Clinging to the Witcher world to become a god of martial arts

A faint glow emanated from the brown paper, carrying an unknown power.

The big man didn't even look at what was written on it before pressing his palm down on it.

With a "whoosh," a pale white flame lit up in the lower right corner of the contract, leaping onto the paper.

The nobleman paused for a moment, then leaned closer: "Okay, but I need to confirm the contents first."

After saying that, he began to examine the contents of the soul contract.

Lorne went over to check as well, but it was still necessary to be cautious.

The main point is that the secrets spoken by Mrs. Elena must not be revealed by any means or in any way.

There is also a seal in the lower left corner, shimmering with a pale golden light.

The seal is marked with the words "True Spirit - Enderik".

So this is the means to attract the attention of the true spirit... a seal?

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with the contents, Lorne placed his palm on it as well.

Lorne's consciousness briefly lapsed the moment his fingers touched the paper.

The soul contract greedily absorbed his spiritual power, and Lorne felt as if he had entered another world.

A sacred hall, four towering white pillars piercing the clouds, a figure in a white robe shimmering with gold, formed from a ball of light... a humanoid form?

He gently lowered his gaze.

Lorne woke up with a start, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, accompanied by a splitting headache.

The strength of my mental energy is still too low...

Soon, another pale flame lit up on that soul scroll.

A strange feeling, as if he could sense it from the depths of his being... Lorne knew this was the result of the completion of the soul contract.

Three more flames lit up on the soul scroll in turn.

From this point on, everyone's soul imprint has been left, and the soul contract has been signed.

"That's enough." Lady Elena tucked the scroll into her bosom. "What I need is called 'Tears of the Elves.'"

"Tears of the elves?" the burly man asked first. "Tears shed by elves?"

Lorne couldn't help but worry about the big man's intelligence. There were many elves in the apprentice market. If it were really that simple, would he need to go deep into the resource area?

"It seems..." the nobleman looked at Lady Elena, "You're also an elf, aren't you?"

An elf? Lorne scrutinized Lady Elena, clearly unaware of this.

Her face was covered by a veil, and she wore sleeves, her whole body completely wrapped up.

Only a pair of pointed ears were visible.

But judging from her alluring figure and captivating eyes, she was clearly a beauty in the making.

"Yes," Lady Elena admitted, "I am indeed an elf."

"As for the Tears of the Elves... I wonder if any of you have ever heard of the Bloodborne curse?" she asked the group.

"The Bloodborne Curse?" The round-faced apprentice adjusted his glasses. "Was it cast through a special ritual?"

"No," Lady Elena sighed, "it was sent down by a true spirit."

The air froze instantly.

People were terrified of the so-called true spirit.

What Lorne saw in their expressions was not surprise, but fear and reverence.

Did the true spirit personally unleash the blood curse? He gained a certain understanding of this so-called superior being.

"It's a group curse, against a few elves who have committed wrongdoings," Lady Elena explained.

Curses are divided into two types: individual curses and group curses.

Individual curses are easy to understand, as they target only a specific object, while group curses have a much wider scope.

It can affect multiple targets simultaneously; whether it's a family based on bloodline or a city based on region, both can be targets to which a group curse can be applied.

Its persistence is long, and it may even undergo secondary mutations and infections.

"But what does this have to do with the Tears of the Elves?" the woman in the leather jacket asked, voicing the question that had been on everyone's mind.

Yes, what's the connection between Bloodborne and Elven Tears?

The two names are completely unrelated.

"Let me tell you the story slowly," Mrs. Elena explained patiently.

"Long ago, there was a special race among the elves called the Kenlar race."

"They are evil by nature and have an extremely special talent: they can clearly see the trajectory of the flow of magic."

"This means that any elf of this race can become an excellent wizard."

"But their good fortune didn't last long, because of their evil nature, they would stop at nothing to achieve their goals."

"In the end, she angered the higher beings." Lady Elena paused, as if lost in reminiscence.

Lorne listened with great interest, treating it as a story.

He didn't quite believe in the term "inherently evil."

No one is born bad. According to this logic, people who should be drinking milk should be committing crimes. Who would believe that?

"Does that mean we have to go to the resource area to find this race of elves?" The big man's mind worked up for once, which was rare for him.

Hmm...everyone agreed that the Elf's Tear was most likely related to this race.

"Yes." Lady Elena nodded and continued, "Then a higher being cast a blood curse upon this race."

"Both innate talent and curses...doesn't that make it the kind of material wizards love to study?" Lorne asked tentatively.

"Wouldn't those wizards at the Black Tower capture a few to study?"

Lady Elena paused for a moment before replying, "That's why it's now very difficult to find any trace of this race in the Black Tower."

This means that this race is relatively rare in places where wizards gather... Lorne pondered, and some of his doubts were resolved.

No wonder they went to such great lengths to send goblins to the apprentice market to recruit them, and then there was the soul contract.

It turns out they were trying to steal prey from the Black Tower's group of official wizards.

"Then how do we obtain the Tears of the Elves?" the round-faced apprentice asked, puzzled.

Once you find this race, how do you obtain Elf Tears from them?

"Are the tears shed by the elves of this race truly elven tears?" the round-faced apprentice continued to ask.

"No," Lady Elena shook her head in denial. "Finding the elves of this race is only the first step."

"Then, they are made to experience pain or regret, and the tears shed in their emotional breakdown are the tears of the elves."

Lady Elena added, "No sympathy needed; each of them is a heinous criminal."

Lorne frowned.

The task is not simple; finding the hidden elves in the vast resource area is already quite difficult.

What's more, you have to make them emotionally break down and shed tears.

Those hunted by wizards may have lost all trust in humans; even simply approaching them could be a problem...

"Are there any hints? We can't just wander aimlessly in the resource area." The nobleman also felt that the bounty was a bit difficult to answer.

"Wait a moment." Mrs. Elena walked to the shelf next to her and began to rummage through it.

Bang! She accidentally knocked over a small box, which fell to the ground and its contents spilled out.

"Are you alright?" The round-faced apprentice asked with concern.

"No...it's nothing." Mrs. Elena quickly tidied up the items.

What is this? Lorne looked at the blue transparent film that fell out of the box with some confusion.

It is extremely similar to the so-called "colored contact lenses" from my previous life.