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

Lorne was a little overwhelmed as he flipped through the strange characters in the book.

Page after page of densely packed text, but he couldn't recognize a single word...

This feeling is like a blind person trying to read Braille.

Lorne put the book, whose contents he didn't know, aside and stopped paying attention to it.

Unable to understand the book and unable to improve his proficiency in the Three-Fold Strength Technique, Lorne could only think of the Black Sun Meditation Method.

The progress of the Black Sun Meditation method is stuck before the Black Sun appears.

A lot has happened recently, causing Lorne to forget some of the key points mentioned above.

But I'll give it a try first.

He sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and regulated his breathing.

Before the meditation could begin, a muffled thud came from the doorway:

"oops!"

Lorne opened his eyes.

Mia fell face-first to the ground, still holding a plate in her hand.

The plate contains square, brownish-yellow plant chunks that look a bit like potatoes, along with some small, bright red berries.

Some of it splashed onto the ground as Mia fell.

"Hehe." Mia got up somewhat comically, picked up the scattered tubers and fruits from the ground and put them back on the plate, then served it to Lorne.

Lorne remained silent for a while.

Fortunately, he wasn't picky. He was so hungry that his stomach was practically sticking to his back, so he grabbed a few pieces and stuffed them into his mouth.

"This is fried ley line potato." Mia stared intently at Lorne. "Is it good?"

It was all starch, and it didn't taste good; it was a bit astringent... Lorne found it hard to swallow.

But faced with Mia's expectant gaze, he still swallowed it with difficulty and praised, "It's delicious."

"I knew it!" The little girl jumped up happily. "Daddy's lying! He always says my cooking is awful!"

Lorne suddenly felt that Leodan was quite pitiful, so he casually picked up a fruit and put it in his mouth.

"That's... a sun fruit." Mia tried to stop her.

But Lorne had already bitten the fruit, and the scalding juice splashed into his mouth.

It's no different from pouring boiling water into your mouth.

"Pfft—" Lorne spat out the fried vegetable potato he was eating.

"I was just about to say that humans might not be used to eating this fruit...hehe." Mia scratched her cheek, a little embarrassed.

...Lorne remained silent for a while.

"Tell me earlier next time." Lorne avoided the sun fruit and only took the fried ley potato.

Mia watched him quietly as he chewed.

Feeling awkward being stared at, Lorne turned to the side.

Mia followed and climbed to the side.

Three question marks rose in Lorne's mind.

Fortunately, children's thoughts are written all over their faces. Looking at Mia's hesitant expression, Lorne knew that Mia had something to ask him.

"Do you...have anything you want to say...?" Lorne swallowed the bitter ley potato with difficulty.

Humans still find it difficult to adapt to the food that elves eat.

"Can you tell me a story about the true spirit?" Mia's clear eyes were full of expectation.

"True spirit?" Lorne was a little puzzled. Why would someone so young know about this?

He doesn't.

Regarding the True Spirit, Lorne currently only knows one title, which he learned from the goblins.

The embodiment of world justice, the high priest of the Royal Court of Order: the True Spirit - Enderic.

Sordrion must know a lot about this; he seems quite knowledgeable.

"Why don't you ask your clan chief grandfather?" Lorne asked casually.

Mia's face fell immediately: "Grandpa Chief didn't tell me."

"I overheard the adults talking, and they said that the spirits were all wizards, and that they were all human."

The little elf's thinking was simple: since Lorne was human, he must know a lot about the so-called true spirit.

Unfortunately, the original owner was just an ordinary person with limited social standing and limited cognitive abilities.

As for Lorne, who is a time traveler, he is still in the exploratory stage.

"Why do you insist on hearing stories from the spirits?"

Lorne had only just learned that only humans could become true spirits.

"I will defeat the evil spirit!" Mia raised her little fist, her face full of determination.

Lorne fell silent again, this time not because he was speechless.

He found it hard to imagine what could make a seven or eight-year-old elf say something like "defeat the true spirit."

Lady Elena's description led him to subconsciously believe that the True Spirit was on the side of justice, while the Kenlar elves... were evil.

However, good and evil are never determined by a few words.

At least so far, they haven't harmed themselves...

An idea quietly surfaced in his mind, and Lorne smiled as he took out the book that Sodrion had given him:

"My little elf, can you read the words above?"

Mia glanced around a few times: "Hmm, these are all basic Elven script."

"Okay." Lorne handed the book to Mia: "You translate the contents of this book for me, and I'll tell you a story about the true spirit."

"Okay! Okay!" Mia snatched the book away, afraid that Lorne would change his mind.

"Then you can translate the cover and the first page for me first." Lorne lay down. "I'll explain part of it to you later."

"Okay!" Mia stretched out her little hand.

The first rays of morning sunlight peeked in through the window, casting a long shadow of the little elf.

Mia held up the book with a silly grin.

Innocent and carefree.

Lorne watched the cheerful little guy through the wooden fence and started grinning like an idiot.

If it weren't for the Bloodborne curse, this little one would probably be a princess...

Although Mia's delicate, round face was covered with terrifying silver-red blood vessels, making her extremely ugly.

"This is the book of elven runes from the patriarch's room." Mia vaguely remembered the book.

Lorne reached his hand through the fence and flipped to the table of contents: "What are the contents on these two sides?"

It's obviously impossible to fully understand the entire book, and Mia also found translating it tiring.

Lorne decided to select some important content to study.

"It's so long!" the little guy complained.

"Would you like to hear more stories about the true spirit?" Lorne coaxed.

"Yes!" Mia was instantly filled with enthusiasm.

This is the prologue, it's irrelevant. Skip it! Skip it!

"This is a brief history of runic literature. Useless! Useless!"

"This section describes the shapes of the runes, and is about their identification and creation..."

"..."

The little guy is very quick-witted, and by skipping over things here and there, he quickly finished translating the table of contents.

After finishing the story, it immediately closed the book and stared longingly at Lorne.

"It's your turn" means that you've been turned in.

Lorne chuckled softly, then became serious:

"My little elf, before I tell you my story, I want to tell you that not all spirits are evil."

Mia's little mind raced, and she nodded as if she understood but not quite.

Lorne may not know the stories about the true spirits, but he can make them up on the spot!

"Long ago, there was a commoner in the lowest class of the kingdom."

"Although he came from a humble background, he held lofty ideals."

"In his ideal kingdom, wizards are no longer high above, and life is no longer something that can be trampled on at will."

"The world does not advocate the supremacy of truth, but the supremacy of human rights."

"There is no distinction between high and low, noble and lowly; from the moment of birth, all people are equal..."

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