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

"Won't you stay a little longer?" Theodore was still thinking about catching up properly, and he had a lot to say to Lorne.

How did Katarina notice me? How did I break through from the level of a wizard apprentice? How did I hone my spell control...?

However, Lorne had no such intention.

I came to check on him and let him know I was alright so Theodore wouldn't worry.

Seeing that he was doing "well," Lorne felt relieved; there would be plenty of time for casual conversation later.

I still have a lot of important things to do.

"It's not like we'll never see each other again." Lorne patted Theodore on the shoulder.

Theodore's dejection was hard to conceal, and the joy of reuniting with Lorne had faded somewhat.

"Don't forget our agreement." Lorne raised his fist. "I need to find a way to build up my strength over the next few days."

I can't fall far behind. That brat has already become a wizard apprentice. I have to speed things up.

"Hmm." Theodore dejectedly extended his fist and gently touched it.

Dante keenly picked up on the phrase "accumulating strength," and asked, "Is Lord Lorne about to break through to become a formal wizard?"

"It's a breakthrough to become a wizard apprentice," Lorne corrected again. "Don't call me sir. I'm just like you, a mortal."

"Huh?" Lily's mouth gaped open, finding it hard to accept the information.

She stared at Lorne in disbelief.

Lorne's robes, his demeanor, and his composure in the face of Lenorford—his confidence was completely unlike that of an ordinary person.

By all accounts, he seems to have absolute confidence in his own abilities and has a powerful background.

Who would have thought that he wasn't even a wizard apprentice?

"Then how dare you provoke Lord Lenorford?" Dante's reaction was different from Lily's; it was more like resentment after being deceived.

His blunt question displeased Theodore.

Theodore demanded sharply, "Dant, how dare you speak to me like that?"

"I'm sorry, Lord Theodore." Dante patted his mouth, but didn't seem to feel guilty.

After a long pause, he added, "And... Lorne."

Lorne didn't bother with him; he wasn't her friend. After a brief goodbye to Lily, she walked away.

"Lorne, good luck!" Theodore shouted from a distance.

Lorne turned and waved before walking away.

Theodore didn't look away until the figure had completely disappeared from sight.

"Okay, let's keep practicing spells." He mustered his energy and cheered himself on.

Dante remained where he was, gazing in the direction Lorne had gone, his eyes filled with melancholy.

"Let's go, Dante."

He only snapped out of his daze when Lily called out to him: "Oh... okay."

...

After leaving Theodore's residential area, Lorne hurried to the market before sunset.

While purchasing some necessities, look for a breathing method.

Rudolf's breathing technique, which he did not choose to keep for himself, is now buried in the ground.

With the high-grade magic crystal given by Theodore, earning more magic crystals is no longer the top priority; rune crafting can wait...

I rushed as fast as I could and finally arrived at the market entrance just before closing time.

The market was in its evening rush hour, with crowds of people blocking the view and making it impossible to see the specific conditions of the stalls.

Not to mention finding what you want.

"My lord, please give me something..."

Lorne was unfortunately harassed by a beggar guarding the market entrance. The beggar's robes were tattered and reeked of foul odors.

After several attempts to refuse, the other party persisted: "Sir, just give me a low-grade magic crystal."

"Get lost!" Lorne said impatiently, giving him a light kick.

The other party then scrambled away, searching for their next target.

There's not much to say to this kind of person; showing kindness will only embolden them.

An idea suddenly popped into my head.

Lorne straightened his collar, took out the moonlight pouch from his arms and hung it on his waist, then put his hands behind his back and swaggered into the crowd.

The dense crowd in front of the stall dispersed with Lorne's arrival, heading in different directions.

When you're out and about, your identity is something you give yourself; an expensive outfit is enough to keep strangers at bay.

With a magical artifact hanging from his waist, wearing brocade robes, and possessing an aloof demeanor, anyone with eyes could tell to keep their distance.

As he strolled around, Lorne's gaze suddenly lingered on a particular stall.

There weren't many people at this stall, and it sold a variety of things, most of which had nothing to do with wizardry.

The market for wizard apprentices sells unrelated items, so naturally no one visits.

A middle-aged man, around forty years old, sat in front of the stall. He seemed to know that no one was interested in these things, so he gave up the desire to actively solicit customers.

Several pamphlets and armor of different parts, as well as other items related to knights, were displayed on the stall.

In the Black Tower, where the focus is on wizard training, naturally no one needs these things.

But for Lorne right now, it is a necessity.

He walked up calmly, his gaze landing on one of the books on knightly breathing techniques. He casually picked it up and asked the man, "What's the price?"

The stall owner was stunned for a moment, and after noticing Lorne's attire, the shock in his eyes became even more undisguised.

"Five...five medium-grade magic crystals," he said tentatively, gesturing with his fingers.

Five medium-grade magic crystals?

Lorne silently put down the booklet in his hand, picked up another one, and asked about the price again.

"This... seven medium-grade magic crystals." The middle-aged man watched Lorne's expression with some nervousness. "This Knight's Breathing Technique... is even more powerful."

Seven dollars? Does he really think he's some kind of scoundrel?

Do you have any breathing techniques related to the fire element? I need the most effective ones.

Lorne simply stated his needs directly.

The main reason for choosing a breathing technique related to fire is because of [Boiling Blood].

The [Boiling Blood] physique is derived from using fire elemental techniques to perform breathing exercises.

Since the goal is to combine breathing techniques and knightly breathing methods, focusing on the fire element is undoubtedly the best choice.

The middle-aged man pulled a booklet from under his stall and handed it to Lorne: "This is my most treasured knight's breathing technique."

Lorne took it, opened the yellowed cover, and saw five large characters on the first page: 'Ember Flame Breathing Technique'

The name itself sounds incredibly domineering...

Lorne nodded, quite satisfied: "How much is this?"

"Ten medium-grade magic crystals." The middle-aged man held up ten fingers, then, feeling it was inappropriate, changed his words to "one high-grade magic crystal."

Does it make a difference? You've got a good idea of ​​how much money I have, haven't you...? Lorne frowned slightly; this price was still too high.

Do I look like a sucker?

He replied without hesitation, with an unquestionable tone: "Five medium-grade magic crystals."

This price is only enough to buy five fairly common spirit-boosting potions, which isn't very high.

Just as Lorne was preparing to haggle with the stall owner, the middle-aged man suddenly stood up and pushed the Ember Flame Breathing Technique outwards:

"It's yours now."

Lorne remained silent for a moment, then took out a high-grade magic crystal to pay.

I feel like I've been ripped off...

In the end, the stall owner didn't even have any magic crystals to give as change, so he had to exchange them with a stall next door.

After stuffing the Flame Breathing Technique and five medium-sized magic crystals into the Moonlight Bag, Lorne began to feel sorry for them.

I should have quoted a lower number...