Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

Early morning.

On the first floor of the hotel, Hill stared wide-eyed at Victor, who was chatting happily with Quinn.

"As long as you carry this magical artifact, they will not dare to harm you."

Quinn presented a blood-red brooch with both hands.

Victor took the brooch, pinned it to his chest without hesitation, and nodded in approval:

"well done."

This brooch had already been added to his equipment inventory, but after Quinn regained his memories, he gave it to him along with other magical items.

Now, seeing the other party hand him this brooch that represented his identity as a minor leader of the Blood Moon Cult, he was once again certain of the other party's loyalty.

"It is Quinn's honor to serve you, sir."

Quinn's previous numb expression was completely gone, replaced by a fawning smile.

It wasn't all because of Viktor's desire for control; it was more about his genuine respect for Viktor.

On the scales of memory, the moment the other person's memories became chips, he lost completely.

At the time, he only felt anger and resentment, but now, having regained his composure, he realized that the scales weren't unjust, but rather unfair in the face of the young man before him.

Even during a blood moon, one should carefully consider their own capabilities.

"Don't just stand there, get on with your own business."

Viktor smiled at him, then turned and walked away.

Elena followed behind, still feeling somewhat worried.

The eerie feeling of being constantly watched when I first entered Vinex was truly terrifying.

Even after hearing their conversation, she couldn't help but furrow her brows.

As for Hill, he didn't have many thoughts and followed Elena closely.

In his view, his life was not as precious as the young lady's, and even if he were to die, he should go before her.

"Crunch."

Victor opened the hotel door.

Pedestrians on the street all turned their gazes toward them, and a strong sense of being spied on immediately enveloped the three of them.

Hill immediately stepped forward, trying to block the young lady's path.

But in an instant, the feeling of being spied on vanished as if it had never happened.

"Um?"

Elena was somewhat puzzled by this rollercoaster-like experience, but looking at Victor walking ahead, she smiled again:

"Wait for me, Mr. Victor."

Soon, the three of them boarded the carriage.

Hill glanced at the pedestrians around him, then at the shops shrouded in a thin mist, before spurring his horse away.

Inside the carriage.

Elena stared at the calm carriage curtain, her eyes devoid of the fear she had shown upon arrival. When she turned to look at Victor, a smile flickered in her eyes.

I remember the last time in the Forest of Corruption, the other party also solved the problem so suddenly, easily saving me from the clutches of three Corruption Demon Wolves.

Mr. Victor always does something unexpected.

Thinking of this, she felt a surge of admiration, and her gaze softened even more.

"..."

Victor was unaware that the girl was staring at him.

He stared silently at the air directly in front of him, already lost in a memory.

Those are Quinn's memories.

In his memory, the other person was listening to a group of people describing how to capture Vinex.

"Quinn, the souls there are all unclean. Only by offering them to our Lord can they be purified."

"Let our people become those inhabitants! The Blood Moon Church should spread throughout the world, and the Silver Moon should be replaced!"

"us......"

Some of the memories of internal discussions within the Blood Moon Church end here; Quinn seems to only remember these, or perhaps his memories have been erased by some means.

Despite knowing only a few words, Victor still understood the Blood Moon Church's intentions.

The capture of Vinex may only be the beginning.

There are no normal people here now, only Blood Moon cult members. And after some time, perhaps another place will become a breeding ground for the Blood Moon Church.

"Will Beifenggang be dragged into this?"

Thinking this, Viktor's brow furrowed unconsciously.

Although Baron Sebastian's territory was somewhat remote, the brain circuits of those in the Blood Moon Church were abnormal.

They might not attack there now, but what about later? Nobody can predict the future.

"..."

Just as he was thinking this, Viktor suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder.

"Mr. Victor, won't you take a rest?"

The blonde girl leaned on his shoulder.

As he spoke, he leaned most of his body against Viktor's right side.

"Elena..."

Viktor instinctively reminded the other person to be mindful of their image, but as the words were about to come out, he remembered what happened last night.

When the girl sees herself and Quinn lying on the ground, she will probably feel worried and anxious, just like always.

Just let the other person relax a little.

"I don't need to rest yet."

"Viktor said softly, adjusting his posture slightly," Viktor said.

The girl felt more comfortable leaning against him, a slight smile appeared on her lips, and she snuggled closer to Viktor, naturally sniffing the air with her little nose.

But after completing a series of actions, she was stunned.

She didn't remember when she developed the habit of smelling things, but... she just did it as soon as she leaned against Victor.

And they take it for granted that this is the right thing to do.

The thought of having such wicked thoughts made her face flush.

"Um, Mr. Victor, why were you and Quinn lying in the hallway together last night?"

Fearing that Victor would discover her embarrassment, she instinctively asked the question she had been wanting to ask.

Viktor was not surprised by the girl's question.

That's just the kind of person they are; they like to meddle in other people's business. The first time we met, it was because of their meddling that I survived being attacked by a slime.

"Quinn just wants to spar with me."

Viktor smiled in response, and as he turned his head, he inadvertently rested his chin on the top of the girl's head, then quietly turned his face away again.

"But he hadn't fought in a long time, so he went a bit too far. And I also acted in self-defense, injuring him quite badly."

Explaining the truth to the girl is impossible; it's not something she can interfere with right now.

"Really...really?"

Elena had composed herself by now, and when she asked the question, she turned to look at Victor.

Although staring at that face, which was even more handsome than before, made her nervous, her intuition told her...

Mr. Victor is lying.

In fact, she didn't appear in the corridor after Victor collapsed; she had heard the fighting outside the room much earlier.

Furthermore, she pressed her ear against the door and overheard their entire conversation.

However, Quinn and Victor's conversation was like an encrypted call; all she knew was that their deal... was complete.

Otherwise, why would Quinn be so polite to Mr. Victor, even using honorifics?

"..."

Viktor felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by the girl. If he didn't have good mental fortitude, he probably would have turned his head away with a furtive look.

Fortunately, the girl didn't seem to have any intention of asking any more questions, and her eyes softened again.

Then she gently smoothed Viktor's collar with her little hands:

"If you need me, I'll help you anytime."