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

Random teleportation array?

The reason I was teleported here seems to be due to the random teleportation array in the underground cavern.

Lorne was extremely unwilling.

On the one hand, there is a lack of understanding of the resource area, and on the other hand, there is a possibility that the luck will not be so good next time.

"As for other methods," Sodrion could see Lorne's concerns, but he was also helpless: "We've considered other methods, but none of them are suitable."

Lorne pondered deeply: "What about a fixed-point teleportation array?"

Since random teleportation arrays exist, it shouldn't be difficult to create arrays with fixed starting and ending points.

"Place-to-place teleportation requires constructing the same magic circle at the destination," Sodrion explained. "I can't do that."

There are only two choices before you: either have your memories of entering this folded space erased and leave, or be randomly teleported out.

Sodrion, thinking Lorne would choose the first option to be on the safe side, reassured him:

"Don't worry, after I send you away, I'll only delete the footage of where you left from."

"I choose the second option!" Lorne declared resolutely.

"Hmm?" This surprised Sodrion somewhat. "Okay."

Lorne was on the verge of tears; he also wanted to choose the first option.

However, he still has memories and a control panel from his previous life in his mind.

Sodrion now sees itself as an ignorant human who has simply stumbled upon this place by accident, and who knows what might happen if it sees some of the memories.

Although he didn't know if erasing memories would allow him to see past fragments, Lorne dared not take that risk.

"I'll go set up the teleportation array." Lorne had already made his choice, and Sodrion wasn't going to say anything more.

He took a stack of parchment from his pocket: "These are the methods for drawing some runes; you should find them useful."

Lorne was overjoyed and quickly took it.

I've already gotten the basics of runeology, but without reference books, it's incredibly difficult to learn how to draw patterns and which runes to create.

It's quite remarkable that some human rune-drawing methods have been preserved in elven settlements.

These estimates were all that Sodrion had on hand... Lorne quickly glanced through them.

"Barring any unforeseen circumstances, you will be able to leave tomorrow." After handing the parchment to Lorne, Sodrion gave these words and left.

Leodan had intended to take Mia with him, but in the end he reluctantly withdrew his hand, leaving only his back view.

Anyway, this human is leaving tomorrow.

"Brother Lorne," Mia said, looking a little disappointed, "Will you come back someday?"

Barring any unforeseen circumstances...no.

Lorne thought to himself.

He only told Mia a story, and she already considered him a good friend... Lorne didn't want to hurt the little one's feelings.

So he reached through the wooden fence and ruffled its little head: "Of course, after all, Your Highness the Little Elf is here."

The little guy's dim eyes brightened considerably.

It hurriedly ran outside: "Brother Lorne, Mia went to get something for you to see."

After everyone was out of the room, Lorne put the parchment scrolls he had on his hands aside; there were about four or five of them.

He remembered Lady Elena's bounty: the Elf's Tear.

I'm leaving tomorrow, today is my last chance.

If they were teleported away, given the cautious nature of the Kenlar elves, it would be absolutely impossible for them to find them again.

I've already wasted a lot of time, and I won't get any magic crystals if I don't complete the task.

Advancing to the rank of wizard apprentice requires a large number of spirit-enhancing potions, which cost a lot of magic crystals to purchase.

Currently, the only person I'm really close to is... Mia.

Lorne cannot contact other Kenlar elves either.

This wooden cage can't hold him back. If he were to start with the little guy... Lorne stopped thinking about it.

He slapped himself hard.

I can make runes, why do I have to take this commission?

Lorne comforted himself, "I can exchange runes for magic crystals to buy spirit-enhancing potions."

But he knew very well that after being randomly teleported out, returning to the apprentice area to create and sell runes would be a long-term project.

It takes a long time and a long cycle; it's impossible to know how long it will take to accumulate enough magic crystals.

It would be more reassuring to carry a high-grade magic crystal in one's pocket.

The guides of the Black Tower only have two months to become wizard apprentices.

But conscience and reason led Lorne to abandon the idea of ​​obtaining the Tears of the Elves.

First be a human, then a wizard... he kept repeating to himself.

I hope my talent in runic arts will make the guide lenient and extend the deadline by a month or two.

Just as he was thinking this, Lorne saw outside that the little guy was carrying a large wooden board and running happily toward the wooden cage.

"Your Highness, what is this?" Lorne asked curiously, examining the wooden board in Mia's hand.

"Clang clang—" Mia held up the wooden board, spreading her hands to show it off.

On the top of the wooden board, three large characters were painted in green: "The Ideal State".

Lorne was stunned for a moment.

How could the little guy take a story he just made up on the spot so seriously?

The painting depicts an elderly elf, an elf couple, two elves, and a human boy.

They were all gathered around a halo above its head, a winged being... a true spirit?

In Mia's mind, the Lord who cherishes life and the King of the ideal kingdom must be an angel.

"Your Highness, you drew very well," Lorne praised sincerely.

He could roughly guess that the elven elder was Sodrion, the couple must be Mia's parents, and the human boy was himself.

One of the sprites is Mia, but Lorne doesn't recognize the other one next to her.

He had never seen it.

"Who is it?" Lorne asked, pointing to the little elf next to Mia in the painting.

"It is..." Mia stammered.

After calming herself down, Mia said somewhat forlornly, "It's Mia's friend."

"But it went to another world." The little guy's voice became hoarse, and his eyes were already filled with glistening tears.

Sigh... Lorne felt he shouldn't have asked so many questions, as it touched on Mia's painful memories.

Mia sobbed softly for a while, then suddenly said in a serious voice, "Brother Lorne, we are actually cursed elves."

Lorne lowered his head to avoid Mia's gaze; he had actually known about this for a long time.

I knew it the moment I saw Mia in the thatched bushes.

"Mia's friend was killed because of the curse..." The little guy recalled with a look of horror and lingering fear:

"Mia was playing with it when it suddenly screamed in pain."

"Then one bump after another appeared on my face..." Mia wiped away her tears and didn't continue.

Lorne fell silent.

Bloodborne was more terrifying than he had imagined.

In fact, he felt that no matter what heinous things the Kenlar tribe had done in the past, the children should always be innocent.

However, without knowing the full picture, I will not comment.

The true spirit cannot cast a curse without a reason.

He was already considered a superior being, so he shouldn't have much interest in the mortal world, let alone take his anger out on the entire elven race.