Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

Upon witnessing this scene, Victor once again recalled what Matt meant by "being corrupted."

In the city of Vinex, not only are the residents having problems, but the buildings themselves have been altered, and the source of the magic is also questionable.

"Okay, I promise you."

Feeling the increasingly intense tremors beneath his feet, Victor nodded helplessly: "But if you want to make a trade, you'll have to let me know your name first."

The tremor came quickly and went quickly, disappearing the instant he finished speaking, as if everything that had happened before was an illusion.

But the crimson in the old man's eyes served as a warning to him that it was all true.

"You are a mage of extraordinary wisdom, Victor."

Although the innkeeper was currently afflicted with two curses—weakness and blindness—he seemed to be able to see Viktor and turned his head towards him.

"My name is Quinn, a... small fry."

Quinn forced a stiff smile: "If you had been any slower, my counterattack magic tool would probably have knocked you away."

Although the tone remained the same, Viktor could sense the other person's confidence.

[Magic Affinity] doesn't allow him to know the other person's level, but it does allow him to sense the intensity of their magic.

In particular, Victor could clearly sense the difference in the strength of the Blood Moon magic, as it differed from the Silver Moon magic net.

"A level 5 Blood Moon Warlock certainly has the right to say that."

"..."

Quinn's stiff smile slowly faded; he hadn't expected his level to be guessed.

Although he suspected that Victor had activated some kind of magical artifact's detection ability, he still put aside his contempt.

"Look at your situation clearly, Master."

Quinn made a threat, then his expression returned to calm: "The deal is simple."

Viktor knew the other party was finally getting to the point, so he focused his attention and wasn't going to miss any details.

"Hand over that girl from the Raven Merchant Guild to me, and you can leave here alive."

What?

Viktor was slightly surprised, not expecting that the other party had already seen through Elena's identity.

But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he realized something was wrong.

The first time he met the blonde girl, she had sneaked out. In other words, she was usually kept at home.

The outside world probably doesn't know what Elena looks like.

So, Quinn is bluffing me?

Viktor's mind raced, and he immediately sneered:

"Although I don't know what grudge you have against the Raven Merchant Guild, since you've put so much thought into my sister, I still have to thank you."

Quinn remained silent, his red eyes fixed on Victor.

To be honest, being stared at like that in a dark corridor would probably scare anyone.

But Victor knew the other person couldn't see him, so he looked directly into their eyes.

The two stared at each other for more than ten seconds.

"pity."

Quinn closed his eyes: "I thought they should be here by now. If... I could catch her."

Viktor breathed a sigh of relief, seeing the other person's absent-minded expression, and knew he had guessed correctly.

Moreover, the moment the other party spoke, the 'hostility' connected to them dimmed again.

The red line is also gradually getting thinner.

"Quinn, I do not discriminate against a heretic."

Viktor seized the opportunity, hoping to use this to bring the two closer:

"But to be honest, your act of breaking into a resident's room at night made me a little uncomfortable."

As he spoke, he made an estimate.

The two curses should have lasted for 5 minutes by now.

Sure enough, Quinn showed a look of surprise a few seconds later, though it was very subtle, it did appear.

This moment.

Quinn regained his vision and his strength returned. Apart from the burning sensation on his left cheek, he was no different from before.

This made him realize that the boy in front of him seemed to have withdrawn that strange spell.

The other party is really sincere.

"I'm sorry, I'm ashamed of my recklessness."

Although the Blood Moon Cult members act strangely, they are not mindless monsters, and Quinn is one of them.

He slowly stood up, the bloodshot in his eyes faded, and he looked like an ordinary old man again.

Then, a flash of silver light appeared in his hand, and a circular medal appeared.

Viktor's gaze shifted slightly, a hint of longing flickering in his eyes.

[The Gift from the Blood Moon Cult (White)]

[Note: Friend, it's delicious]

[Effect: When you defeat a Blood Moon Cult member and equip this item, the value of items placed in your Soul Trade with that Blood Moon Cult member will double.]

"This is my compensation."

Quinn, oblivious to the boy's unusual behavior, handed over the medal.

"You know I'm not that kind of person."

Viktor didn't take it, and instead said in a serious tone.

Quinn smiled, finding the boy more pleasing to the eye, and offered a few words of advice.

This time, Viktor did not refuse, accepted the medal, and equipped it immediately.

As soon as the words were spoken, the circular medal vanished into thin air.

In his eyes, an ancient green rune appeared above Quinn's head.

Although he didn't know what it meant, the rune gave him the feeling that it represented a symbol that "trading is allowed".

"I hope you can understand the previous misunderstanding. Now let's complete the second transaction."

Before Victor could continue his investigation, Quinn spoke up.

He maintained his stiff smile, which looked completely fake.

Viktor felt a bit confused, sensing the threat in the other person's words.

Are all members of the Blood Moon Cult such stubborn people?

Whether it's the act of breaking in at night, the other party's insistence on giving him the medal, or the second transaction that must be completed now.

"certainly."

Viktor responded easily.

He wasn't worried about any problems with the terms of the deal proposed by the other party, since he had the medal to back him up.

Moreover, the other party seemed unaware of the medal's capabilities.

"..."

Quinn genuinely didn't know what the medal's effect was; it was just a small item he always carried with him.

Looking at the unsuspecting boy, he only found it amusing.

No one dares to make a deal with the Blood Moon Cult, and even if they do, they make thorough preparations because of their unique trading methods.

"I don't know where you get the courage, but I will grant your request."

Quinn opened his arms, his smile becoming increasingly genuine: "I pray to the Blood Moon to initiate a soul bargain."

As soon as he finished speaking, Viktor's vision blurred, and then his feet felt light on his feet.

He subconsciously looked down and suddenly realized that he was standing suspended in mid-air above a blood-red continent.

Moreover, he was enveloped in a red glow, as if sprinkled with a layer of dark red, resembling fresh blood.

Viktor looked up and saw a perfectly real crescent moon hanging high in the night sky, but there were no stars around it, making it look eerily strange.

"Transaction begins."

But as Quinn's hoarse voice rang out again, Victor found support beneath his feet once more.

But the icy touch made him feel uneasy.