The adventurer at the bottom is fantasizing again.

"So how does one become a 'formal' warlock?"

"You need to prove your lineage, but I can't do the ranking here. Only big cities like Frost Valley can," Haif replied.

"Thank you, Mr. Haifu."

Lorraine expressed her heartfelt gratitude.

Haif's words were of great help to him, not only clearing up many of his doubts about being a professional, but also revealing many secrets.

Some of this knowledge cannot be bought with money. The other party clearly had good intentions towards him, but he didn't know where these good intentions came from.

So now my path forward is very clear.

Even the cheapest staffs are ridiculously expensive, let alone any talk of proving one's bloodline. If he truly wanted to obtain a title that would allow him access to more extraordinary worlds, then the first thing he needed to do was—

Learn a warrior's martial art.

"Mr. Haifu, do you know how to learn the martial arts of a warrior?" Lorraine asked humbly.

Haifu put down his wine glass, squinted at him for a moment, and then said, "Kid, a sorcerer can't become a sword chanter."

Lorraine scratched his head, unsure how to explain his spell, and could only manage a rough explanation:

"I just want to have more power to protect myself."

"That's true. Warlocks don't have an easy time increasing their power, so trying other paths is fine."

Haifu nodded and joked:

"You're quite the studious kid, not bad."

"hey-hey."

The young man's humble desire to learn gave Haifu the joy of being a teacher, and he couldn't help but want to offer more guidance.

"The sources of martial arts techniques are too wide. It could be a notebook of insights, or a fragment of a scroll, or some people can even comprehend them on their own during combat."

Haif recalled for a moment, then said:

"But all of that depends on individual opportunity and luck; it's difficult for others to imitate. The most practical approach is to find a professional who has already embarked on the path of a 'warrior' and ask for their guidance."

Hiss... Lorraine gasped.

The only warrior he knew was already dead; he couldn't possibly find another one like that.

"Do you know any friends?" Lorraine asked.

This Haif looks like a veteran, and he's the president of the Adventurers' Guild. He probably doesn't lack friends like him.

Haifu chuckled and pointed to himself, saying, "That's me."

Lorraine's eyes widened slightly; he hadn't actually thought of it that way.

"Then you..."

"But why should I teach you, young man? What can you offer me?" Haif asked, looking into his eyes.

"I am bringing you a disciple who respects his teachers, is knowledgeable and reasonable, hardworking and conscientious, never fights back when hit or scolded, and is always available without complaint."

Lorraine swore he had thrown out every word he could remember. He took a couple of breaths and continued:

"And some insignificant gold coins as a token of my gratitude for your guidance."

"Hahahaha! You little rascal, you're just my type."

Haifu laughed heartily, slamming his hands on the table, completely oblivious to the stares of the other patrons in the tavern.

After laughing for a while, he straightened his expression and said seriously:

"But lad, the path of a warrior is not so easy. Unlike the lofty spellcaster, it is destined to be a path full of trials."

Haif leaned forward, his hands on the bar counter, and stared at Lorraine, asking, "Are you... ready?"

Lorraine took a deep breath, slowly nodded, and replied, "Yes."

Unlike his initial high aspirations when he first transmigrated, after these days of trials and tribulations, he has come to a profound understanding that if he wants to gain a foothold in this world, his future will be filled with hardships.

But... so what?!

Without the determination to face hardships, how could he explore the world and experience those magical and wondrous things?

Since God has given him a second chance to live, he will never live a mediocre life like he did in his previous life. Even if he dies on this road, he will die a splendid death!

Lorraine felt a surge of excitement coursing through his body. He seemed to have grasped something, but a thin barrier separated him from it, preventing him from seeing clearly.

So many thoughts flashed through my mind, finally settling into one sentence: "I would die without regret."

"Good...good! Kid, you're pretty good. Maybe you really can forge a path like never before."

Haifu gripped his shoulders tightly and said:

"But that's not enough. You're only qualified to embark on this path. I'll choose a suitable task for you to prove your determination!"

Haif scrutinized Lorraine's expression, noticing his excited yet haggard look, and said softly:

"Go and rest now. Come find me when you're ready."

Lorraine let out a breath and nodded.

At Haif's signal, he packed up his gear and went to the guest room on the second floor.

"Huh... so this means I don't have to pay? I can get a room for free? Is there really such a good thing?"

He realized it belatedly.

......

Another new day.

Lorraine got out of bed full of energy, stretched deeply, and felt every cell in her body leaping with joy.

After these days of treatment with the Burner's Ring, he felt that the hidden injuries he had sustained before his transmigration had all healed.

He brought up the control panel to take a look.

[Name: Cassio Lorraine]

Age: 19

Race: Human

[Strength: 13]

Agility: 11

[Constitution: 9→10]

【Intelligence: 12】

【Charm: 12】

[Perception: 10]

[Experience Exploration: 77]

[Exploration Areas: Frost Valley (31%), Misty Forest (3%), Shallow Beach Town (100%)]

[Spells: Lorraine's Burning Hand, Knowledge of Profanity, Hair Sense (Basic), Lorraine's Lightning Pull]

Skills: Common Language (Proficient), Lockpicking (Skilled), Heavy Lifting (Proficient), Climbing (Beginner), Street Fighting (Beginner), Stealth (Skilled), Longsword (Beginner)

......

Sure enough, his physical condition has returned to normal.

He clenched his fist tightly and felt a surge of power.

I wonder what kind of mission Haif will pick for him. Speaking of which... he should be able to bring his companions along, right?

Lorraine calculated the time; today was the fifth day of Piper's treatment, and according to the previous agreement, he should have recovered by now.

He first went downstairs to find Haifu to confirm about his companion.

"Of course! Finding a trustworthy companion is also your own skill, but you have to be careful not to be deceived."

Haif was carefully trimming his beard when he heard Lorraine's question and warned her.

"He is a halfling," Lorraine said.

Haifu then nodded and praised:

"Halves are generally kind-hearted, so having a scout along will make things much safer. However, you'll have to be careful with your wallet."

Lorraine gave an awkward laugh.

He really didn't know how to explain to the other party that Piper's fighting style had absolutely nothing to do with scouts.