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Chapter 105 The Hunting Target (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

Clearly, Tessa is very concerned about this promotion assessment.

She kept grinding the gleaming wooden floor of the Adventurers' Guild with the toe of her boot, the wood grain scattering a layer of fine wood shavings under her repeated rubbing.

She turned her head and nudged Otto beside her with her elbow, her urging tone carrying an undisguised impatience: "Hurry up, hurry up, don't dawdle, or the lottery tubes will be snatched up by others."

Otto sighed helplessly, letting her pull his wrist as they walked through the bustling crowd together.

After a short while, the two finally squeezed to the center of the assessment area, and Phyllis took out an antique wooden lottery tube from the counter.

She looked at Otto and Tessa in front of her, and immediately smiled gently, handing the lottery tube forward: "Are you two ready?"

The upgrade assessment commission is all included in this document.

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Tessa didn't reach out to take it. Instead, she took a half step back, patted Otto's shoulder, and gave him an awkward but polite smile.

The smile was just right; the curve of her lips and the angle of her eyes seemed to have been carefully calculated, perfectly concealing the cunning that flashed in her eyes.

"My luck is terrible, you should do it."

Her voice carried a hint of genuine helplessness.

"Eileen said you've always been lucky, and this kind of thing should be left to lucky people."

Otto's lips twitched involuntarily as he looked at her serious expression.

He knew, of course, what Tessa was thinking, and he also knew that this draw was not a matter of luck at all.

As early as last night, that old fox Micah had secretly told him that the commission for this upgrade assessment had already been decided by Eileen, and the lottery was just a formality.

It feels like when you bought a lottery ticket in your past life, you clearly traveled back in time, accurately memorized the winning numbers, and bought the ticket with high expectations, only to find out when the draw was held that the winning numbers weren't the ones you remembered at all.

All the effort and preparation turned into a joke; the gears of fate always turn on their own track, allowing no interference whatsoever.

Just as Otto was secretly grumbling to himself, Phyllis had already handed the lottery tube forward again, her smile still gentle: "Mr. Otto, please."

Seeing this, Otto didn't hesitate any longer. In any case, the result of the draw was already determined, and there was no point in thinking about it any further.

He reached out and slowly inserted his hand into the lottery tube.

The cool, wooden touch traveled from his fingertips, the uneven walls of the tube brushed against his skin, and the wooden skewers inside collided with each other, making a crisp, pleasant rustling sound.

The adventurers around stopped what they were doing and turned their curious gazes toward them.

For all novice adventurers, upgrading from Log to Blackrock is a crucial step in their career.

This is not just a promotion in rank, but a symbol of status and power.

Only by becoming a Blackrock-level adventurer can one accept more rewarding and dangerous commissions, and truly step into the adventurer's profession.

As for Tessa, she simply leaned against Otto, casually fiddling with her signature hammer and cane.

The hammer and staff gleamed faintly under the light, looking like a torch that was about to go out.

Her face wore an indifferent expression, as if the person drawing the lot was not Otto, but a complete stranger.

After a while, she slowly asked, "What did you draw?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it reached Otto's ears clearly.

The moment Otto's hand reached into the lottery tube, he immediately sensed something was amiss.

A wooden stick seemed to be imbued with some kind of magic, sticking firmly to his fingertip, no matter how hard he shook it, he couldn't get rid of it.

Otto understood; this was probably Eileen's arrangement.

He immediately took the opportunity to pull out the wooden stick.

The surface of the wooden stick was marked with a line of neat charcoal writing, the ink still slightly damp.

In the southern part of the Silverfrost Mountains, two adult rock-skinned lizards were hunted, and their hearts were removed as a sign of a successful hunt.

Upon seeing the words "rock-skinned lizard," Otto immediately wore a strange expression.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Tessa beside him.

Tessa's calm demeanor was instantly shattered upon seeing the contents of the wooden slip.

Her eyes widened, her mouth slightly agape, revealing an expression of disbelief and shock.

She snatched the wooden stick from Otto's hand and examined it repeatedly, as if she couldn't believe her eyes.

"Rockskin Lizard?"

Her voice suddenly rose eight octaves, becoming so sharp it almost pierced eardrums.

"That's an incredibly dangerous monster from the southern part of the Silverfrost Mountains!"

As Tessa spoke, she put away the amulet at her waist.

Her voice was loud enough for everyone in the Adventurers' Guild to hear, her face filled with panic and fear, as if they had drawn not a quest to hunt two rock-skinned lizards, but a challenge to a legendary dragon.

Upon hearing the words "Rock-skinned Lizard," the surrounding adventurers all gasped in surprise.

They whispered amongst themselves, their eyes filled with sympathy and regret as they looked at Otto and Tessa.

"What terrible luck! I actually drew a medium-sized monster from a quest."

"Yes, a fully grown rock-skinned lizard can rival a true warrior in strength alone, let alone hunting two."

"I think they're in trouble this time. They might even lose their lives in the Silverfrost Mountains."

"Maybe we should just give up. There will be another chance to upgrade, but if you lose your life, you'll lose everything."

Various opinions reached Otto's ears, some sympathetic, some regretful, and some gloating.

But Otto seemed not to hear, his face expressionless.

He simply took the wooden stick back from Tessa and gently placed it on the table.

Phyllis held the lottery tube, looking at Otto in front of her with worry in her eyes.

She took a step forward and said softly, "I believe Mr. Otto can do it."

The upgrade assessment period is three days, please pay attention to the time.

Although this hunting commission was indeed difficult, Phyllis believed that Otto would always find a way.

Her voice was gentle yet firm, carrying a calming power.

Otto simply nodded slightly at her without saying anything more.

He turned around, picked up the backpack beside him, and said to Tessa, who was still pretending to be panicked, "Let's go, pack our things, we should leave."

After saying that, he walked towards the gate of the Adventurers' Guild without looking back.

Seeing this, Tessa quickly suppressed her panic and followed after him.

The two went to a corner and quickly packed their belongings.

Otto checked everything and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the iron sword, oak shield, some necessary medicines, and dry rations were all packed into his backpack.

He then checked the Eye of Callum in his spatial pocket.

The silver necklace lay quietly on the black velvet cloth, its surface gleaming with an eerie luster.

Otto looked at it, his expression becoming complicated.

"I hope I won't need it."

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