The Lord stroked the blueprints on the workbench. Each line was meticulously inked on parchment with a quill, and his expression was like that of a man who'd just discovered plans for a doomsday weapon in a back-alley workshop.
"Did you design all this?"
"I just studied some books passed down by my ancestors. It's nothing, really." Mier scratched his head shyly.
"That's still incredible!"
Levi said with genuine sincerity.
Building on the wisdom of others might sound easy, but how could someone without talent of their own truly absorb it?
Even those nobles who Mastered profound Combat Qi Secret Manuals didn't all become Combat Qi Masters; some were even weaker than common Swordsmen.
The saying, 'An incapable man will return empty-handed, even from a mountain of treasure,' was the perfect explanation for this.
