My bloodline is so eager to improve.

"Moreover, the side effects of Divine Punishment are too deadly. If you are ambushed after using it, you won't even have the strength to fight back."

Upon hearing this, Tessa quickly waved her hand in explanation:

"Oh, that was a special case last time!"

Eileen underestimated her opponent!

She originally thought that Grak was just the shaman's trump card, but she didn't expect to encounter the incarnation of the primordial demon in a remote place, so she poured all her power into the divine punishment.

If it were any other demon incarnation, Eileen would still have the strength to clean up the mess even after using up her divine punishment!

It was definitely not Callum who abandoned his paladin!

She was afraid that Otto would leave a bad impression on Callum, so she hurriedly defended Eileen, her little face tense up.

Otto smiled at her serious expression and nodded to indicate that he understood.

"That's right."

He suddenly remembered the topic they had just discussed.

"You just mentioned the Three Horsemen of Destiny. Besides the Holy Knights, what are the other two?"

Since these are the three most powerful master classes in the knight system, it's always good to know more about them.

Seeing that he was no longer dwelling on the side effects of the paladin, Tessa breathed a sigh of relief and continued:

"The other two are the Beast Rider and the Moral Rider."

These three types of master-level knights are collectively known as the Three Knights of Destiny.

You already know about the Paladin. As for the other two, well, their potential is very high, but their skill floor is also very low.

If one could reach the maximum potential, their power would be no less than that of a paladin, but most people get stuck halfway through and never reach the top level in their entire lives.

Upon hearing this, Otto became interested.

Tell me about it.

The carriage bumped along the country dirt road. The morning mist gradually dissipated, and glistening dewdrops clung to the roadside weeds. In the distant fields, farmers had already begun their work.

Tessa leaned against the carriage wall, gazing at the leisurely scenery outside the window, while recalling the snippets she had heard from Eileen, which she slowly recounted to Otto.

"The three types of master-level masters are actually just different in their focus."

Beast Rider, as the name suggests, emphasizes riding.

Tessa slowly explained:

"Beast riders can form soul contracts with powerful creatures, making them their mounts for joint combat."

The rider and his mount are of one mind, and when they work together, their power is greatly amplified.

The top of the beast riders are the dragon riders.

They made a pact with the dragon as their partner, and their power was naturally enough to rival that of the paladins.

However, the Beast Knight's weaknesses are also obvious.

Tessa shrugged.

"The upper limit depends entirely on the quality of your mount."

The level of one's life that can be elevated also depends entirely on one's contracted partners.

If you can only contract a wolf or a warhorse, then you're just an ordinary cavalryman, not much different from a regular knight.

Moreover, the risks of creatures with strong contracts are extremely high; a misstep can backfire, so the difference between the upper and lower limits is enormous.

Moreover, the cost of training a mount is extremely high, far beyond the reach of ordinary superhumans.

Otto nodded.

This profession sounds interesting, but it's also very resource-intensive and time-consuming.

For mythical creatures like dragons, let alone forming a contract, even meeting one is difficult; they are simply unattainable for ordinary people.

"And what about the wicked knight?"

He asked again.

Upon hearing the words "wicked knight," Tessa's brows furrowed immediately, a clear look of disgust flashing in her eyes. She simply said sullenly:

"The wicked knight is the opposite of the holy knight."

Chapter 133 The Evil Knight (Third Update, Please Subscribe)

Tessa's tone grew increasingly cold as she mentioned the Evil Knight.

"They do not believe in the true God, but instead take the evil God as the source of their faith."

By completing the trials and tests of the evil god, one gains the power of the Evil Knight.

To increase their power and advance to a higher level of life, they must commit corresponding evil deeds.

They please the evil god with evil deeds in exchange for greater power.

That's why they were called the Knights of Evil.

Tessa pursed her lips.

"They are the focus of the Tribunal for Heresy's vigilance."

However, it must be acknowledged that the power gained through evil deeds has an extremely strong feedback effect. Top-tier evil knights do indeed possess the strength to confront paladins head-on, which is why they can be ranked alongside paladins and beast riders as one of the three great classes.

Tessa could tell that Otto was systematically learning about the various master classes in preparation for future advancement.

She tried to explain everything she knew clearly so that he could make a comprehensive judgment.

After saying this, she comforted him further:

"Actually, you don't need to be in too much of a hurry."

For an ordinary professional to fully develop their skills in an extraordinary profession, it would take at least five or six years. You're just starting out; you have plenty of time to choose carefully.

At this point, Tessa raised her chin slightly, a smug smile appearing on her face:

"However, I'm different."

I've almost mastered the extraordinary profession in just three years.

Just one last step, and I'll be able to reach the Grandmaster class.

The young priestess's eyes sparkled, carrying a hint of pride.

Having reached the level of a Grandmaster in three years, she is considered a top genius in the Divine Ritual Academy, and she certainly has the right to be proud.

Otto smiled but didn't say anything.

Having five career options in mind, he can slowly gather information and make his choice, which is never a bad thing.

The magical ape remained quietly in his mind, making no sound, clearly approving of his prudent approach.

The two chatted as they traveled for about half an hour before finally coming to a stop.

"Guest, we have arrived at the Raven Cemetery."

The driver's voice came from outside.

Otto put his thoughts aside and got off the carriage with Tessa.

The raven cemetery remains as desolate and dilapidated as ever.

The crooked tombstone stands amidst the withered weeds, and several old, withered trees stretch out their bare branches like hands reaching towards the sky.

Several crows perched on the branches, emitting hoarse cries.

A gust of wind blew, stirring up the withered leaves on the ground, and a cold, damp atmosphere filled the air.

But the flow of magic here is clearly different from when I last came.

The chill was even more intense, as if a fine, icy chill was floating in the air, and even the sunlight that shone in carried a hazy, cold feeling.

As a priestess, Tessa is particularly sensitive to negative energy.

She frowned slightly and raised her hand to grasp the holy emblem on her chest:

"The necromantic aura here is much stronger than last time."

The number of wandering spirits around had also increased.

"normal."

Otto strode into the cemetery, his footsteps rustling on the fallen leaves.

“Juliet is transforming; it must be due to her influence.”

Tessa followed behind him, but she felt a little worried.

It's hard to say what direction the undead will take in their transformation. When a ghost transforms, it either completely loses its mind and becomes a monster that attacks humans.

They will either transform into a necromancer-like fantasy species, possessing even greater power.

Even among the fantasy species, many undead species are born with a hatred for humans.

If she could, she hoped that the kind ghost who had once helped Otto would not turn against humanity.

If it really comes to that, as a priestess, she will have no choice but to take action.

This is the rule of the temple and the duty of the priests.

Tessa, lost in thought, followed Otto all the way to Juliet's tombstone deep in the cemetery.

Otto stood before the tombstone, gently placed the rolled-up contract on the stone pedestal, and softly called out:

"Juliet, are you there?"

I've delivered the contract.

A moment after the words were spoken, the air in front of the tombstone distorted slightly, and a phantom figure slowly emerged.

Juliet's figure was more solid than before, but the hem of her skirt shimmered faintly, as if tiny specks of light were constantly scattering and recombine—a typical sign of transformation.

She floated in mid-air, looking at Otto, her tone languid:

"It's that contract we talked about before. I thought you wouldn't be here for a while."

The transformation process of the undead is long and boring. She can only guard her own corpse every day, with no one to talk to.

Otto came over to deliver the contract, and we could chat while we were at it, which helped relieve some of the boredom.

She reached out and picked up the contract from the stone platform, her ethereal fingers flipping through the clauses on the parchment.

The contract was fair, without any harsh traps or coercive restrictions, which was consistent with Otto's usual style of doing things.

After reading it, Juliet's fingertips condensed into a point of shimmering white light, a wisp of core power that constituted the origin of her ghostly essence.

The light fell on the signature page of the contract, transforming into a delicate name:

Juliette Viola.

The moment the name was written, a faint glow appeared on the contract, then disappeared.

The soul contract was officially established.

"All right."

Juliet clapped her hands and looked at Otto with a smile.

"Now I am your contracted creature."

"How about coming over for a cup of tea?"

She pointed to her own grave, her eyebrows curving upwards:

“My house is quite big, but it’s a bit damp, so it’s a little shabby to entertain guests.”

Clearly, Juliet has been in a good mood lately and is now able to exchange a few lame jokes with Otto.

But Otto waved his hand helplessly:

"I'm sorry, beautiful lady, I'm afraid I don't have time today."

We still need to hurry to Lot Village, but we'll stop by to deliver the contract to you.

He briefly explained his plans: he would take the wolf girl back to Lot Village to recuperate, find the village elders to help take care of her, and teach her human language and common sense.