The adventurer at the bottom is fantasizing again.

"Just lucky."

Lorraine ate the stewed meat heartily. He never neglected his stomach; now that he had money, he had to eat well.

He felt that he had hardly eaten a decent meal since he transmigrated; he was either gnawing on black bread in the slums or struggling to survive in the wilderness.

"That's pretty good too. How about taking on a couple more missions?" Haif asked with a smile.

"Take a break, take a break."

Lorraine waved her hand.

Then, out of curiosity, he asked, "By the way... how does one become a professional?"

Haifu raised an eyebrow and said in surprise, "You're actually not?"

He plopped down next to Lorraine and continued, "To be able to take down a group of giant rats all by yourself without even becoming a professional is no easy feat."

"Haha..." Now it was Lorraine's turn to change the subject, "Luckily, they were burned to death."

"As for professionals... there isn't really a unified standard, and the guild's evaluation of professionals is rather vague."

Haifu organized his thoughts and explained:

"Generally speaking, we view professionals as people who have embarked on an extraordinary path."

"For example, a warrior walks the path of 'valor,' while a mage walks the path of 'truth.' Anyone who has embarked on such a path can, in effect, call themselves a professional."

Lorraine put down her spoon, staring at him blankly, and asked, "Why does this sound a bit abstract?"

Haifu chuckled and then said, "Abstract? It is somewhat abstract."

"Therefore, to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the situation, the guild has set a 'threshold' for determining whether someone is a professional. These are some requirements. Once you meet those requirements, we will recognize you as a professional."

"What are your requirements?" Lorraine asked curiously.

"Take a soldier for example. First, you must master a suitable weapon, whatever it is, even a pitchfork will do."

"The most difficult part is next. You must master the martial arts of a warrior class and become proficient in them."

"I understand that, charging in... taunting and all that." Lorraine nodded thoughtfully, "But how do you determine if someone is proficient?"

"Most recorded combat techniques have their own standards for evaluation. If you master a combat technique that no one has ever used before, you can apply to the association. Not only will you receive a monetary reward, but you can also specify the standard for 'proficiency' yourself."

"If someone can use any weapon and master any combat technique, then there must be many professionals in the world, right?" Lorraine asked doubtfully.

Based on this, he may have already killed a professional, namely the adventurer Sauron who ambushed him. It's just unknown whether his charge attack has reached a proficient level.

Furthermore, Piper also seems to possess the Barbarian's rage, though it doesn't seem very stable.

Haif poured himself a glass of ice-cold beer and said as he drank, "On the contrary, in a small town like Shallow Beach with only a few thousand people, there might not be a single professional."

He sighed, as if recalling something: "There are very few talented people, and among them, even fewer are aware that they possess this potential."

"Besides, even if you realize your potential, learning martial arts still requires many years of practice. Does a mage know magic by birth? No, they have to study magical theory, practice spells one by one, make their own staffs, and learn to communicate with the magic network..."

"What if someone wields a sword but knows magic instead of martial arts?" Lorraine frowned slightly.

If you can't use a staff, or you don't know any warrior skills, what kind of person are you?

"That would make it difficult for us to define his professional scope, but that wouldn't diminish his strength. Since most certified professionals wear their badges on their chests to signify their status, you need to be even more careful."

"Perhaps the elderly mage you encounter, wearing the 'official' rank badge, is actually a legendary warrior who can only cast light spells, yet wields a staff weighing tens of thousands of pounds."

Lorraine twitched the corner of her mouth.

That legend has a rather wicked sense of humor...

"However, there have actually been precedents of what you described that have been recognized by the world's rules. They are called—Sword Singers."

Haifu looked at the young man in front of him with some envy.

He looks like he's only in his early twenties, and he can already cast spells?

He's probably just a wild mage who knows a few tricks. He doesn't look like a student from a mage academy. How could a mage be so poor?

"Recognized by the world's rules? What is that?" Lorraine was even more puzzled.

"I don't know either, but you'll feel it the moment you're recognized. According to professionals who have reached the 'Transcendent' level, you'll feel the world's blessings."

Haifu rubbed his face with his hands, his expression longing, and then he explained:

"Oh right, professionals are divided into five ranks."

"If you have your own specialty and can skillfully use a certain combat technique, then you can register with the guild as a 'formal' rank."

"Subsequently, once at least three combat skills reach the mastery level, one can be promoted to 'Elite'."

"If you are fortunate enough to possess some talent and can elevate a certain combat skill to the Master level, you can be promoted to 'Senior'."

"Up to that level, your skills will have transcended the ordinary, and your path will have been recognized by the rules of the world. We call such people 'transcendent'."

"Then there's the most powerful and mysterious 'Legendary' tier, which I don't understand."

Lorraine carefully considered what the other person said, then asked curiously, "The sword chanter you mentioned?...

Haha, I knew this kid would ask.

Haif grinned, stroking his beard, and said, "His name is Isviren Selsherin, and he's said to have already reached the 'Legendary' rank."

"Does the name sound like an elf?"

"Yes, a high elf. In fact, the vast majority of sword chanters after that were elves. Mortals cannot live long, let alone be proficient in both magic and swordsmanship."

Haif explained.

"I see..." Lorraine exhaled.

But then he had some new doubts.

"What if a mage doesn't need to rely on any magic net or staff when casting spells? How should he be ranked in that case?" he asked.

"Then he's either a 'legendary' mage or a warlock." Haif's eyes became somewhat complicated.

It turned out to be a sorcerer... He had almost forgotten about such a rare item.

Lorraine noticed the change in Hef's expression and quickly asked, "A warlock?"

His only impression of this title was Gul'dan, but he neither knew any evil magic nor was he covered in green light, so how could he be considered a warlock?

He didn't want to be burned as a heretic.

Haif suddenly didn't know whether to feel jealous or pity.

"Yes, there are many types of warlocks. But regardless of the type, they don't need to learn how to use magic networks; they are born with the magic they are born with."

He hesitated for two seconds before continuing:

"But... this is both a blessing and a curse."

When you are born with a certain power, you no longer want to explore it further. Just as people don't investigate why they can walk, sorcerers rarely study where their power comes from.

Therefore, while "legendary" mages exist in this world, even "transcendent" level warlocks are rare.

Haifu shook his head and did not continue.