The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Knocking Odo down brought immense pleasure to Dorlay, lifting his spirits. He quietly returned to his place, petting Dog-Odo's head repeatedly, which slightly displeased the dog. It stood up and scratched Dorlay, leaving claw marks all over his clothes.

The boy and his dog immediately began to play.

Dog-Odo quite liked Dorlay and didn't mind playing with him for a bit. With its sensitive nose, it could smell the blood on Dorlay. Had the boy drawn blood today? But judging from his expression and demeanor, the outcome seemed favorable; at least he hadn't suffered.

After playing for a while, Dorlay began to meditate and visualize.

The slum erupted in chaos. Soon after Dorlay left, some people found the unconscious Odo and the other injured man. Seeing Odo's miserable state, everyone was stunned.

Dorlay dared to resist? He actually dared to cripple Odo's leg? Everyone exchanged bewildered glances, sensing a major incident was brewing.

...

That night, beside Rose Avenue, inside a house that looked somewhat historical, Odo's father, Sam, the foreman of the Bianchi Mine, stared grimly at Odo on the bed. Odo's leg was ruined.

Beside Odo, a physician-like figure finished his diagnosis, shrugged at Sam, and frowned, saying, "Several tendons are severed, which isn't a major issue. They can be reconnected, but I'm only a Level Two physician. Even if they're reattached, he won't fully recover. You'll need to find another solution."

Sam clenched his fist tightly, his brow furrowed into a deep frown, and asked, "Then who should I seek out?"

The physician smiled and said, "For reconnecting severed tendons, the best is the Holy Church's Water of Life, but we don't have anything like that in the Northern Kingdom. Next is the Alchemic Potion of Tendon Renewal from the Ability Association, specifically for treating severed tendons. The Tendon Renewal Potion is a Level Two potion and is quite expensive. You should prepare yourself."

Sam was shocked, utterly astonished. Tendon Renewal Potion? It was the first time he'd heard of it. As the foreman of the Bianchi Mine, he didn't have much exposure to such things.

However, anything involving the Ability Association was bound to be expensive. He gritted his teeth and said, "How much does a bottle cost? If it can heal Odo's leg, I'm willing to pay any price."

The physician stood up, tidying his things, and said, "About a dozen gold coins."

Sam's eyes widened. "I only earn 50 silver coins a month! Ten gold coins? This...?"

The physician curled his lip and said, "Anyway, I'm powerless to help. If you're unwilling to buy it, in a few days, once Odo's muscles atrophy, it'll be impossible to cure, even with money."

Sam's fist gradually loosened, then clenched again, his eyes filled with resentment. That damned brat! I'll definitely kill you.

"Alright, I'll contact them now."

Sam had two sons. His eldest son had joined the army and only returned home every few months. Moreover, soldiers in this era lived a precarious existence, always on the verge of death. That's why his second son was the family's heir, and he had always been spoiled. He never expected him to be defeated by a lackey.

After seeing the physician off, he stood in the courtyard and quickly considered various methods. He planned to contact acquaintances. Once he knew where that person was, everything would be easier.

A damned orphan, a commoner! Wouldn't it be easy to manipulate him? Just like that.

But the thought of Odo being defeated by someone like that made Sam's expression unpleasant.

...

Beside the Rose Manor, where Vice City Lord Owen's family resided, in a small house within a small courtyard, a guard walked in from outside and soon arrived at the backyard.

The backyard was an open space. Kadia, dressed in black, was wielding a dueling sword, practicing against a wooden dummy, his posture straight, his arm like a sword, the sword tip pointing to the sky.

The guard entered the courtyard. Even from a distance, he could sense the immense power emanating from Kadia, filling him with awe. He stopped some distance away, bowed slightly, and said, "Lord Kadia, the child you asked me to watch had an incident yesterday." He recounted the events of the previous day.

Kadia's face was calm and expressionless. He lowered his sword, stood upright, reached into his pocket, flicked out a silver coin, and said, "I understand. Thank you for your trouble."

The guard caught the silver coin, slammed a fist against his chest, and said, "Serving you is my honor, sir."

Kadia said, "Continue to monitor him. Report any developments to me."

The guard nodded. Although Kadia was merely a dueling master employed by the Owen family, his lineage was quite rare. Countless people wanted to place their descendants under his tutelage, but Lord Kadia didn't approve of any of them. It seemed that the child had caught his eye.

He quickly left.

Kadia stood in the courtyard, his expression filled with a different meaning. That child, someone else is actually watching him? However, the worse his life is, the better it will be for my plans.

That child's talent is not bad, worth nurturing. However, the specific results are still uncertain. Dorlay is just a seed he casually found, let's wait and see.

"Odo, Sam, just small fries." To Kadia, the father and son were like maggots on the roadside, easily crushed.

He didn't interfere. Instead, he continued to stand there, then gently parted his legs, looked straight ahead, and slowly thrust his sword out.

Body like a sword, form like a sword, hand like a sword.

This was Kadia's most powerful sword strike, famous throughout Domon City, just an ordinary thrust.

But if a master were watching, they would see that in this simple thrust, he subtly changed several extremely minute movements, capable of responding to dozens of opponent's variations. It was not just a simple sword strike.

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One night passed.

Dorlay left his home refreshed, heading straight for the blacksmith shop.

As he walked into the blacksmith shop, he saw Harley the blacksmith with his back to him, directing others to move something. It was a large pile of iron boxes.

The iron boxes were heavy. Even with the arm strength of a grown blacksmith, they were difficult to lift. Dorlay was somewhat surprised. Were these all raw ore?

Several hundred boxes were placed at the entrance to the backyard. Clearly, they were all to be moved inside.

Dorlay came behind Harley and bowed slightly, saying, "Brother Harley."

Harley turned his head, glanced at Dorlay, his expression slightly darkened, and said, "I heard about what happened yesterday. Someone might come looking for you today."

Dorlay was stunned, the slight joy he felt suddenly halting. He carefully asked, "What's going on?"

Harley thought for a moment and said in a deep voice, "The father of the person you beat went to the police station. The police will be looking for you today, but it's okay, I'll protect you."

Dorlay's heart leaped, slowly turning cold, and he felt somewhat flustered.

The city guard and the police station were different. The police station was responsible for maintaining order, specifically dealing with fights and brawls. If the police came looking for him, he would be somewhat apprehensive.

The Domon City police station had a notorious reputation. Anyone who went in without money or power would suffer greatly, that was a known fact. The other party had money and power, wouldn't he be unable to get out if he went in?

His expression changed.

Harley looked at Dorlay, sighed, and said, "Don't worry, it's okay. I've already inquired about that person, just a small foreman from the Bianchi Mine. I doubt he dares to come causing trouble."

Dorlay nodded. "Then thank you, Brother Harley." He thought for a moment, then hesitantly pulled out ten silver coins from his pocket, painfully handing them to Harley.

Harley saw this and said unhappily, "Does your Brother Harley lack these few silver coins? Go, go, go, go play on the side, don't disturb my work. It might be busy for a while, you have to put in some effort."