Looking at his current attributes, Solam didn't know whether he should be happy or sad. What had Solam once been most proud of? Naturally, his extravagant equipment! When he had first made a name for himself, he had been clad in legendary armor and wielded a legendary warhammer. Even the richest second-generation heirs on the Faerun Continent couldn't compare to him. Then, through a series of adventures across the continent, Solam had collected quite a few more legendary items. But now? All he had left were the Spider Armor—which was the Spider Bracelet—and the damaged Angel King Armor. Everything else had turned to ashes...
Solam had always thought the Arcane Knight's spell-slot penalty was ridiculous. What was there to fear? As long as his equipment was good enough, he could have even more spell slots than an ordinary mage.
But once all the equipment that increased his spell slots had been destroyed, Solam was screwed.
How did that saying go again? When the tide receded, you could see who was naked on the beach.
Right now, Solam was the naked one. Looking at those pitiful spell slots, he couldn't even remember the last time he had been this strapped for resources. Fortunately, the series of legendary feats he had gained afterward made him feel a little better.
In particular, being able to learn legendary spells pleased Solam greatly. In his understanding, legendary spells were the very symbol of being badass. As long as he had spell slots in hand, wherever he went, he would be wined, dined, and treated with the utmost respect.
It wasn't that Solam cared about the food and drink. What he cared about was status—put bluntly, face! Solam was a simple man who cared about that sort of thing. Just imagining that wherever he went, people