felt a gust of wind lash her face, and the black shoe surface hurtled towards her with a whooshing sound.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud followed.

The girl's figure flew sideways and crashed hard into the opposite wall.

No, she can no longer be called a girl.

"Smack."

Victor snapped his fingers, then snapped them again.

The two-piece set: the Curse of Weakness and the Curse of Blindness.

He was supposed to add another curse, but considering the remaining magic power, he didn't snap his fingers a third time.

"Standing at people's doorsteps at night, pretending to be a blonde girl to defraud customers."

Looking at the old man struggling helplessly on the ground, whose body had returned to its original size, Victor said unhurriedly:

"Boss, you can't do business like this."

"You... cough cough."

The innkeeper's head was buzzing from the sudden roundhouse kick. He was about to speak when he choked on the blood rising in his throat and coughed.

After a long pause, he finally managed to utter a complete sentence: "How did you know it was me?"

Viktor looked down at the other man, his gaze fixed on the faded red line on his chest, remaining silent.

The boss seemed to know he wouldn't get an answer, so he laboriously rolled over and lay down on the ground.

"Now that you've figured out who I am, let's make a deal."

He seemed expressionless, and even in this situation, his tone remained calm.

Victor nodded: "It seems you understand your situation."

"Heh, you're very confident?"

The boss let out a cold laugh, his eyes shining like rubies.

At that moment, Viktor saw the previously dim red line become bright again, and a great sense of crisis surged into his heart.

Moreover, he also felt a faint tremor coming from beneath his feet.

This is......

Viktor's pupils dilated slightly, as if he had guessed the other party's intentions.

"My life is tied to this hotel. If you refuse my deal, you know the consequences."

As the old man whispered, the trembling of the entire hotel intensified, and the red light in his eyes grew stronger.