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

Lorne maintained basic courtesy and shook hands with the other person gently.

"Lorne".

"Bold"

The two introduced themselves to each other.

"We can get to know each other, so we can look out for each other later," Burd said rationally. "Having one more person means having one more help."

His smile was gentle and warm, and about five or six apprentices kept getting closer.

Nearly half of the apprentices were gathered together by Burd.

A level two wizard apprentice still has some influence over a level one wizard.

"Yes," the girl with the ahoge (cowlick) nodded in agreement, mustering her courage to advise, "It's dangerous to be alone."

Lorne glanced indifferently at the group of people in front of him; the strongest among them was only level two, led by Burd.

I immediately lost interest.

Whenever Lorne mentions his team, he always thinks of Rudolf and his group, who were willing to help him to some extent in the beginning.

When faced with danger, they are completely unreliable, but when there is profit to be made, they become willing to abandon everything.

What is the significance of this kind of team?

"Sorry, I'm not interested." Lorne succinctly declined Burd's invitation, broke away from the crowd, and walked to the other side of the shuttle.

Burd's smile froze for a moment, then returned to normal, and he chatted with the apprentices behind him with a cheerful smile.

Many of the apprentices condemned Lorne's retreating figure:

"What an arrogant and conceited fellow!"

"Level 1 apprentice? Don't be begging to join us later."

"Unappreciative..."

"..."

Seeing everyone criticizing Lorne, Penny's expression turned somewhat unpleasant. She explained to the crowd, "These are all personal choices."

If someone is unwilling, it might be because they are a bit withdrawn, and since it's not a mandatory request, they have the right to refuse.

For once, a rare hint of gloom crossed Burd's face, but he quickly regained his gentlemanly demeanor.

Just as the accusations were about to subside, he stood up and spoke up for Lorne: "Penny is right. You are all too hostile. This is the result of his own choices."

"Don't look down on anyone. Maybe someone who seems like a level one is actually stronger than everyone here?" Burd's seemingly lecturing words were tinged with a joke.

"Bold is right!" The crowd erupted in waves of applause.

What a boring bunch...

The previous condemnation and Boulder's sarcastic remarks did not stir any emotion in Lorne's heart.

A bunch of clowns jumping around, they could form a circus.

He sat cross-legged in the corner and then remembered the key points of the fireball spell.

Time flowed by, second by second...

"Everyone, get ready, we're about to arrive at our destination, Wall Manor!" Gunnar announced to the apprentices below from the control room on the second floor.

A series of gasps of amazement erupted from the group of apprentices.

This caught Lorne's attention.

He slowly stood up from the deck, and as soon as he cast his gaze into the distance, his pupils contracted sharply.

What is this...?

The sky at the edge of the field of vision was a sickly purplish-red, and light was distorted when it entered it.

It gives people a feeling of being on the verge of collapse.

As they drew closer, the "dark scars" on the horizon gradually enlarged; they were several enormous spatial rifts, clinging to the sky like permanent wounds.

"Does...do we have to go inside?" Some people were terrified and frantically fell onto the deck.

Some even lunged towards the second-floor deck, shouting, "Lord Gunnar! This isn't what we agreed on!"

They were all stopped by the big man.

"Don't be rude!"

The scene calmed down slightly after the big man shouted angrily.

Lorne wasn't surprised. Just by going to the battlefield to explore, he could freely choose any magical artifact. What in the world could be so good?

However, his previous guess was too conservative; the scene before him was not something an apprentice could get involved in.

Even a formal wizard might not be so sure.

Lorne was familiar with the scene before him, because he had seen it before!

That was something I saw through the memory crystal in the elven settlement—a brief exchange between the Stigmata Wizard Enderic and the Elf King Orion, which was even more shocking than the scene before my eyes.

This at least indicates that the high-end combat forces of the two sides once engaged in a fierce war here, the reason for which is unknown.

There are definitely Stigmata Wizards involved.

Both sides are clearly really angry, and it is estimated that they have reached a fever pitch.

Previously, the apprentice district, far away in the Black Sun Tower, was peaceful and completely devoid of any sense of war.

Only by coming to the front lines can one truly feel the brutality.

Every day, countless wizards perish in this war.

Now that you're here, it's unlikely you'll back down. Putting aside the consequences, Gunnar's mere presence there won't allow you to take a single step back.

At this moment, Burd was leading the vast majority of his apprentices in a protest toward the second floor.

"Lord Gunnar, I request to return and respond to another summons, one that is completely different from what was described beforehand," Burd argued, taking the lead in reasoning.

"The danger is so great that sending us apprentices would be a pointless death sentence!"

His remarks aroused strong emotions among the crowd, and most of the apprentices began to shout "protest" banners.

Lorne was watching everything with great interest from the corner when, to his surprise, a girl with a cowlick on her head squeezed through the crowd and walked straight toward him.

"Um?"

"I'm here to relax." Penny glanced at Lorne and then stood on the edge of the shuttle, gazing into the distance.

Lorne stared at the few strands of hair that were fluttering back and forth, and asked, "Aren't you going to participate in the protest?"

"It's no use," Penny sighed, resting her chin on her hand in frustration.

She looks a bit slow, but her mind works pretty fast... Lorne's first impression of this girl with the ahoge (cowlick) has changed somewhat.

They were almost at their destination, and there was no turning back now. Perhaps they could escape before boarding the magic shuttle in the apprentice area.

At this point, how could we possibly let you go back?

Seemingly to confirm their suspicions, Gunnar on the second floor cast an impatient glance at the burly man.

The latter understood immediately, and his spiritual power erupted like a tidal wave, engulfing all the apprentices.

"Level three... Level three!" came a gasp from the apprentices.

The burly man strode up to Burd, standing over two meters tall and towering several heads above him.

Burd swallowed hard and tried to take a small step back, but the apprentice behind him blocked his way, preventing him from moving forward even an inch.

A loud "crack!"

The big man slapped Burd hard onto the deck.

After Boulder's head rotated ninety degrees, his body fell heavily to the ground and lay motionless on the deck.

He was obviously knocked unconscious by the slap.