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

Lorne suddenly felt that Theodore was completely unfamiliar, and the face that had broken down and cried in the forest gradually overlapped with the curly-haired boy in front of him.

In just half a month, he became a respected wizard apprentice and made new friends.

Pretty good... Lorne was genuinely happy for this curly-haired kid.

"Lorne!" Theodore cried with joy, rushing over to hug Lorne tightly. "Where did you go for the past two weeks?"

His tone was both reproachful and concerned.

Lorne was so tightly bound that he couldn't make a sound, but a faint smile played on his lips.

Is he still that same crybaby with curly hair? Maybe I'm just too sentimental...

"Don't get your snot on me." Lorne pushed away Theodore, who was crying.

"Lord Theodore." Lily, standing beside him, brushed a stray hair from her forehead and greeted him.

Theodore, who was immersed in the joy of reuniting with Lorne, ignored her.

Instead, he pulled Lorne towards the training ground, his face beaming with pride: "Lorne, I've become a wizard apprentice!"

"Something to be happy about." Lorne had just witnessed the arcane impact he had unleashed.

Its power is indeed very strong, enough to be equivalent to a strike from my normal state when I unleash the power of the Double Strike.

It has a considerable casting animation and produces a huge noise and shockwave, making it impossible to hide.

In comparison, Lauren's Arcane Missiles seemed more like an upgraded version of Arcane Blast?

"Lorne, let me demonstrate for you." Theodore couldn't wait to show Lorne the results of his learning over the past few days.

Lily and the boy in civilian clothes from the original training ground stood quietly to the side, their eyes fixed on Theodore.

"Ice Arrow!"

Ice-blue spell patterns wrapped around Theodore's fingers, and chills gathered at his fingertips.

Pointing together.

A foot-long, crystal-clear icy arrow shot out with lightning speed.

It left a cold white trail and struck the scarecrow's head squarely in the distance.

"Lord Theodore's control over the Ice Arrow spell has become increasingly precise, and the casting process has been compressed to the point of a single finger."

The boy in casual clothes was quite amazed.

The reason is that casting Ice Arrow is not as easy as it looks.

The first step is to absorb and condense energy. This requires sensing the water and cold elements in the surrounding environment and using your fingers to make shaping motions, condensing the energy into the shape of an arrow.

Secondly, ice arrows are extremely unstable and can easily melt or disintegrate, let alone accurately hit the target.

Lorne, however, couldn't see the point and casually praised, "Not bad."

Theodore scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"By the way, Lorne, where have you been all these days?" As his excitement subsided, he realized that Lorne hadn't answered his question yet.

Lorne sat down at the edge of the training ground and watched several wizard apprentices practice spells next to him.

"I'm going to the market to take on commissions and earn magic crystals."

It has to be said that money is an unavoidable issue no matter where you are.

After working for more than half a month, Lorne still doesn't have a single magic crystal, not even a low-grade one.

"A magic crystal?" Theodore showed off the ring on his finger, and with a thought, took out a bright, transparent stone.

"for you."

Lorne: "???"

Have I missed out on a lot in the past two weeks...?

How did Theodore suddenly become a wizard apprentice and a millionaire?

The storage artifact worn on the finger alone looks a level above the Moonlight Bag.

"How did you get these...?" Lorne swallowed hard, his hands trembling as he accepted the high-grade magic crystals.

Is this what it feels like to be carried by your brothers?

Theodore glanced around warily and waved for Lily and the boy in plain clothes to move away.

Then he explained, "These were all given to me by Lady Katarina; she recognized my talent."

"Lady Katarina?" Lorne had no idea who she was and how Theodore had gotten involved with her.

"You know Lady Katarina too?" Theodore blinked his innocent eyes repeatedly.

Lorne was even more confused.

"Me? I know you?"

"Yes." Theodore whispered in Lorne's ear, "Do you remember the white-robed witch who brought us to the Black Sun Tower?"

Lorne shuddered.

How could it be her!

"Lady Katarina is a formal wizard in the Black Tower, and her position seems to be quite high," Theodore said with a look of reverence. "She's been very kind to me."

Lorne smiled throughout.

What is this?

They risk their lives outside, only to worry about a few magic crystals, fretting over this and that.

Does Theodore have nothing to worry about once he latches onto a wizard?

How can the differences between people be so vast...?

"Lorne, Lorne," Theodore asked, looking puzzled. "What's wrong?"

"Let me have some peace and quiet..." Lorne thought he might as well just smash his head against a wall and die.

What's the point of living?

"I'm currently only a first-level wizard apprentice, and I'm still a long way from becoming a full-fledged wizard." Theodore also had his worries.

"A first-level wizard apprentice?" This piqued Lorne's interest. "Apprentices are divided into levels?"

"Yes, the vastness of the mental sea determines one's talent and potential, while the strength of mental power determines one's level of strength: Level 1 Wizard Apprentice, Level 2, and Level 3."

Consider Lauren's Arcane Missiles and Fireball, and compare them to Theodore's Arcane Blast and Ice Arrow.

Lorne suddenly realized.

Arcane Missiles is truly an advanced version of Arcane Blast; in every aspect, Arcane Missiles is superior.

At first, Lorne thought it was because the two had different magical abilities, but he didn't expect it was because of the difference in their strength.

"Lorne, you look incredibly dignified right now." It was only now that Theodore belatedly noticed Lorne's outfit.

The cuffs were embroidered with silver threads, and the large area of ​​intricate embroidery, combined with Lorne's indifferent expression, conveyed an invisible pressure.

Clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse.

However, Lorne looked down at Tossordion's fortune... and decided to exchange for a set later.

Anyway, I have money now, and if I flaunt it too much, people will take notice of me, and I don't have any connections.

Theodore's path to becoming a wizard apprentice needs to be put on the agenda. Fortunately, he has Katarina's help, so even if he fails to become an apprentice within two months, he will not end up as a formal wizard experiment subject.

"By the way, Theodore." Thinking of this, Lorne became curious about Theodore's mental aptitude: "What level is your mental sea?"

Since he had not yet opened his spiritual sea, Lorne's understanding of this aspect was not deep, including how to define the degree of breadth.

"It's the ocean," Theodore said, stroking his chin. "Most people are only about the size of a lake."

Lorne was starting to wonder about his own mental aptitude. Surely it couldn't be too bad, right? After all, Theodore was top-tier.

"Lorne, let me introduce you to my two new friends." Theodore stood up and waved to Lily and the boy in casual clothes.

Just as I was about to take a step forward, a sharp whooshing sound came from the air.

A bright white sphere of light flew towards Theodore's next location...