Chapter 245: Job Change! Beast Priest !

Chapter 245: Job Change! Beast Priest !



Ren couldn't help but recall the abilities the native had just displayed. One was a type of ability that seemed to draw on the life force or vitality of beasts to restore himself, a nearly demonic power.

The other should be the ability to command nearby beasts to attack enemies.

These two abilities the native had just demonstrated left a deep impression on Ren.

Although they seemed demonic, Ren could sense a difference between them and the sorcery used by the Black Flame Church.

Moreover, this job change prompt had two unusual points.

Firstly, there was no mention of worshipping a particular deity.

This seemed to indirectly support Ren's guess that this wasn't demonic magic.

Assani, the head of the Akson Trading Caravan, watched from a distance, his eyes flashing with thought. Soon, he whispered to a few servants beside him, "Go, follow this Ren and see where he's going."

...

Meanwhile, Ren quickly realized that there was no point in retrieving the native's body.

"Hurry up, you have ten minutes."

"Sir Ren, you..." Agatha couldn't help but step forward to support Ren.

The Dragon Empire's criminal law? Aren't you a Swordsworn focused solely on combat?

After arriving at the Swordsworn branch, Ren learned that Bloodfeather Falcons were of the same caliber as Griffins, naturally ferocious beasts. In other words, when a Bloodfeather reaches adulthood, it can hold its own against a Griffin in aerial combat.

"Alright, fine then!"

There was a hint of both coquetry and complaint in her tone, as if to say, why did it take so long to come and see it! Immediately, Cookie started circling around Ren, only calming down after Ren smiled and patted her for a while.

Everyone immediately became alert.

"Ah, no need to thank me. If you want to thank someone, thank Sir Ren!" Barnes waved his hand and said, "It's not possible. The enemy's attacks were strange, and I need to go back to the Swordsworn branch to see a physician."

"Thank you both so much for your help this time. Otherwise..." Graham expressed his gratitude.

This residence, in terms of area, was only slightly larger than Ren's house near the administrative office in Goldshine Town, and that was only because it had an additional stable. Yet, the price was a staggering three thousand gold.

"Sir Ren, your armor is made of Water Film Steel, and it's full of holes. Is your body even tougher than this Senior Knight's armor?" Agatha clearly didn't believe it and said so with a huff.

Because he had just seen that despite being injured, the native was still preparing to charge into the warehouse with Graham to support Ren. This act alone demonstrated a lot of things.

After all, the native was just looking, and Sir Ren hadn't suffered any losses. It was also a favor to Assani.

"Sir Rain, please rest well. I have some matters to attend to, so I won't be able to accompany you."

However, just as the two were about to lead the Night Watchmen into the warehouse, they suddenly saw someone coming out.

But when Ren searched the native's body earlier, he didn't find anything valuable.

Barnes hadn't experienced it yet. Perhaps, in the native's eyes, defeating him didn't require using that ability.

Barnes explained with confidence.

"Could it be that this black horse's mutation failed?"

After a brief greeting, the native didn't linger and immediately rode the Griffin, taking off into the sky and quickly leaving the scene.

But who would've thought that even after reaching Munster, a single moment of relaxation would lead to such a complication! Damn it!

"Quick, you guys, take Sir Barnes to the Swordsworn branch." Graham waved his hand, and his subordinates quickly supported Barnes, helping him onto the carriage.

"The native's ability to heal injuries is most likely due to the Ancient Giant Troll's Fangs. Since Beast Priest (Legendary) as a special job change requires the fangs, it's highly likely that the job change will grant this skill. It's really enviable."

"Yes, Viscount Filck, this is Sir Ren, the new Trade District Sheriff from the Imperial Swordsworn. He's the one who dealt with this powerful native."

Could it be that this guy wanted those fangs?

Seeing the two women's disbelief, Ren shook his head helplessly and said, "Then I'll take off my breastplate, and you'll see for yourself."

"Hmm?" Filck glanced at Ren, surprised by his youth, but he smiled and said, "Sir Ren, you're so young and capable!"

Graham's expression turned thoughtful, just as he was about to say something, he noticed two young and beautiful noble ladies running over from the side, holding up the long skirts of their dresses.

【The prerequisites for advancing to Beast Priest (Legendary) are: 1. Beastmaster (Extraordinary) Lv. 5 or higher; 2. Spirit 25 points or higher; 3. Possess at least one Feral Beast; 4. Consume a pair of Ancient Giant Troll's Fangs. Do you wish to advance to Beast Priest (Legendary)?】

Too strong!

Graham looked at Ren's complexion again. His face was flushed, showing no signs of blood loss, and the holes in his breastplate weren't bleeding either. Graham nodded and said, "That's good, that's good!"

He'd have to wait a month, until the end of his temporary assignment, for the settlement.

"Yes, Sir Barnes, your wound hasn't healed, and it's best to get it treated immediately." Graham, the Trade District Sheriff, quickly walked over.

"Fuck! Are all the new Swordsworn this freakish?"

"The Imperial Capital?" Ren was slightly surprised.

The two women panted, their faces filled with concern as they saw the numerous holes in Rayen's pale silver knight armor and the bloodstains on his body. They feared he had suffered severe injuries.

Agatha, on the other hand, was in a worse state. With Rayen's sweat from the recent battle, the strong male pheromones overwhelmed her senses, making her dizzy.

Akson Auction House's caravan master, Assani, witnessed this scene with a worried expression, thinking to himself:

At that moment, two figures leaped down from the backs of griffins. One wore silver armor, while the other was a middle-aged man in pale gold armor.

Having fought him personally, Graham knew the man's strength.

"Don't be hasty. There are many eyes watching," Graham thought for a moment before agreeing.

"I heard from Eustace that a native appeared here who could influence beasts and even griffins. So, I came to check it out. Is the situation resolved now?"

Graham was genuinely surprised by Rayen's exceptional abilities.

Damn!

This trip to the provincial capital, Minster, with Lord Rayen had been an eye-opening experience.

With Matteo's help, Rayen quickly removed his damaged Water Film Steel breastplate.

The native's body still lay on the ground, guarded by over ten elite Night Watchmen. Assani, after some thought, hurried over to the Trade District Sheriff, Graham, and began flattering him.

Just then, a loud eagle's cry echoed from above.

In his heart, Graham believed that Rayen's promotion to Senior Knight at the age of sixteen was already a blessing from the Goddess of Luck. As for his strength, it would be reasonable to assume he barely met the minimum requirements for a Senior Knight.

After all, the native had been searched numerous times by the Slave Raiders, and any valuable items would have been taken long ago.

The system prompt sounded:

Barnes looked at the native who had severely injured him. At this moment, the native was like a dead dog, being dragged out by Rayen. His astonishment was evident.

That was why they decided to bring back these remaining natives for interrogation.

He had only dealt with an unexpected incident, yet he might receive an evaluation of three Bronze Medals. It was an unexpected joy! Of course, he couldn't receive that evaluation now.

"Bang!"

A tall, young figure appeared before them, dragging the native's body out of the warehouse with a leisurely pace.

As Rayen planned to have dinner with the two women before returning to the Swordsman Branch later, he briefly contemplated and decided to return to the room arranged by Jenny for some rest.

"Certainly, Sheriff. You are always welcome," Rayen smiled and nodded.

Oh my! This body is even sturdier than Water Film Steel, and it's hot too! Agatha's inner thoughts screamed.

"That's right. The Mutation Growth Potion doesn't guarantee success every time."

"Ah, Viscount Filck, you've finally arrived," Assani said with relief upon seeing a slender man in black leather armor with a short dagger at his waist.

"Lord Rayen, your temporary assignment will earn you at least three Bronze Medals!" Barnes looked at the native at Rayen's feet with envy and used his fingers to form a large three.

He knew that the task evaluation could fluctuate based on certain factors, but he never expected it to double.

"And Beast Control."

"Lord Rayen, why don't we go check out the shop?" Jenny suggested with a smile.

After all, the Beastmaster's other promotion path to Beastmaster (Legendary) would soon be available once the black horse evolved into a Feral Beast. Then, Rayen would have two promotion paths to choose from.

As for the ability to draw vitality from beasts.

Graham smiled and nodded.

"It's not that Beastmaster (Legendary) isn't good enough, but Beast Priest (Legendary) offers immediate and substantial benefits," Rayen sighed, making a decision.

Fighting and surviving were all for better task evaluations and more resources.

Jenny and Agatha arrived.

His purpose, of course, was not the native's body but the ancient fang—a relic that had been worshipped and offered sacrifices by the native tribe for hundreds, perhaps thousands of years, rumored to possess mystical powers."

Graham introduced the man: "This is Viscount Filck, the deputy commander of our province's Griffin Squadron. Rumor has it that he has powerful connections."

Whether it was in Flashgold Town or Myester County, Rayen had never seen a real griffin.

This time, Rayen chose without hesitation.

But soon, she extended her hand to help him up.

However, whether to change his occupation, Rayen hesitated for a moment.

It should be!

"Be careful. Take turns so you won't be discovered."

After some thought, Rayen decided to go out first.

"Yes, Lord Barnes, your wound..." Rayen noticed the seven or eight holes in Barnes' chest armor, and blood was gushing out.

"Yes, it's a newly established merchant guild called Hammer and Rose. They've just started expanding their business in Minster, and they're still in the initial stages. The shop is over there," Rayen pointed in the direction of the street they had just arrived from.

Huh? That's not right!

Rayen nodded.

His good friend was acting so flirtatious on the street; it was too much!

Graham, expressionless, took the heavy bag of coins from Assani and quickly stowed it in his waist pouch. However, he still didn't budge: "The one who killed the native is Baron Rayen. Assani, you should know your place."

"The Merchant Guild?" Graham's eyes lit up, and he seemed to realize something.

He then gave a rather formulaic reply.

"Viscount Fabian, why haven't the people you sent arrived yet?"

"This guy killed so many people, including a noble. According to the Imperial Law of Public Order and the Dragon Empire's criminal law, the murderer's body needs to be preserved for a month, awaiting an official autopsy."

"It's fine, thank you for your concern, Viscount Graham." Ren smiled.

"Thank you for the compliment, Viscount Filck." Ren smiled and bowed slightly. He could sense the formidable presence of the steady Viscount Filck, who had at least the strength of a Peak Knight.

The Imperial Law of Public Order?

"How impressive! A Griffin Knight!" Matteo, the short man beside him, stared in awe as the griffin soared into the sky, unable to hold back his words.

Outside the warehouse.

"Indeed, the enemy has the strength of at least a Senior Knight, and Lord Ren's efficiency in handling the situation is remarkable. In less than half an hour, the situation was resolved without causing further casualties or losses. Considering all these factors, the evaluation of three Bronze Medals is inevitable."

At this moment, Jenny was blushing, and her entire body was almost leaning on Ren, her legs involuntarily clenching together.

After arriving at the residence Jenny had purchased, Ren looked around.

Seeing this, Graham couldn't help but show a knowing smile, understanding the situation.

Moreover, this item was related to the advancement of a legendary class. Ren made a decision and said with a smile:

Jenny had just extended her hand, but when she remembered that Ren was her mother's, she withdrew it.

Jenny's beautiful eyes looked at Ren suspiciously, not believing his words.

After seeing Graham off, Ren bowed to the two women and said, "I'm really not injured."

In the room, Ren once again pondered the issue of the Beastmaster's two distinct advancement paths.

"Well, Lord Ren, it's like this. This native escaped from our caravan, and now his body... Can we redeem it? Of course, we will compensate you accordingly." Assani cautiously expressed his request.

Considering the native's ability to control beasts in battle, his overall strength was comparable to a Senior Knight, perhaps even stronger.

The two delicate noble ladies never expected Lord Ren, despite his young age, to be so... vigorous!

This made Ren feel a bit embarrassed.

"Of course, this will be done after the final internship task is completed, and it will be..."

"But what about increasing the dosage?"

However, to his disappointment, although the black horse seemed energetic, there were no significant changes compared to before.

Ren examined Assani, the caravan master, who was standing before him. He noticed Assani's sparkling eyes, rapid breathing, and slightly flushed face, confirming his suspicions.

When Graham saw the approaching man in pale gold armor, his eyes lit up, and he quickly walked towards the middle-aged man, bowing slightly. "Viscount Filck, why have you come in person?"

"That's enough, Agatha!" Jenny couldn't bear to watch anymore and whispered to her, quickly pulling her away.

Only then did the two women realize that although there were holes in Ren's undershirt, there was no blood.

"As you wish, Lord Assani."

This wasn't the first time Ren had seen a griffin, but it still made him envious!

"When I have time, I'll definitely visit your Merchant Guild." Graham said with enthusiasm.

Perhaps the other party's intentions weren't so simple?

Just then, a powerful flapping sound filled the air, and Ren looked up to see two griffins, with tails, measuring four to five meters in length. They had sturdy muscles and broad wings, and they descended from the sky!

He couldn't wait for Bloodfeather to grow up quickly.

"Master Assani, don't you know?"

One thing was certain: the native had numerous broken bones, and he was even missing two ribs. That Viscount Rayen, a Swordbearer, was truly ruthless, pulling out his ribs!

When the owner arrived, a tall dog, as big as a small pony, rushed over. It was Cookie, wagging its tail excitedly and barking at Ren, "Woof woof!"

"This is my guild's officer, Matteo." Ren smiled and introduced.

Ren wasn't bothered by Barnes' change in attitude.

Could this ability be closely related to these fangs? Otherwise, why would the advancement to Beast Priest (Legendary) require the consumption of these Ancient Troll Fangs?

At this moment, the native was covered in blood, with dozens of uneven wounds on his body. Touching him felt like a muddy, stinking mess.

This damn Jenny! How dare she take advantage of Lord Ren so blatantly!

"Hehe, Lord Ren, is this yours?"

Assani smiled and quickly approached Ren, bowing slightly. "Respected Lord Ren, I am Assani of the Akson Trading Caravan. Thank you for helping us resolve our troubles."

"The item is no longer on the rampaging native, but it is likely in the hands of a Swordbearer named Lord Ren. He is currently..."

However, Assani and his followers searched the native thoroughly, but they couldn't find the item.

Ren mainly wanted to see Cookie, Bloodfeather, and the black horse.

"Good! Graham, I always thought you were a pushover, but you're quite brave." Barnes praised Graham, who had developed a small belly, for daring to charge alongside him.

Two griffins landed, their majestic eagle eyes scanning the surroundings.

At the same time, Agatha extended her small hand, curiously inspecting the hollow area of Ren's underwear, her smooth fingers reaching through the holes and caressing his firm chest.

At least this way, he could confirm if the item was still on the body.

Ren had not expected that as soon as he stepped out of the warehouse, he would bump into Graham and Barnes, who had come to provide support.

At that moment, Graham noticed the fine holes on Ren's silver knight armor and asked with concern, "Your Excellency Ren, what happened to your injury?"

Ren's words strictly adhered to the imperial laws and regulations, causing Asani's forehead to break out in a cold sweat, leaving him at a loss for words.

"The Beastmaster (Legendary) might have a new core skill. If we guess based on the Beastmaster (Transcendental) lineage, the new core skill is most likely the ability to contract with more pets."

What a greedy fellow! "Graham, how about this? Under your supervision, we'll check if the item is here. If it's not, there's no need to say more."

A few minutes later, Ren arrived at the stable to check on the black horse.

What a delightful scent!

On a street not far from Ren's residence.

At that moment, a sharp bird cry came from the rooftop, and Blood Feather, whose size was already close to that of an adult swan, swiftly dove down and landed on Ren's muscular arm.

Filck quickly identified the native lying at Ren's feet. After all, the bright feathers in his head and the various lines on his skin made him stand out.

"If it's here, I won't take it. I'll communicate with Baron Ren first. Is that okay with you?" Asani quickly came up with a solution.

"Your Excellency Ren, we're counting on you again, or else the Swordsmen will lose face." Barnes' face showed a pained expression.

Indeed, it was as he had expected.

However, according to a prophecy wizard specialized in a certain auction house, the ancient fang's traces or hiding place were on these surviving natives.

These were his spoils of war, and according to the imperial spoils distribution regulations, whether or not to hand them over depended on his own willingness.

"Oh? An evaluation of three bronze medals?" Ren's eyebrows rose, revealing a hint of joy.

How could she be so familiar with the imperial laws?

If not for the public setting, she might have offered herself to His Excellency Ren right there.

'If you don't come soon, the item will fall into the hands of the Swordsmen.'

"Your Excellency Ren, you are truly the pillar of the empire."

Damn!

"Alright!"

After all, if another emergency situation arose during the subsequent time and he could resolve it smoothly again, the rewards would likely continue to increase.

"Your Excellency Eustace, you too." Graham also acknowledged the other griffin knight.

"You're too kind. As the security advisor of the trade zone, handling such emergencies is within my responsibilities." Ren didn't quite understand the intention of the merchant team leader before him.

"Oh? Redeeming the body?" Ren looked at him in surprise.

"I'd like to search the native. May I?"

"Will it increase the success rate?"

Even if it was his own father, he wouldn't mind a little support. "I'm fine. I'm afraid of hurting you two if I pull my hand out." Ren smiled bitterly.

Seeing Ren and the others leaving, Jenny covered her face in embarrassment.

How could she have imagined that the other party's strength was almost at the level of a senior knight? This was not just the favor of the goddess of luck but the goddess's own son. Finally, the merchant team leader, Asani, saw Graham being called away by his subordinates.

During the battle, Barnes could still hold on, but now, his energy seemed to dissipate, and his injuries appeared to have worsened.

However, the elite slave-catching team under the Aksen Merchant Guild had failed to find this pair of fangs after exterminating the native tribe.

It was impossible for him not to feel envious.

He took out the pair of ancient troll fangs from his waist pouch, emitting a faint glow.

Secondly, the promotion required consuming this pair of ancient troll fangs, which was different from previous promotions.

So, he put the pair of fangs into his waist pouch.

A few minutes later, he spoke, "Graham, our merchant team has an item that was possibly stolen by this native."

Asani's face lit up with joy, and he waved his hand, signaling the two servants behind him to quickly search the native's body.

This made Ren sigh, thinking about the difficulties of living in the provincial capital. It wasn't that the merchant guild lacked funds, but they had invested heavily in renting shops and public relations. Additionally, they needed to retain sufficient capital for working capital, which was why Asani had chosen to purchase this house for temporary residence.

[Note: After advancing to Beast Priest (Legendary), the Beastmaster (Transcendence) profession panel will be replaced.]



The already damaged door now lay in ruins.

As the ancient troll fangs turned to powder, a notification sounded: [Promotion Successful!]



[Beast Priest (Legendary)! Strength +2, Agility +2, Constitution +2, Spirit +3! Obtain Beast Priest (Legendary) core skills: Beast Vigor Lv1 (Passive), Beast Vitality Lv1 (Active), and Control Beast Pack Lv1 (Active).]



Ren hadn't had the chance to examine the details when his expression turned somber, and he asked the door, "Who's out there?"

(End of Chapter)

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