Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

Viktor did not respond to the many questions raised by the examinees.

At this moment, all he could see was the boy among the crowd whose appearance was 90 percent similar to the boy's.

Will has grown up?

In that instant, Viktor dismissed all his previous assumptions.

From the moment he met Will at the church, he initially believed that Will was the loophole in this strange city and the key to deciphering the priest's blessing.

Especially after hearing the shop owners' detailed descriptions of Will, he couldn't help but have doubts.

Will is the only living person in this place who has not been corrupted by the priest.

Are you locals here?

Viktor calmly spoke, dispelling his own speculations.

As soon as he finished speaking, the examinees, who had been on guard, immediately composed themselves and instead showed a strange expression as if they had seen an evil spirit.

Of course, some people lowered their heads in frustration, while others looked excited. But no one answered his question.

If it weren't for the sound of other people talking inside, the scene would have looked rather eerie.

"I apologize, please forgive their rudeness."

Fortunately, before Viktor could ask any questions, a girl with flaxen hair pushed through the crowd and came over.

Her smile was restrained, and her tone was humble yet tinged with reverence:

"My name is Granny, and this is my brother, Will. You should have met him before."

As she spoke, she pulled Will from the crowd over to her.

Victor nodded, but still didn't understand why the group's attitude had changed so drastically.

However, he recognized Granny's voice; it was the same voice he had just heard.

"I heard you were going to take Will with you on this mission, was it for the dagger?"

After glancing at the group of quail-like boys and girls behind Granny, Victor turned his gaze back to the girl.

Seeing that the other party nodded, Victor continued:

"My name is Johnny, and I'm here because of the dagger. If you have any bad intentions towards me because of this thing..."

He frowned, raised his hand, and in his palm was the sharp dagger he had obtained from the church:

"I hope you can explain the reason."

"this......"

Granny's expression stiffened slightly, and the others also had different expressions.

In this quiet wait, Victor's patience was wearing thin; he had absolutely no idea what kind of riddle these people were playing.

Finally, after a long 16 seconds of waiting, a white-haired boy with a sinister face stepped out of the crowd.

"Granny has been polite enough to you, so why are you so unruly? You're just an examinee like us, what are you being so arrogant about?"

An examinee? Unruly? Arrogant?

Victor didn't know what the man was talking about, but when he saw the concerned look in the man's eyes as he looked at Granny, he understood.

This is a sycophant who speaks without considering the context.

"Don't go against Johnny!"

Sure enough, before Victor could speak, Granny had already reprimanded him.

But the white-haired youth smiled disdainfully, and with a wave of his long sleeves, a magnificent magic wand landed in his palm:

"Granny, we're all examinees. Don't think that just because he's special, we have to bow down to him!"

As he finished speaking, his lips continued to move, uttering obscure, ancient incantations.

Fireball

Viktor, who had also practiced this spell, immediately realized what kind of spell the other party was about to cast.

His gaze turned cold.

He hadn't done anything wrong, but this person interrupted him right away and was even trying to use him as a scapegoat in order to impress the goddess.

They really don't know how to be polite.

As he finished speaking, he slowly raised his hand.

"Smack."

The crisp snap of fingers rang out in the arena even faster than the white-haired boy chanting the incantation.

Immediately afterwards, the white-haired boy suddenly felt everything go black, and the world became completely silent.

The intense panic made him forget the incantation he hadn't finished reciting; at that moment, all he could do was struggle instinctively.

But as soon as he raised his arm, all his strength seemed to be drained away.

boom!

The white-haired boy knelt on the ground, letting out a helpless roar: "Aaaaah..."

Everyone around looked tense, while Granny seemed somewhat disgusted.

In their eyes, the white-haired boy was merely chanting a spell, and then, after hearing Viktor snap his fingers, he knelt down on his own.

"Get up! Even if you know you're going to lose, you don't have to do this. It's really embarrassing."

When the white-haired boy's friend saw that the other boy's cries had attracted the attention of other examinees not far away, he immediately spoke up to remind him and went to help him up.

But the white-haired boy seemed to have lost his mind; as soon as he was caught, he roared even louder and tried to strike his friend's head with the wooden staff.

"It's me!"

His friend, however, did not give up and tried his best to comfort the white-haired boy.

But whatever he said only intensified the other person's struggle.

At this point, everyone finally realized the seriousness of the situation and turned their attention to Viktor.

Recalling what the other person had just done, they felt a chill run down their spines.

"That's right, this Johnny must be the rumored special examiner."

Someone whispered something, and everyone fell silent. The white-haired boy's friend desperately covered the other person's mouth.

No one knew how terrified he was at that moment, but the thought that suddenly popped into his mind was the same as everyone else's.

Hundreds of years ago, during the magic academy entrance exams, there was a perfect student whose magical talent surpassed that of all the other examinees.

It is said that the person was only 12 years old at the time, but was already able to cast spells without a staff or incantation, and his age was not reduced during the assessment.

The other party completed the assessment as a teenager and, by surpassing the second-place finisher by a full 200 points, was exceptionally promoted to become an elite student and the academy's top mentor.

Everyone initially thought that all of this was fabricated by others, merely a means to promote that person's reputation.

I never expected it to be true!

"Lord Johnny, please go easy on me. If you injure your companions during the assessment, you will be disqualified from enrollment."

Finally, after a long silence of half a minute, Gran spoke. This time, however, her eyes were even more ardent, and her swaying posture was extremely fawning.

"..."

Viktor couldn't help but feel puzzled, finding these people extremely strange, but he still explained calmly:

"He'll recover in a bit, but if you're not willing to explain, I don't mind letting you experience that feeling too."

As soon as she finished speaking, Granny became a little anxious and quickly cast a warning look at her good-for-nothing younger brother.

Will's eyelids twitched wildly. He was only a 12-year-old boy and had never seen such a scene before. He was already trembling with fear.

"If Mr. Johnny tells you to speak, then speak. Otherwise, I don't mind helping him out."

At that moment, everyone suddenly heard a clear and melodious voice coming from behind Viktor, and their expressions immediately turned even more unpleasant.