My bloodline is so eager to improve.

"Wait, what are you doing here?"

She looked at Otto, then turned to look at Roxanne, and something seemed to suddenly flash through her mind. Her eyes lit up, she slapped the armrest, and burst into laughter:

Roxanne!

Could this be your and Lance's child?

"That was well hidden!"

Before he could finish speaking, a dark shadow suddenly flew over from the direction of the kitchen.

boom!

A black iron frying pan was smashed with perfect accuracy onto Maeve's forehead.

A single, decisive blow.

Maeve rolled her eyes and collapsed straight into the armchair, motionless.

Just then, Roxanne came out of the kitchen, her hands still covered in flour, as if she had just finished making a midnight snack.

She didn't even glance at Maeve, who was slumped in the chair, as if she were just an insignificant decoration, and greeted the two of them with a smile:

"You're back so late, are you hungry?"

Come over and have something to eat.

She specially made several sandwiches that night and kept them warm by the stove, just so the two of them could have some warm food when they came back.

Otto and Tessa exchanged a glance, both seeing caution in each other's eyes.

The two tiptoed to the long table and sat down, afraid of disturbing anything.

Otto leaned close to Tessa's ear and whispered:

"Priest, what do you think?"

Tessa also replied in a very low voice:

“Guard, I think we’d better not speak.”

Chapter 152 The Deal (First Update, Please Subscribe)

Tessa was genuinely a little frightened.

The aura that Grandma Roxanne released when she threw the frying pan was terrifyingly sharp.

And that's a second-tier grandmaster, a proper necromancer!

Maeve was knocked unconscious by the frying pan before she could even react.

The power and precision are simply astonishing.

Otto, standing nearby, shared the same sentiment.

He grew up in the village and often saw Lance being disciplined by Grandma Roxanne with a frying pan, a scene that haunted his childhood.

He could tell that Grandma Roxanne looked calm on the outside, but she was probably holding back a lot of anger inside.

He didn't want to get involved and become Maeve's punching bag.

However, judging from the situation, the two should be old acquaintances, used to bickering, so nothing serious is likely to happen.

Just as Otto was lost in thought, Roxanne had already brought the heated sandwiches to the two of them.

The bread was baked to a golden brown, filled with smoked meat and vegetables, and smelled delicious.

Otto and Tessa ate their sandwiches quietly, neither daring to speak.

Roxanne spoke first, breaking the silence:

"Maeve has been a friend of mine for many years, so you don't need to mind her."

She came here to ask me for a favor.

"Help?"

Tessa was somewhat surprised.

She had dealt with Maeve before and was well aware of the necromancer's strength.

That's a second-tier grandmaster-level expert, famous in several surrounding city-states. She has a lot of tricks up her sleeve. What trouble could have driven her to this point, making her come all the way to such a remote mountain village for help?

Thinking of this, Tessa asked softly:

"Grandma, what happened to her?"

Roxanne sighed, glancing with a complex expression at Maeve, who was slumped in her chair, her tone tinged with a hint of melancholy:

"Her granddaughter inherited a very troublesome skill from Maeve."

If a perfectly matching extraordinary profession cannot be found, the individual will suffer a backlash from their specialization upon reaching adulthood, resulting in the disintegration of their soul.

Even if they are temporarily safe, once outsiders discover their presence, they will most likely be captured and used as playthings or test subjects.

Roxanne looked at Maeve, who was slumped in the chair as if unconscious, and snorted irritably:

"Alright, stop pretending."

The monk's constitution is indeed weak, but surely he wouldn't faint from just one bite of a frying pan.

As soon as she finished speaking, Maeve, who had been lying motionless, suddenly opened her eyes.

She sat up, rubbing her forehead, hissing and drawing in cool air, muttering:

"You old hag, you went too far!"

If you smash my head in and make me stupid, who's going to give it to you?

She stopped speaking before she could finish.

Roxanne, however, didn't seem to care at all. She chuckled twice and teased, "..."

"Oh dear, Sister Maeve, what are you saying?"

I'm actually a few years younger than you.

The tone sounded polite, but it actually carried a hint of schadenfreude.

The two of them always bicker and tease each other; this has always been their way of getting along.

But while we're joking around, we still need to get down to business.

Seeing that it was already late at night, Roxanne put away her joking tone and said to Maeve seriously:

I know about your situation.

I will keep an eye out for extraordinary professions related to the soul.

However, you also know that these kinds of professions are rare, and you require someone to be at a perfect level, and not a necromancer apprentice. It will probably take a lot of effort to find one in a short time.

Otto, who was eating a sandwich nearby, became interested after hearing about the extraordinary professions related to the soul.

He asked:

"Grandma, is the soul-type extraordinary profession that Ms. Maeve needs very special?"

What conditions are required?

Seeing Otto's interest, Roxanne waved her hand and explained:

"It's not that special, it's just rare."

Extraordinary professions related to the soul have a strong stabilizing effect on mental strength and can gradually increase the strength of the soul, which is very beneficial to those who walk the path of the extraordinary.

Unfortunately, these kinds of professions are extremely rare, and their transmission is shrouded in secrecy. Even I haven't had much contact with them, and I don't have much information about them.

She added somewhat helplessly:

“If Zane were in the village, he might have some clues.”

Now I'm all alone in the village, so Maeve will just have to wait.

Just as Roxanne was feeling a little regretful, Otto suddenly spoke up:

"Have you ever heard of the profession of Spirit Master?"

He put down the sandwich in his hand and looked at the two of them:

"When I was on a mission before, I killed a Crimson Shaman with a Paladin and obtained his complete class inheritance."

The first-tier transcendental profession of that scarlet shaman is the Spirit Master.

This is a purely soul-based profession, perfectly aligned with the soul path, and a perfect profession capable of elevating six levels of life.

Otto was well aware of the rarity of perfect professions.

Most extraordinary professions are at the ordinary level, only allowing advancement to three or four life levels. Professions with perfect levels are extremely rare, and each one is a highly sought-after item.

Since the Spirit Master possesses a perfect level and is purely focused on the soul, he should perfectly meet Maeve's requirements.

After listening to Otto's general explanation, Maeve's eyes lit up, like a hungry wolf seeing meat.

She immediately stood up from her chair, rushed to Otto in a few steps, grabbed his arm, and her voice trembled with excitement:

"Young man, meeting you is truly my good fortune."

Tell me, what conditions do you want for me to pass on this profession to you?

Is it King Thorne?

Any amount is negotiable.

Do you still want a necromancer?

I can sculpt the perfect shape for you, guaranteed to be sturdy and easy to use.

As she spoke, she unconsciously pinched Otto's arm.

The fingertips felt hard to the touch; the muscles were as solid as steel, with smooth lines and full of power.

Feeling the hard texture, Maeve's eyes brightened even more, her mouth almost watered, and her tone even carried a hint of ambiguity.

"Of course, if you want me, that's not impossible. Sister Maeve will teach you properly in Roxanne's place."

Upon hearing this, Roxanne, who was standing nearby, looked on in disbelief.

She couldn't tell whether the woman was there to negotiate a deal or to take advantage of the situation.

Seeing that Maeve's words were becoming increasingly absurd, Roxanne quickly interrupted and offered a compromise:

"Alright, stop making a scene."

"How about this: Otto will pass on his necromancer lineage to you, and you can teach him orthodox meditation methods, and then introduce him to basic esoteric knowledge. Consider it an exchange. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Maeve paused for a moment, looked Otto up and down a few times, and asked in confusion:

"Is he a Dharma apprentice?"

No, that doesn't seem right. His aura is off, and where would a monk get such a robust physique?

The monks I've slept with, none of them were very interesting.

But Roxanne simply shook her head and said:

"He is a Fire Seed Iron Guardian, who walks a hybrid path of extraordinary abilities and possesses professional magic."

He has a strong soul and a good foundation in mental power, and has the potential to become a weapon mage in the future.

Teaching him traditional meditation methods gives him another option.

Otto had previously discussed his career plans with Roxanne, and also mentioned his strong willpower and ability to frequently activate his divinely bestowed abilities.

Roxanne knew in her heart that meditation was the foundation of a sorcerer and the most orthodox method for enhancing spiritual power and refining the soul.

As a master necromancer, Maeve must possess a number of top-notch meditation techniques.

Receiving the meditation technique from her would be of great benefit to Otto.

That's why she used this deal to give Otto a chance.

Chapter 153 The Divine Prostitute and the Horrific Physique (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

It's important to know that necromancers are among the most elite and have the highest skill thresholds of all mage factions.