Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

Until the carriage drove away from Vinex, Victor no longer noticed any 'hostility' directed at him and the blonde girl.

He wasn't surprised by this.

But outside the carriage, the coachman, Hill, only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the flowers and plants outside the city and the bright sunshine.

Although he knew that Victor had some strength as an adventurer, it was unrealistic to expect him to completely trust him.

Especially after witnessing the bizarre situation in Vinexli, everyone knew that something bad was bound to happen.

However, Viktor somehow managed to eliminate this lurking crisis.

By this point, he was beginning to understand the young lady's strange attitude towards Victor.

"Victor is an absolutely reliable person. You must explain this to your father when you get back."

The carriage gradually disappeared into the distance.

But Vinniex did not find peace.

Shortly after they left, a guest entered the town’s only inn.

The woman was tall and slender, her entire body shrouded in a red cloak. Her face was pale, her lips were blood-red, and her eyes were like rubies.

Her alluring and bizarre attire concealed her beauty, and for some reason, she left no shadow as she walked.

"It's been a long time, Ms. Ild."

Seeing the tall woman walking towards him, Quinn gave a humble smile and bowed.

Ild ignored him and went straight to the stairs leading to the second floor, staring at a spot in the corridor.

Quinn caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye and inwardly cursed, feeling an indescribable surge of anger.

He had a bad feeling as soon as he saw the other person come in.

As one of the two minor leaders in this area, he and this woman had been managing their own affairs ever since Vinex was captured by the Blood Moon Church.

This is a rule established by the Blood Moon Church to prevent betrayal; if any minor leader in a stronghold shows disloyalty, another person can kill them.

To seize absolute power!

That bitch Ild must have heard rumors and wanted to kill me immediately, which is why she came so early.

"Quinn, why does it smell like a stranger here?"

Just as Quinn was pondering, Ild slowly turned his head, his eyes filled with amusement:

"And when did you become so bold as to raise your head without my permission?"

"..."

Quinn's expression darkened, but he dared not refute the woman.

Both of the other person's statements were correct; the inn had indeed been invaded by outsiders, and he could only lower his head in front of Ilder.

This has nothing to do with status, but with strength.

Within the Blood Moon Church, even when people of equal status stand together, the one with slightly less power always has to bow down and submit.

However, after being reborn, Quinn had a new master and a new goal, and had long since broken free from the church's brainwashing.

"Ilder, the Church forbids us from harming ordinary people, have you forgotten?"

Quinn frowned, his eyes quickly turning blood red, and he unleashed an invisible aura of power.

As a level 5 Blood Moon Warlock, he is not weak, but he suffers from the common weakness of mages: he is fragile.

Therefore, after being struck by Viktor, he was unable to recover.

"what?"

Ild looked slightly surprised, not expecting that the usually unassuming old man would talk back to him.

"I never knew you had such a masculine side."

She scoffed and shook her head, saying, "But I won't fight you on your turf."

As she spoke, she took out a magical artifact.

Upon seeing this thing, Quinn's heart tightened, and he finally realized what the other party wanted to do, causing him to panic for a moment.

But the next moment, he suddenly felt something inside his body, his eyes briefly lost focus before returning to normal, and then he smiled.

......

A few minutes ago,

On a carriage far outside Vignex.

Viktor suddenly felt a strong sense of tension coming from afar. He immediately checked his equipment inventory and discovered the anomaly in [Quinn's Soul].

After returning the soul, Viktor's inventory only contained a transparent bead representing Quinn's soul.

At this moment, the bead is bouncing up and down in the equipment slot.

Without hesitation, Victor immediately probed his consciousness into it.

After a sudden shift in his vision, he was immediately transported to Quinn's perspective and realized that he could control Quinn's body.

But he didn't do anything; instead, he was immediately attracted by the alluring stranger in front of him.

The other person looked disdainful, holding a blood-red skull in his hand, which immediately gave off an ominous aura.

"For your safety, Quinn, you must accept the gaze of the Blood Moon."

Ild held up the skull, his eyes filled with reverence, and a subtle, enigmatic smile played at the corners of his lips.

This is a magical tool used by the Blood Moon Church to identify people and determine the loyalty of its members; it is infused with a trace of the Blood Moon's power.

Once activated, it can be used to determine whether Quinn remains loyal to the Blood Moon as before.

However, just as she was thinking about how to kill Quinn, she saw him suddenly freeze, and then recover.

He even smiled.

"What's wrong with this guy?"

Ild suddenly felt that the old man seemed to have changed, giving off an inexplicable confidence, an aura of authority that seemed to belong to someone else.

This made her feel somewhat insecure.

"What are you waiting for? Does the question of whether I've betrayed you... leave you feeling lost?"

However, Quinn was very confident at this moment, his voice was steady, and even carried a hint of pressure:

"If you doubt your partner, then bring it on!"

"..."

Ild was stunned, his pupils trembling slightly.

For the first time, someone dared to speak to her like that, especially someone who had always been weaker than her.

However, the Blood Moon Cult has always been autocratic; when has it ever needed companions?

"What are you talking about? Aren't you afraid? What if...?"

"There are no 'ifs,' Ild!"

Quinn stepped forward and, taking advantage of Ild's momentary lapse in attention, grabbed him by the collar:

"As a friend, I need to remind you that this is the Blood Moon Church, and I don't want to implicate you because of my negligence."

In that instant of face-to-face contact, Ild felt a strange sense of trust, but this was quickly followed by an awkward feeling of rejection.

"Get out of here."

She shoved the old man aside, tucked the skull into her sleeve, and turned to leave.

"Ilder!"

Quinn quickly followed, calling the woman's name.

But the other party seemed afraid of being bitten by a mad dog and fled the hotel as if running away.

"Clatter".

The door was closed again.

Quinn, or Victor,

He instantly suppressed all expression on his face.

"Did you remember?"

After saying just that one sentence, Quinn's eyes suddenly went unfocused again, then returned to focus.

Quinn stood there, stunned for a while, then began to look around.

"Owner?"

He found nothing and tentatively called out, but there was no response from inside the inn.