Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

"Um...Master, Mr. Victor didn't provoke us."

In a private office, Elena stood next to her female tutor, stealing glances at the words "Summary of the Fight" written on the scroll, and whispered a reminder.

The female tutor continued writing, ignoring everything else.

Only after she finished writing down the names of the participants in the incident did she look up, glance at the worried-looking girl, and sigh:

"Miss Elena, I need to be alone with your Mr. Victor for a while. Please wait outside."

These words sounded casual, but when they reached Elena's ears, they immediately made her blush.

"oh."

She responded and stole a glance at Viktor, who was sitting opposite her mentor. Seeing him smiling at her, she felt a chill and quickly left the room for a private room.

Seeing the door close, the female tutor turned her gaze to the boy before her, a complex look flashing in her eyes:

"Elena should have already told you that I am your mentor."

"..."

Viktor nodded, his eyes calm, but a hint of wariness lingered in his heart.

The professor arrived right after that incident in the auditorium; it's hard not to suspect something fishy is going on.

"I'm sorry to meet you in this way, but I was originally planning to pick you up at the auditorium."

Seemingly sensing the boy's thoughts, the female instructor smiled and nodded, saying:

"Don't worry, now that I've become your mentor, I will be responsible for you to the end."

As she spoke, she picked up the scroll on the table and showed Viktor what she had written.

Viktor paused for a moment, but quickly focused his gaze on the scroll, carefully examining the ancient writing, and raised an eyebrow:

"Won't my advisor getting into trouble by writing this?"

The other party didn't write anything else on the scroll, just a few simple lines of ancient text:

To protect the other trainees, Viktor used the [Shield] spell to shield everyone. This act of bravery deserves praise.

"Well, that's pretty much the truth."

The female instructor's thin lips curved slightly as she stretched, appearing quite unpretentious.

"However, if you want to see this as a preferential treatment for good students, that's not impossible."

"..."

Viktor smiled, feeling a sense of relief.

Although the latter statement does sound more like the truth, it feels completely different when said in a half-joking tone.

At this point, he could conclude that his mentor was a good person, or at least not a bad one.

"Then I'll take it as a special treatment."

He shook his head slightly and leaned back naturally: "So, you called me here today not just to see me, your student, right?"

Elena had already told him last night that not all mentors in the academy have the same status, and the standards for accepting students are different for these mentors with special status.

For example, the person in front of us...

"Let me introduce myself. I am Lutia, the sixth adjudication instructor of the academy."

While secretly admiring Viktor's keen insight, the female mentor spoke in a gentle tone:

"Although I am ranked sixth, it does not mean that my strength is the worst. It just means that I have less power than the other five."

Being able to state one's name and explain one's position in the college can be considered quite honest.

However, is the reason for specifically explaining why I'm ranked last among the judges' mentors because I'm afraid of being looked down upon?

Viktor smiled silently, then thought of the other person's name.

Lutia?

This name sounds familiar.

"Excuse me, do you know Sister Silvermoon?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Lutia's expression stiffened, then she smiled faintly: "You'll find out about these things later."

She waved her hand, put away the scroll she had just written on, and then took out a black scroll.

As he unfolded the document, he casually said, "You're already at level 4, two levels ahead of most freshmen. For the next two weeks, help me with some tasks."

After she finished speaking, she handed the reel to Victor.

"..."

Victor took it and examined it carefully. He found that it contained a large number of magical materials, as well as some ordinary materials.

"So, does that mean I can start learning alchemy in two weeks?"

"Oh, do you really want to learn that?"

Lutia shook her head:

"However, we'll start by learning simple potions. Of course, if you can figure anything out during the collection process, I can also teach you some basic alchemy."

Viktor had no complaints about his mentor's words; on the contrary, he felt they were perfectly reasonable.

For a mage, learning spells is just one aspect of their training; the next level of training is potion making, and only then comes alchemy.

This is determined by the difficulty of alchemy; after all, creating eternally existing matter is close to challenging the inherent laws of the world.

"Any other questions?"

Seeing that Viktor showed a natural expression so quickly, the mentor knew that he had digested the information, so he asked casually.

Without waiting for a reply, she dropped a second message:

"Besides the potions we'll be learning later, there's one more thing you need to be aware of."

Upon hearing this, Viktor immediately looked away from the lists on the scroll and returned his gaze to his mentor.

If Lutia's previous words were a self-introduction and a plan for her training, then what followed was probably the most important thing.

And the result was as expected.

"Two weeks later, the academy competition will begin as scheduled. As a student of the judge mentor, you will not only have to compete against the freshmen, but also against the students who enrolled last year."

As she said this, Lutia smiled, seemingly unaware that her words were anything strange.

It is said that a great teacher produces outstanding students, but this outstanding student has only been enrolled for one day. Even if he practices diligently for half a month, how can he compete with those who have been practicing for a year or even longer?

"What will happen to me if I lose?"

"I won't go into detail about reputation, but the resources allocated to you will definitely decrease, and you might even be expelled from the academy."

After they finished speaking, Viktor stared at his mentor's sincere face and then fell silent.

He turned his head to one side, looking at the blue sky outside the window, only to find it full of dark clouds.

The college competition should be a regular final, but such an ordinary competition can determine a student's future.

The rigor of Silvermoon Academy is evident.

"I see."

Viktor nodded slowly, a glimmer of light appearing in his usually calm eyes.

He then packed up the black scroll and walked outside, leaving a message as he went:

"I will fight to the very end."

The door was not closed.

Lutia watched the boy's retreating figure silently, a hint of regret welling up in her eyes:

"I'm sorry, Victor."

After speaking, she leaned back in her chair, somewhat exhausted, her thin lips parting slightly as she uttered a few words:

"Only in this way can you prove your strength. Of course, I will also do my best to help you."