Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

Outside the hotel.

Ild walked hurriedly, his lips twitching uncontrollably.

Ignoring the stares from her subordinates on the street, she quickly arrived at a small house in the western part of Vénex.

She closed the door and pressed herself tightly against it.

"Thump thump thump..."

Hearing her own frantic heartbeat, Ild slid down slowly, her eyes twitching as if she couldn't control her expression.

She covered her face, her eyes filled with a chaotic mix of emotions: rage, tension, joy, fear...

All sorts of emotions flashed across her face.

It took her more than ten minutes to recover and gently wipe away the two lines of tears on her face.

"What on earth is that guy saying?"

Even now, she still can't understand what Quinn, who should be her adversary, did to say those words.

Her eyes twitched slightly again at the thought of those words.

She had no choice but to try to clear her mind and calm herself down over and over again.

"In short, we can now be certain that there's something wrong with that guy, but... let's put it aside for now."

As she said this, she used a communication spell to notify her direct subordinates:

"Continue to wait for the Raven Merchant Guild's wagon to appear."

......

the other side.

Inside the carriage, Victor was being questioned by the golden-haired girl.

"Mr. Victor just suddenly leaned over here, shouldn't he explain himself?"

Although the girl spoke softly and had a faint smile on her face, she gave off a feeling of ill intent.

It's like your younger sister in the family has prepared a prank, and if you respond, you'll fall for it.

But it seems even more evil than that.

"I didn't get enough rest and accidentally fell asleep."

Viktor wasn't very good at handling this kind of situation.

Compared to someone like Ild, whose thoughts are easily understood, a young girl's mind is much harder to fathom.

"Is this Mr. Victor's excuse to get closer to me? How casual."

Sure enough, the girl's teasing and playful tone meant her scheme had succeeded.

However, just when Viktor thought the other party would continue to question him relentlessly, the other party made a bold move.

The girl took Viktor's arm without hesitation and guided him to lean on her shoulder.

"..."

Viktor was taken aback, not expecting the other party to do this, and a subtle feeling arose in his heart.

"I used to lean on you to rest, now it's your turn to lean on me."

But the girl just said some ordinary things and didn't do anything else.

Viktor was somewhat helpless.

Sure enough, just like in the Forest of Corruption, this guy never snuggled in his arms because he disliked the smell of the wolf den.

The reason they approached me before, seeking a sense of security, was similar.

"No need to pay it back."

He said calmly, moving the girl's shoulder, which she was leaning on somewhat uncomfortably.

The matter with Vinex is temporarily put on hold, but there are still follow-up issues to be dealt with.

If I'm not mistaken, there are at least two more days of travel ahead.

During this time, he could digest the spells he had learned from Quinn's memories.

Seeing that the girl seemed somewhat unhappy with his actions, Victor smiled:

"You can't just keep thinking about resting. Did you learn the spell I cast yesterday?"

"..."

The girl turned her head, and the previous dissatisfaction instantly turned into tension in her eyes.

Normally, she studies etiquette at the Chamber of Commerce and learns about the affairs of the Chamber from her mother. She doesn't usually study magic on her own initiative.

Now, hearing Victor's words, she realized that she wasn't at home, but in a carriage.

"All right."

Her expression visibly darkened, but she did begin studying magic.

Viktor breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself that he should have thought of this perfect solution sooner.

Without hesitation, he immediately immersed himself in Quinn's memories.

Besides the thunderstorms that could erupt at any moment in Vinex, Quinn also remembered the various Blood Moon spells that the other party possessed.

Unlike sorcerers, Blood Moon sorcerers are not skilled in curses; they simply possess enhanced versions of ordinary spells.

This is related to the source of their magic.

Not only warlocks, but also other mages, warriors, rangers, etc., who join the Blood Moon Church will be given the Blood Moon prefix.

"What exactly is this 'Blood Moon Afterglow'?"

While browsing through his memories, he discovered a rather interesting spell.

This spell can be learned by any magician; it doesn't have to be a warlock.

Its effects are also quite remarkable:

By gathering the Blood Moon's magic power throughout his body, he temporarily increases his intelligence by 2 points.

This is only a first-level spell, but its effect is quite good.

It's important to know that increased intelligence can affect every aspect of a spellcaster's abilities.

First, the damage dealt will increase; second, resistance to control spells will be improved; and third, learning efficiency will be increased.

It can even help the caster recognize more runes and naturally acquire some knowledge.

"Perhaps with slight modifications, this spell could become [Silver Moon's Afterglow]."

Once he had the idea, Victor immediately began to act.

Although writing in a carriage was somewhat inconvenient, with the help of the quill pen, he quickly got into the zone and began to try to modify the spell in his notebook.

"..."

Elena, who had been unable to concentrate, couldn't help but glance at Victor a few more times when she saw him looking so serious.

She immediately felt a little incredulous.

Can a person concentrate so intently on their practice while riding in a carriage? Moreover, the carriage was constantly bumping along, yet Mr. Victor's handwriting remained so neat.

She compared herself to Viktor and couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

Thinking back to when they first met, the other person was just an adventurer who wasn't even an apprentice yet, but now he's even more skilled than him.

"Elena, you're going to be left behind."

As she muttered to herself, her eyes became serious as she tried to make her quill pen more obedient.

Despite her repeated attempts, she still struggled to write neatly amidst the turbulence, but the thought of Viktor kept her going.

Time passed by, and soon it was noon.

Hill noticed that the surrounding environment was significantly different from before.

The previous road was either through forests or small villages.

Now, there are more moving things around us.

"Bang."

The green vines of the man-eating tree lashed out at Hill, but were stopped by an invisible barrier.

But this magical plant doesn't seem to have much intelligence and keeps trying to attack.

Gradually, as the carriage ventured deeper into the area, more man-eating trees appeared around it, occasionally lashing their vines at the carriage.

Hill stared straight ahead, his eyes filled with helplessness.

He had seen this many times before; whenever he passed through certain areas, he would encounter these highly aggressive magical plants.

However, they always seem to be blind to the danger, attempting to launch an attack that is impossible to succeed.

However, just thinking about where he would end up, he couldn't help but wipe his mouth, as if he could already smell the aroma of wine.