Bang!

Um?

Hearing the knock on the door, Livia quickly opened her eyes and sat up.

"who?"

"Sir, there is a man named Jim looking for you at the castle gate."

Oh, I almost forgot, it seems Jim has made up his mind.

Livia rubbed her forehead to wake herself up.

"Tell him to wait for me in the open space behind the castle."

"OK."

The guard outside the door responded and then walked away, his footsteps gradually disappearing.

Livia took a deep breath and turned over and got out of bed.

After washing up quickly, she took the clothes that were casually thrown on the box at the end of the bed and put them on. Then she picked up the silver sword leaning against the end of the bed and hung it around her waist. Livia pushed open the door and rushed to the open space behind the castle.

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When Livia arrived at the open space behind the castle, it was empty and it seemed that Jim had not come.

There were no guards and knights in training on the open space. After all, the incident had just ended for some time, and the guards and knights were probably busy maintaining order and safety in the city, so naturally they had not resumed training yet.

Livia looked around, wondering how to communicate with Jim next.

After a while, Jim was led over from the other side by the castle guards.

However, today his spirit and energy seemed completely different from yesterday. He had regained the spirit and energy that Livia had seen on the night he first arrived in Kovag. Although he knew that he was no match for him, he still did not retreat and faced him head-on despite fulfilling his duty.

The guard in front of Jim said a few words to him and walked back. Jim glanced at the guard's back and walked towards Livia.

"It looks like you've made up your mind."

Livia looked at him and smiled.

"Waiting for three years always means there is still hope. If I give up on this life, I might just live in a daze."

Jim answered with a serious expression.

Livia suppressed the smile on her face and nodded. "Then I will come as agreed. First of all, I want to ask you, what do you want to do after becoming a witcher?"

"Kill those monsters!

Kill those cultists!"

Jim said through gritted teeth.

Livia shook his head. Although the profession of witcher in the game meant fighting monsters all their lives, he didn't want himself or the witcher he was about to pass on in this world to be like the one in the game, and end up being regarded as an alien or even a monster by the world.

After all, he is now a witcher himself, so he naturally doesn't want his situation to become like that in the game in the future.

As the origin or ancestor of the witchers in this world, he must have set some rules. He can't just let things go as they please like in the game except for training from childhood to adulthood. You must know that the witchers in the game have a completely ruined reputation largely because of some evil witchers, such as the later Snake Faction, which formed an entire assassin organization.

"First of all, I have to tell you that witchers are different from knights. When you become a witcher, you are no longer a normal, or pure human being."

Livia said in a deep voice, although there was no one around, he still lowered his voice.

The reason why he told Jim all this directly was because if he could really obtain the herbal potion in the future and transform him into a witcher, he would definitely know after he successfully became a witcher. Instead of waiting until then, it would be better to make it clear now.

Although Livia himself now looks similar to a normal human being, he knows that once he is dissected, some structures of his body will definitely be different from those of normal humans.

"Ah..." Jim opened his mouth in surprise.

There was a flash of hesitation in his eyes, and then his face became firm, "It's okay, as long as I am still myself, it doesn't matter what I become."

Livia smiled and shook her head. "Don't worry, you won't turn into a monster. You can tell from what I've seen. You'll just be slightly different from normal people. I just want to tell you that after becoming a witcher, you're no longer a pure human being, but a new race. This is not only a profession, but also a race, but our stance and heart are still human."

"Um."

Jim nodded firmly.

"There aren't many rules for being a witcher. First, you can't do evil. Remember that we are human beings.

Second, the mission is to hunt evil monsters.

And then it was gone.”

After thinking about it, Livia finally reluctantly set two rules. He couldn't think of anything else for a while.

"Um."

Jim responded again, although he was a little confused, he still didn't ask.

"Then I will teach you some witcher swordsmanship now."

As Livia spoke, she drew the silver sword from her waist, and her mind quickly thought about what to teach him, cat faction?

The skill I know the most now is the Cat School. After all, it is the only skill on the skill tree that can be used beyond the basics. However, the actual improvement of the strength of the Cat School's swordsmanship is too low. It is okay to deal with humans, but to deal with large monsters, I still need the Bear School or the Sign. However, the Sign can only be used after becoming a complete witcher...

After thinking about it for a while, Livia decided to teach the basic sword skills of the Bear School first. After all, compared with the Cat School, the Bear School has a more obvious improvement effect.

"By the way, a witcher must have an iron sword and a silver sword. These are necessary to deal with different monsters. My iron sword was lost in the previous battle, and I am now forging a new one."

Seeing Jim draw the sword from his waist, Livia remembered what happened and said hurriedly.

Jim nodded to show that he understood.

"Okay, I'll teach you the bear style sword technique."

"Bear pie?"

Jim murmured, looking at Livia in front of him in confusion.

Well……

"Although the witcher has declined to the point where I am the only one left, there were still many schools of witchers in the past."

Livia hurriedly made up a story.

"But I do hope that the various schools of witchers can reappear in this world."

Livia sighed. This was his true words. Although he had experienced four schools in the game: cat, bear, wolf, and griffin, he had not experienced the venomous snake and flying lion (lion scorpion). There were only a few people left in the flying lion school. According to the flying lion, there might be other schools that were lost in history.

Jim nodded thoughtfully.

"Okay, I won't say any more. Just imitate me."

Livia returned her attention to the present, holding the hilt of the silver sword tightly with both hands, and took a stance that looked like a horse stance but was not quite like it, just like...

Like a bear standing up...

In fact, no matter whether it is Eastern martial arts or Western postures, they all follow the same basic principle. They all start with a basic posture or standing still. The posture of the Bear School imitates a real bear standing upright, and then evolves according to the human body structure. Therefore, the sword moves of the Bear School are all open and closed.

Jim was standing aside, imitating Livia's posture.

Seeing that Jim had imitated his stance, Livia first shouted at Jim not to move, then returned to his normal standing position, sheathed the sword, and walked to Jim's side.

"This needs to go down a little bit..." "The hilt of the sword needs to be held down a little bit, otherwise it will be awkward to exert force, and it will be a waste of energy..." "Imagine in your mind the majesty of a real bear standing upright..." "..." Livia kept walking around Jim, constantly correcting his mistakes, feeling...

It feels so good. Livia never thought that he would be a teacher one day. This feeling is really comfortable.

Although he felt comfortable in his heart, Livia was very serious. He was not only teaching Jim, but also confirming the memories in his mind while teaching. After all, everything he learned was given by the system. Although he could learn it in an instant, there was always a sense of illusion, which prevented him from completely integrating what was in his memory and turning it into physical instinct.

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