My dear witch, please turn evil according to the script!

Chapter 325 He was beaten into a ball

With a wealth of gains, Roland was sent away from that spiritual space by the World Tree's consciousness.

A greatsword that the World Tree says is even more powerful than the Holy Sword.

It's a fully-fledged holy sword with plenty of functionality. Although its active skill has some side effects, it's not a big problem.

"I just don't know how much time has passed..."

When Roland came to his senses, he was already standing at the palace gate.

However, I didn't see Flam and Celia.

Oh no, the tour guide and the person in charge of meals have disappeared.

At that moment, a guard at the palace gate lightly kicked Roland. As Roland turned his gaze, the guard gestured for Roland to look at the World Tree Park in front of him.

Roland quickly turned his gaze in that direction.

Then I saw two unparalleled powerhouses fighting on the lake in front of the World Tree.

A squad of elven soldiers responsible for maintaining order surrounded them, along with large groups of bloodthirsty elven spectators.

It's better to keep quiet than to live long and gain more experience. This allows you to take things in stride.

If a human were to witness two powerful ninth-ring legends, two strong individuals equal to or even surpassing the Demon King's court in a duel, they would surely run as far away as possible.

Instead of daring to aggressively observe from just a hundred or two meters away.

As it turns out, if it weren't for the presence of the military (or possibly military police or law enforcement officers) responsible for maintaining order, which created a protective barrier, and the fact that this place is under the World Tree, the situation would have been much worse.

Even if He doesn't necessarily want to interfere, the fact that He's around will make both sides in a conflict more mindful of their actions.

Moreover, the presence of its immense power diminished the magical power of the surrounding area.

But... looking at the spectators cheering below, and the two elves in the sky gradually evolving from magical clashes to hand-to-hand combat, Roland always felt that the elves' daily lives were quite rich.

And now he understood why King Thranlan had asked him to talk to the World Tree's consciousness a little longer.

It's quite noisy outside.

Roland was glad he had talked for a little longer, seemingly having successfully avoided another verbal conflict between the master and apprentice.

You can now watch the battle unfold right from the lakeside.

To be honest, all those intelligence agents who said Flam was bad at close combat should be dragged out and thrown into the sea.

If the physical skills that Flam was displaying at this moment, and the superb technique of swinging the staff like a long stick, were not considered good at close combat, then I could only say that I had just learned how to handle weapons.

However, upon closer reflection, the only weapon-related experience I've had since childhood has indeed been the family sword technique passed down from old Lancelot.

However, according to his father, he only learned the basic opening of the family sword technique and did not continue to refine it...

Wait, family-inherited swordsmanship?
If this had happened a while ago, Roland certainly wouldn't have valued the Lancelot family's inherited swordsmanship, which was a family tradition of hardship and poverty.

But now, although he still didn't know how much of the princess's letter was true and how much was false, Roland felt that he could start studying the things passed down in his family.

Fortunately, he always carried the belongings passed down from old Lancelot with him, since Roland still hadn't found a safe place to store these odds and ends.

While watching the battle in the sky, which was almost invisible to the naked eye, Roland took out a small package from his storage ring.

Lancelot the Elder left behind relatively few belongings.

Aside from some money, a few old clothes, some souvenirs from his adventurer days, some of his mother's belongings, all that remained was his diary and a few old books.

Among them was that sword manual.

When Roland first learned swordsmanship as a child, he practiced the basic chapters of this sword manual.

The results are pretty good; at least Roland's basic swordsmanship is now at the maximum level.

This was also the first skill Roland leveled up to the maximum.

Although he learned some exquisite sword techniques, Roland's ability to react quickly and effectively still allows him to master the basic sword movements and still play a significant role in the swordplay.

Even if they didn't capitalize on their strengths, at least they didn't let them drag them down.

For a long time, Roland had never thought about the origin of these basic movements, assuming they were just basic sword techniques that could be seen everywhere on the street.

After all, even with old Lancelot's wealth, which was slightly better than the average person's, he couldn't get his hands on anything really good.

Roland believed that the so-called family swordsmanship was a story that old Lancelot had made up based on his years of experience as an adventurer, just to convince himself to study it in peace.

But now... in the process of fighting against multiple powerful opponents, Roland has realized the extraordinary nature of this "family sword technique".

At least, it was absolutely impossible for old Lancelot, a mere fourth-ring warrior, to have developed such exquisite techniques.

The answer is quite simple.

This may indeed be a family-inherited sword technique, and specifically, a family-inherited sword technique of the Platia royal family.

It may even be related to an elector from a thousand years ago.

That's considered finding something good.

Genuine martial arts skills are a rare commodity in this world.

After all, even melee characters like warriors don't really have many fighting strategies; they rely entirely on power and speed to make up for it.

It's all pure numerical data; there's no skill involved whatsoever.

Learning martial arts, in particular, won't grant you skills like flying sword energy.

To achieve this effect, you need magic.

Martial arts skills are really just simple techniques.

Therefore, there are actually not many people in this world who are willing to spend time studying techniques; it's better to spend that time accumulating more numerical values.

After all, as long as you are fast enough, react quickly enough, and have enough strength, you can handle the vast majority of battles.

Without these three elements, no matter how skilled you are, you'll be completely lost.

Fortunately, there are many body enhancement techniques in this world, and even warriors can use these techniques. In fact, it is rare for warriors not to learn one or two body enhancement techniques as a means of on-the-spot enhancement.

However, it would be good to improve one's swordsmanship further.

That makes sense. Ever since Roland maxed out his basic swordsmanship at the age of thirteen, he turned to researching weapon and item crafting.

After all, compared to swords, landmines and bombs are more effective at making up for the gap in combat power.

Countless battles that followed proved this to be true.

Unfortunately, as the strength of the enemies they faced continued to increase, individual bombs and mines could no longer bridge the gap.

It's time to start honing your manual dexterity.

Since it's free, I might as well learn something.

Moreover, Roland had a gut feeling that the new language pack that the World Tree's consciousness had just transferred to him might play a remarkable role. Although the complete memory of rune magic did not contain any knowledge about the primordial runes.

However, Roland's complete knowledge of the language allowed him to easily combine countless rune spells using his innate talent of mental-matter interference.

Just as the World Tree consciousness said.

Language is also part of magic.

Just like dragon language magic.

As long as the "language" speaks of the effect, the magic will respond.

"Shield Defense" will consume magic power to form a shield defense.

"Fireball attack" will generate fireballs.

Each rune can be combined to create multiple effects.

Reversing the order of characters can also produce the completely opposite effect.

It's the same principle as "I fuck" and "Fuck me!"

Yes, this runic magic is similar to, or even more complex than, Roland's native language before his transmigration in terms of "grammar" and "meaning".

Not to mention that each additional rune used increases the cost.

Therefore, normal rune magic can only create words, at most up to the length of idioms or phrases.

Of course, if you have enough magic, you can even write a short essay.

However, since it is a language, it has grammar and writing order.

When using rune magic, neither of these can be wrong.

Otherwise, it cannot be used.

Moreover, the "idioms" or "sentences" formed in a single instance must be logically coherent.

In short, it's not as easy to use as everyday conversation, but in a sense, it's still similar to the so-called "word magic."

One relies on speaking, while runic magic relies more on writing.

To be honest, it's still quite a bit less than what he thought—that as long as you learn a "language," you can use it at will.

Even so, the required practice cost has been greatly reduced.

"Hmm, try to integrate the primordial runes during your breaks from sword practice."

"Even if it only has the effect of amplification, it's good."

"I just don't know if it will work."

Whether the runes on the original runestone can be successfully applied to modern runic magic is still a question.

As Roland stood there in a daze, a chill ran down his spine.

An extremely dangerous crisis is approaching!

"Inherent time control!"

Roland immediately activated his primary survival skill.

Defense and Flash are useless.

The real dangers are those crises that occur before you have a chance to react.

As long as there's time to react, Roland has plenty of backup plans.

However, when he used his inherent time control, he suddenly realized that the pseudo-time stop, which could last for up to fifteen seconds as long as there was enough magic power, actually dissipated in less than a second.

Fortunately, that one second was enough for him to realize the crisis.

It was flying towards him, maintaining a high-speed spin and forward motion, even as time slowed down infinitely.

Dodge? Catch?
Roland didn't have much time to choose, so he relied on his intuition.

He chose to catch it.

Because he sensed a familiar aura.

With all buffs activated, and even using rune magic he wasn't yet proficient in to enhance his physical body, Roland opened his arms and steadily caught the jewel-colored sphere.

Then, the freeze ended.

"boom!"

With a loud crash, Roland's foot sank into the ground, and he slid dozens of meters before regaining his footing.

Now he could see the true nature of this "sphere".

Furam.

Yes, while Roland stood among the onlookers by the lake contemplating his next training plan, Flam was successfully taught a lesson by her teacher... a lesson in how to be an elf.

Not only did he lose the physical duel, but he was also rolled into a ball and deliberately hurled at Roland.

"Woo..."

Looking at Flam, who was in his arms with a big bump on her head and whose eyes were darting around like mosquito coils, Roland realized something.

He should have talked to the World Tree consciousness a little longer, even if it was just to make conversation.

Now, he feels like trouble is coming his way.

Before long, Celia, disheveled and panting from the fight, stood in front of Roland.

"Wow... This kid is really something, he has such a level of skill at such a young age."

"Luckily, I was more skilled, otherwise I would have really been caught off guard and lost my life."

“However…” Celia laughed, “I was a bit too rough with him just now, this kid will probably be unconscious for a while.”

"She absolutely won't wake up easily! You can do whatever you want before she wakes up!"

"Oh dear, I almost forgot to give this to you. Here, this is Avalon's currency."

"Let's find a hotel and rest for a while."

As she spoke, Celia stuffed a large, heavy bag of currency shaped like green leaves into Roland's hand.

Then, with a flick of her beautiful long golden hair, she turned and left gracefully.

Only Roland remained, along with the lingering bloodthirsty elf spectators...

(End of this chapter)