My bloodline is so eager to improve.

In his original understanding, the adventurers were cheering because they had found a more lucrative job.

After all, with that divine punishment, the monsters around will be much quieter, and the number of all kinds of quests will surge, which is indeed good news for adventurers who make a living from quests.

But Eileen shook her head, her tone carrying a subtle hint of seriousness:

"That little bit of compensation is just a bonus."

The real reason is that you are the first person in the 665-year history of the Kingdom of Thorne to directly defeat the primordial demonic incarnation.

"what?"

Otto's eyes widened in disbelief, finding the statement utterly absurd.

Hundreds of years?

The Kingdom of Thorne has been established for hundreds of years. Has no one ever defeated these demon incarnations?

"That's impossible."

He subconsciously retorted.

"Lina's situation shows that this is not the first time the demon incarnation has appeared."

Haven't they been repelled at all in the past few centuries?

A hint of regret appeared on Eileen's face, and she nodded slightly:

"You're right, the embodiment of evil disrupts peace and is a very troublesome presence."

We can deal with ordinary demonic entities or high-level demonic incarnations.

But the incarnations of the primordial demons are different; for the past few hundred years, all we could do was expel and seal them away.

No one has ever been able to kill the avatar of the primordial demon head-on, even if their power is far less than one ten-thousandth of the original. The avatars still carry a trace of the original power.

Ordinary attacks can only defeat their physical form, but cannot kill their essence, thus failing to complete a true exorcism ritual.

She reached out and stroked a silver badge on the table, the emblem of the Knights of Judgment, engraved with the sword of law and the scales.

Looking at her emblem, Eileen spoke again, her voice calm yet heavy:

"According to the records of the Tribunal over the centuries, the only way we can deal with the incarnations of the original demons is to set up a barrier to trap them, seal them in a specially made prison, and quietly wait for the incarnations to run out of their natural lifespan."

For some reason, all the incarnations of the primordial demons only appear in human form. Once this human body reaches the end of its life cycle, the incarnation disintegrates, and their origins automatically return to their original form in the abyss.

This is the only method we know that can effectively exorcise the primordial demonic incarnation.

That's why I set up a barrier immediately.

Eileen looked at Otto, her eyes filled with genuine astonishment.

"My original plan was to stall the Purple of Hunger until the Tribunal's reinforcements arrived, then work together to seal Lina away and wear her down until her life cycle ended."

But I never expected that you would defeat Hungry Purple in such a miraculous way.

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The candlelight reflected in Eileen's eyes, the flickering light suggesting a miracle.

She looked at the astonished young man before her, her tone now filled with undisguised admiration:

"This is an unprecedented achievement, a miracle worthy of being recorded in the annals of the Kingdom of Thorne and engraved on the monument of honor of the Inquisition."

Young man, it won't be long before this news spreads throughout the entire kingdom.

All cults, noble families, and adventurers' guilds will remember your name.

She stood up and patted Otto on the shoulder:

"Take a good rest while the storm hasn't completely subsided in the next few days."

Cheer up, you're a celebrity now.

After saying this, Eileen turned and left the room with Tessa, telling Otto to rest early, since he had to set off for Lot Village early the next morning and needed to be well-rested.

The office door closed gently, leaving Otto alone in the room.

The candlelight crackled and burned, and candle tears slowly trickled down the candlestick. Eileen's words echoed in his mind like a gentle breeze, disturbing his peace of mind and keeping him wide awake.

The situation was critical at the time, and he was only thinking about saving people and exorcising demons. He used every means possible and never thought about the consequences.

I thought that once I drove away the demon, everything would be fine, but little did I know that the trouble was just beginning.

The mark of hunger purple is like a thin thorn stuck in my heart, and I don't know when it will flare up.

The title of 'Number One Person in the Kingdom' made his scalp tingle.

In fact, when he decided to become an adventurer, he also thought about building a reputation and making a name for himself, doing tasks step by step, leveling up, and gradually spreading his fame so that high-level commissions would naturally come to him.

But he never dreamed that he would become famous overnight in this way, defeating the primordial demon in a head-on battle. It all sounded like a legendary story made up by a bard.

"It's over."

Otto sat slumped in the chair, raising his hand to cover his face.

"I can't even imagine what kind of story the bards will tell me!"

He sighed self-deprecatingly, stood up and left the office, went up to the second floor of the Adventurers' Guild, and randomly found a room.

He walked to the bedside to rest; no matter how many worries he had, he still needed to sleep.

He's never been the type to lose sleep over things that haven't happened yet. If the sky is falling, he'll just sleep it off first; there's always a solution than trouble.

Otto took off his coat and lay down in the soft bedding.

Scattered laughter drifted from the tavern downstairs outside the window, and the occasional footsteps of night patrolmen echoed across the stone path in the distance.

He went through tomorrow's schedule in his mind, and as he thought about it, drowsiness gradually crept in, and his eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, a fluttering sound of wings suddenly rang in his ears, so close it seemed to be right next to him.

Otto suddenly opened his eyes and struggled to sit up.

The surroundings were no longer the warm guest rooms; thick white fog rolled in from all directions, enveloping everything in a hazy mist. Beneath their feet lay cold, damp stone slabs, and the air was filled with a cool, pungent smell of old lamp oil.

He sighed helplessly, his tone filled with a sense of utter despair:

"I knew it, I just couldn't get a good night's sleep!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a hoarse caw came from overhead.

Otto looked up and saw the familiar black crow circling above the mist, its dark feathers appearing and disappearing in the fog like a moving, ominous shadow.

"Alright, alright."

Otto shrugged at the crow.

"What's going on this time?"

Hurry up and finish what you've said, can I go back to sleep?

Haven't I already avenged that priest?

Now that you've dealt with Hungry Purple's problem, you should at least give me some time to leave work, right?

He grumbled and complained that it was the same last time; he was sleeping soundly when he was pulled into a misty space, where he was subjected to both trials and blessings.

The Lantern Goddess Felicity looks quite dignified and solemn, so why does she always choose to do things when people are sleeping? Couldn't she choose daytime?

But the crow seemed to understand his complaint. It let out a low cry, swooped down, and with a flap of its wings, slammed it squarely into Otto's face.

Otto was stunned by the slap and before he could react, a warm spark fell from the crow's claw and pierced his forehead.

In an instant, a massive flow of information surged into his mind like a tidal wave.

A solemn and dignified hymn, indistinguishable from male to female, seemed to echo in my ears, layer upon layer, reverberating endlessly in the mist:

"Beautiful Felicity!"

Praise be to the goddess of lanterns and mist!

Accompanied by praise, the scattered knowledge quickly coalesced and materialized, transforming into lines of clear, silvery text, which were imprinted deep within his consciousness.

[Second-Tier Grandmaster Class: Mist Knight (0/11)]

When a practitioner perfects their skill in this profession, their intelligence, spirit, and agility attributes will be enhanced.

[Class Combat Skill: Divine Punishment]

[Effect: Appeals to the Lantern Goddess Felicity for divine retribution.]

[Job Requirements: Accept and successfully complete Felicity's trials, swearing to become Felicity's hands and feet on earth, serving the goddess for eternity.]

At the same time, the prompt from the Magic Ape also appeared.

[Analysis by the Spellcaster Ape indicates that this class belongs to the Paladin system and has good quality.]

Just as this unfamiliar knowledge appeared, Otto felt a slight burning sensation between his brows, and then his consciousness began to sink, the mist and the raven gradually fading away. The last thing he heard was the raven's hoarse but clear declaration:

“Follower of Felicity, you are qualified to be one of us knights.”

The next second, Otto suddenly opened his eyes.

The familiar guest room ceiling came into view, and the first light of dawn was breaking outside the window. The soft morning light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting a pale, dappled shadow on the floor.

He sat on the bed, took a deep breath, and his back was slightly sweaty.

The dream I just had was so real; the job information is still clearly etched in my mind, every word is crystal clear, it definitely doesn't feel like a hallucination.

Otto leaned against the headboard, slowly processing the information he had just received.

He now has clear leads on two master-level professions.

Crimson Shaman, and Mist Knight.

Of the five career paths recommended to him by the Spellcaster Ape, shaman and paladin were both included.

The Scarlet Shaman's advantage lies in its unorthodox methods and its class spells have a special effect on spirits, but its disadvantage is also obvious: the direction of life level improvement is too one-dimensional.

Moreover, considering the nature of the profession, it probably requires the Spirit Master system to unleash its full power, which is too limiting. Otto doesn't like this indescribable path.

As for the Mist Knights within the Paladin system, Otto knew too little about the Paladins as a whole, only having information on this one branch, and was unable to judge the merits of the entire system.

Taking the job rashly is clearly not a wise move.

But then Otto suddenly realized that he seemed to have someone he could ask for advice on this matter.

"By the way, isn't Eileen a paladin?"

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Otto's eyes lit up.

Eileen is a Knight of Judgment, a legitimate paladin of Callum, so she must be very familiar with the entire paladin system.

She's in the guild right now, so why don't we just go ask her?

Thinking of this, Otto immediately threw off the covers, got out of bed, dressed, opened the door, and went down the stairs to the first floor.

The Adventurers' Guild wasn't lively yet in the early morning; only a few early-rising long-distance adventurers sat in a corner, munching on dry bread and chatting quietly about their journey.

Phyllis was behind the adventurer's counter, her head bowed as she sorted through yesterday's task ledger. The pen scratched across the parchment, and the morning light fell on her hair, gilding it with a soft gold.

Good morning, Phyllis.

Otto walked over and knocked on the counter.

Where is Eileen?

I need to speak with her about something.

Phyllis looked up, saw it was him, her eyes lit up for a moment, then she shook her head again:

"Lady Eileen hasn't arrived yet. If she doesn't have anything to do, she usually sleeps until noon before coming to the guild."

"What's wrong? Is it urgent that you need to see her?"

Otto was somewhat disappointed upon hearing this.

It seems I won't make it in time; I'll have to wait until I get back from Lot Village to ask again.

"It's not too urgent."

Otto smiled.