Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

The next morning.

The wolves emerged from the cave and began to perform their respective duties.

One of them had already emerged from the cave and was getting closer and closer to the northern exit.

On the wolf's back.

Elena hugged Victor from behind, her face flushing red and then pale, her eyes filled with suspicion.

What was I doing when I woke up this morning?!

She actually hugged Mr. Victor all night? Her face was practically pressed against his chest.

But it smells very nice.

No, what kind of thinking is this? It should smell much better than a wolf's den.

The girl felt like her head was about to explode; her strange thoughts left her unsure how to face Viktor.

This led her to not even realize that she was hugging herself too tightly, and that the position of her hands was becoming increasingly awkward.

"That's really strange."

It wasn't until the boy's voice rang out that she realized her lapse in composure and carefully adjusted her posture.

I thought the other person had noticed something.

Fortunately, Viktor's next words relieved her:

"Hey buddy, do you really have to avoid the shade?"

Viktor was already captivated by the wolf beneath him, and his focus as a police officer meant he paid no attention to Elena's subtle movements.

He had been observing for a long time.

This wolf never passes under the shade of trees, and even if it has to take a long detour, it will avoid those dead trees, as if it were avoiding those fat maggots.

"Awooo, woowoo..."

(Oh my god, don't you know how dangerous they are? I'm very careful with my fur!)

"I see."

Listening to the wolf's complaints, Victor glanced at its exposed body and a strange idea began to form in his mind.

Could those maggots even harm their own corrupt creations?

Although maggots are indeed terrifying, yesterday that drow was half-dead from the explosion after crushing them.

However, the wolf's body was severely decayed, and its skeleton was formed from the breath of decay, so it should not feel pain.

So, it's probably true, as the other party said, that they were just worried about damaging the fur.

"However, we could try getting some bugs out to use as bombs later."

Viktor concluded to himself, a playful smile creeping across his face.

Only then did he realize that there seemed to be a thin layer of sweat on his back.

That's strange, it wasn't there before.

"Waaah..."

However, before he could think further, the wolf spoke again.

The voice is speaking.

There's an unfamiliar magical fluctuation!

Viktor understood and immediately focused his attention on sensing.

After his magical affinity was amplified by the ring, he instantly spotted the figure lingering outside the Corruption Lands in the northeast direction.

Despite the distance, the other person's silver hair and black butler's uniform were too conspicuous.

The doubt in Viktor's eyes faded slightly, and he turned his head to ask:

"Miss Elena, your butler seems to be looking for you."

"what?"

The girl paused, looked around, but saw only swirling mist. She quickly asked:

"Does he have a raven emblem on his chest?"

"Brother, please come closer."

Victor immediately replied.

Soon, after the wolf had traveled a short distance, Victor finally saw the man's appearance clearly.

He was an old man, and there was indeed a raven-shaped brooch on his chest.

Moreover, the anxious look on the other person's face was clearly genuine.

"It seems I was right."

He finally lowered his guard and smiled at the girl.

Seeing this, Elena frowned slightly and lowered her head, seemingly lost in thought.

Victor raised an eyebrow, thinking that the girl felt she had done something wrong and was worried about being punished.

"Just go home and apologize properly."

He thought for a moment and reassured her, "If you have a good attitude, you'll definitely get through."

After all, they are just kids, and they are still quite afraid of adults.

Viktor muttered to himself.

The girl remained silent as the demon wolf slowed its pace.

"Um."

Only when she could see his blurry figure reflected in the fog did she respond, then hug Viktor tightly:

"Next time we meet, just call me Elena. I'll give you the rest of the payment then."

After speaking, she flipped over and leaped into the fog.

In Victor's view, the girl quickly walked behind the butler and hugged the old man tightly.

He wanted to remind the other person that they had forgotten the teleportation scroll, but seeing the familiar scene of the master and servants reuniting, he couldn't bear to break the atmosphere.

"Waaah... (She doesn't look like she's going to be punished)."

The wolf interrupted Viktor's thoughts at just the right moment.

The boy smiled, not expecting that this corrupt creation had just overheard his words.

"Anyway, it won't be because of anything else that she's sad. At least she won't be sad because she can't see you, buddy."

"Victor said calmly."

Viktor leaped off his horse before the wolf could sway.

"You know I have things to do outside, but I'll bring you gifts next time."

He turned back, waved to the other person, and then left.

The wolf stood there for a while, and seeing the boy walk away, it slowly raised its head:

"Awooo—"

far away.

As soon as Victor stepped into the lush green woods and smelled the fragrance of flowers and grass, he suddenly stopped.

The wolf's voice sounded like a farewell, yet it also contained something else—a hint of sadness, and something else entirely...

Spreading the will to return home.

"..."

Viktor swallowed hard.

Why do I feel that way? Could it be because I'm a child of thorns?

He didn't dare to think any further, and quickened his pace, already determined to unload the only green item once he got home.

......

the other side.

Just as Viktor had thought.

After exchanging pleasantries with the old butler, Elena was led by him to an elegantly decorated carriage.

But the moment the curtain was lifted, that warm atmosphere was immediately shattered.

Inside the carriage, a short-haired young man with a stern face and blond hair and eyes sat upright, holding a notebook in his hand.

"elder brother."

Elena's smile faded, her head drooped, and she called out softly.

But after a few breaths, the young man did not look outside, but silently turned a page of the journal on his own.

It's as if the girl outside doesn't exist.

However, the faint stench of decay permeating the air still made him frown slightly, and he tightened his grip on the note.

"You're still alive, that's good."

He put away his handkerchief and spoke to the front.

Elena felt somewhat wronged by this undisguised dislike.

The girl pouted, the last trace of joy she felt at leaving this corrupt place completely vanishing.

She wanted to go back to that person.

"Are you not saying anything because you've dirtied your skirt and are afraid to, or... do you realize how much trouble you're causing others?"

The young man's gaze remained fixed ahead, but his tone grew increasingly forceful:

"you......"

"I'm sorry, young master, it's my fault for not taking good care of Miss."

An aged voice interrupted the young man's barrage of hurtful words.

"I will explain the matter of Miss's situation to the master."

The old butler smiled, gently put his arm around Elena, and walked towards the front of the carriage.

Upon seeing this, the blond youth gritted his teeth.