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

Although Leonard is a Level 3 Apprentice, his considerable strength is enough to handle the more difficult drafts.

However, he was unwilling to take any risks and just wanted to get through the conscription safely and then become the local bigwig in the apprentice district.

Staying in a comfort zone for too long can make anyone complacent and unwilling to strive for improvement.

Julian watched as Leonard finished browsing through the parchment and put it away, looking hesitant to speak, and felt quite helpless about it.

"What trouble have you gotten into this time? Since you're already here, I'll take care of it for you." Knowing his younger brother perfectly well, how could he not understand?

"It's nothing serious." Leonard's eyes darted around, his face sinister. "Brother, do you remember the phosphorescent beetles last time..."

"Lynerford!" Before he could finish speaking, Julian interrupted him with an angry shout.

The apprentices around, drawn by the commotion, all turned to look.

After leading Lenorford to an open space and erecting a protective shield to block out mental perception, Julian poked his younger brother's nose with his finger.

"Haven't I warned you time and again not to cause them any more trouble? That apprentice is very likely to become Katarina's disciple."

"Do you know what that means?!"

“I know.” Leonard brushed Julian’s fingers away. “But according to reliable sources, Theodore is currently busy with his assessment, and the other guy is only a first-level apprentice, yet he participated in the recruitment all by himself.”

"Lorne, his only connection in the Black Sun Tower is Theodore; he has no real background."

Lenorford coaxed, "Brother, this is a golden opportunity! If the matter of the Phosphorescent Beetles is exposed..."

"Ha!" Julian sneered, shoving Lenorford aside. "Don't drag me into this. The Phosphorus Beetle incident has nothing to do with me!"

Julian hadn't taken Leonardo seriously when he claimed he was going to deal with a second-level apprentice a long time ago.

Just like before, it was an immature act made out of pride, and a psychological imbalance caused by seeing other apprentices making rapid progress.

It wasn't until later that he helped Lenorford categorize the phosphorescent beetle incident as miscellaneous.

Ideally, an attack in the apprentice area would have a very significant impact, and other supervisors, besides the one involved, could also investigate if they were interested.

However, the phosphorescent beetle attack, which should have been a priority, was relegated to miscellaneous tasks by Julian, who abused his position, causing it to be ignored for a long time.

Furthermore, since the regulators involved had no intention of investigating and there were almost no clues at the scene, the matter was left unresolved.

Julian was curious about who had led Leonard to choose to take action in the apprentice area, so he launched an investigation afterward.

It was then discovered that one of the apprentices in the incident had gone from an ordinary person to a third-level apprentice in less than a month.

If it's achieved through resource accumulation, that's not a big deal, because using mental enhancement potions or the like to forcibly raise one's level would greatly increase the difficulty of breaking through to become a formal wizard.

If one relies on this method to break through from level one to level three, it will take several years to remove impurities, and there is almost no chance of transforming into a formal wizard.

But the other party happens to be a genius, and it seems that Lady Katarina has even provided assistance to this third-level apprentice.

Upon hearing this news, Julian nearly fainted on the spot and went to Leonard to give him a long and detailed warning.

The phosphorescent beetle attack was so well-hidden that it was almost impossible for them to find out, but you should never be so reckless as to provoke those two again.

Julian originally wanted to arrange a long-term commission for Leonard to lay low outside the Black Tower, but unexpectedly, he was drafted and had to give up the idea.

Now, out of nowhere, Leonard learned through some means that one of them was alone, and that the third-level apprentice was busy with his assessment, so he started to have designs on him again.

Even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance of provoking a disciple of the Enforcer, Julian wouldn't dare take that risk.

"Go and complete the conscription safely, then lay low for a while, or better yet, hide away."

Julian warned Leonard to abandon any thoughts of revenge, as there was no deep-seated hatred between them, and the other party would not find out that he was responsible for the phosphorescent beetle incident.

If it loses its focus for a period of time, it will eventually be forgotten.

At that time, Theodore, now a student of Katarina, would hardly have spent time investigating the attack.

"If you don't know what's good for you, I won't be able to protect you then!" Julian left these words fiercely, then tossed his long hair and walked away.

"Understood." Leonard replied, head bowed, a flicker of resentment in his eyes...

...

Apprentice area, rent stables.

The thatched hut has several fences inside that divide the interior space into square sections.

The horses kept there were the preferred mode of transport for most apprentices to travel long distances, and were relatively inexpensive.

A strange smell filled the air, accompanied by the sounds of horses.

The owner of the stable was a middle-aged man with a large belly.

His hair was sparse, and he often wore an overly bright smile, but the muscles around his eyes didn't move, giving the impression of a forced smile.

A smile is as precise as a switch, coming and going quickly.

"This way, sir." At that moment, he was receiving an unusual guest.

An elderly man with a wrinkled face, leaning on a cane with a snake's head.

"Let's go to the room next door. It's a bit shabby, please forgive us." The stable owner led the old man to a small house next to the stable.

Upon entering, we were shown to our seats, and they pulled out several packets of tea that they were reluctant to open, still going through the motions of polite formalities.

"Let's get straight to the point." The older man clearly didn't have that much patience.

"I heard you have clues about my son's disappearance?" The old man's wrinkled face was both dignified and weary.

His magnificent attire exuded nobility, and his long hair was still jet black, though his temples were already gray. His anxious questioning looked like that of a loving father.

It was Count Reynolds.

Several dozen days have passed since the last meeting in the reception hall, and the regulators, who vowed to investigate thoroughly, have made no progress to date.

Although his manor's influence in the Kingdom of Seville was not very large, and could even be described as weak, he was still a count.

The Black Tower Wizard's repeated negligence greatly displeased Count Reno.

During these days, every time I send an attendant to inquire about the situation, the reply is always just three words: "Under investigation."

If they were really investigating, how could so much time have passed without any news, not even a little bit?

As the lord of the manor, Earl Reno was well aware of the wizards' perfunctory attitude; without the drive of profit, they would not have spent the time to investigate.