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

"Elar," a deep, aged voice rang out, "Don't be foolish."

An elderly elf with deep wrinkles around his eyes appeared at the entrance, accompanied by Leodan.

"Chieftain!" Elar abandoned its arrogant attitude: "I'll go out now."

It beckoned to the few elven women it had brought in, signaling them to leave quickly.

In the end, only the elven elder, Leodan, and Mia remained in the room.

"Hello, my name is Sodrion." The elder elf was very polite and appeared refined.

Sodrion's skin resembled the texture of trees, with twisted silver-red veins, and his skin was also waxy white.

His blood-red eyes were deep and profound, as if they held the weight of time.

Feeling very uncomfortable being stared at by those eyes, Lorne still maintained basic politeness: "Hello, my name is Lorne."

"Lorne," Sodrion said, his voice carrying an air of authority, "what brings you into this folded space?"

The tone was flat, yet it carried a questioning quality.

"Mr. Sodrion," Lorne said sincerely, "no offense intended, I was teleported here unintentionally."

Lorne did have a purpose, but he genuinely had no intention of intruding.

"If I had a purpose, why would I have chosen to enter here alone without any preparation?"

Lorne reached into his empty pockets and tugged at his ripped clothes.

Being poor has its advantages; if you have a few runes in your pocket, these guys will treat you like an enemy.

“This human wasn’t lying,” Leodan whispered to Sodrion. “He has nothing on him.”

"Well, there's only one ripped piece of clothing," Leodan added.

Lorne: "......", that hurts.

"But..." Sodrion's eyes flickered: "The clothes you're wearing seem to be a wizard's robe, issued by the Black Sun Tower."

Lorne's breath hitched.

How can this be explained?

No, who else could be entering the resource zone besides the wizards from the Black Tower?

"I only joined the Black Sun Tower to save my life; I haven't become a wizard apprentice yet," Lorne said honestly.

But words clearly failed to convince Sodrion, who gently pressed Lorne's head down: "Please allow me to verify this."

Lorne was just about to turn the tables.

Suddenly, a powerful mental force swept over, and Lorne's meager mental strength was completely unable to resist it.

It lasted only a moment.

"Even his spiritual sea hasn't been opened..." Sodrion seemed to believe Lorne's explanation.

What happened?

For a brief moment, Lorne felt his thoughts freeze, and all his ideas were forced to stop.

Without activating their mental sea, they had no ability to resist Sodrion's mental invasion.

Lorne was certain that Sodrion was a wizard, and he exuded a strong aura of authority.

"Although what you say is true," Sodrion said apologetically, "we cannot let you leave."

"I know," Lorne said, indicating his understanding.

Allowing an unknown human to leave is too risky, as it would expose the coordinates of this folded space.

Soderion's concerns were not unfounded.

"Until we come up with a solution, you'll have to stay here."

Sodrion was somewhat hesitant about what to do with Lorne and needed to discuss it further.

This race of elves is quite easy to approach...

Lorne felt a sense of relief. Lady Elena's description was a bit intimidating; he had initially thought he was in deep trouble.

Compared to the old man in black robes, the Black Tower survival, the elemental riots, and the wizard's artifacts, Lorne actually found staying in this wooden cage quite nice.

"Gurgle—" its stomach made a disapproving growl.

Lorne was a little embarrassed.

It's early morning outside. He must have been exhausted and slept all night after being caught.

If you do the math, he hasn't eaten for almost a day.

He only ate a few biscuits that Lauren had given him before entering the fire elemental zone.

"Mia..." Sodrion looked tenderly at the little one at his feet.

"Grandpa Chief?" Mia looked up with her innocent eyes in confusion.

"Go and prepare some food for Lorne, okay?" Sodrion gently stroked Mia's silver hair.

"Great! I'm really good at this!" Mia exclaimed excitedly, skipping and hopping as she ran outside.

After giving Mia her instructions, it maintained its majesty and ordered Leodan, "Leodan, remember to disperse the tribespeople who are watching outside."

Having done all this, Sodrion prepared to leave.

"Yes, sir!" Leodan stood ready. "Chieftain, take care!"

"Wait a moment, Mr. Sodrion," Lorne called out to the elven chieftain.

It stopped its leisurely pace and turned around to look at it.

Lorne hesitated before speaking, "I wonder if your place has anything suitable for me to learn cultivation..."

Being locked in a cage, there would be plenty of time, and Pharon had forgotten much of what he had been meditating on.

So he wanted to ask Sodrion for a book about wizards, even something as simple as "Basic Herb Identification" or "Basic Runebook."

Lorne believed that the elven chieftain Sodrion must have these basic books on hand.

However, he was very embarrassed.

Living in someone else's house, eating their food, and using their things?

Sodrion clearly understood what Lorne meant and smiled slightly: "I'll have someone send it over in a bit."

What a...good guy! Lorne felt pleased, even though he was now a prisoner.

"Don't gather here!" After Sodrion left, Leodan went outside to disperse the elves who were watching the commotion.

Lorne lay on the haystack, watching the commotion outside and lost in thought.

Lorne did not sense any "evil" from the Kenlar elves, whether in contact or conversation.

It is completely different from what Mrs. Elena described.

However, their appearance is far different from that of ordinary elves; they are quite ugly.

Unlike ordinary elves, they are not elegant and beautiful, and their figures are generally slender and tall.

It not only has elves with robust builds like Eral, but also terrifying beings with deformed and bloated bodies.

Lorne could see several people outside through the wooden fence.

This aligns with what Lady Elena said; they were clearly under a Bloodborne curse.

But if they are not evil by nature, how could they anger the true spirit and be punished?

Could it be that the ancestors were evil, and the descendants reformed after being cursed?

Lorne's mind wandered, and he felt that something was wrong, something strange.

"Let's not think about that now..." Lorne cleared his mind and returned to the present moment.

The most important thing right now is to get the Tear of the Elf and complete Lady Elena's request.

With the Spirit Amplification Potion, he could accelerate his journey to becoming a wizard apprentice... Lorne pondered his plan.

However, it was interrupted shortly afterward.

Sodrion did not keep Lorne waiting any longer.

An elf who looked like a servant came to the wooden cage carrying a book.

"Sir, here's what you need." It left after handing the books to Lorne.

Lorne stood up, took the book, and glanced at the cover.

I was immediately overwhelmed.

Elven script...

He won't!