I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

She whispered, as if confirming something.

"It seems this is fate."

Fate?

What destiny?

Lynn had absolutely no idea what she was talking about.

The female knight stopped looking at him and instead turned her gaze to the city center.

"Let's go to the Mage Tower."

She suddenly spoke.

"Beneath that lies the secret of this city."

After saying that, she didn't linger. She squeezed the horse's flanks with her legs, and the pure white warhorse turned around, transforming into a white shadow and disappearing at the end of the street.

They came suddenly and left just as abruptly.

Lynn stood there, staring in the direction she had left, and remained in a daze for a long time.

They're... gone?

He didn't question the source of his abilities, nor did he resort to any coercion or pressure.

He just left behind a nonsensical sentence and then left so nonchalantly?

"Danger is over, meow?"

The cat, Bai Bai, peeked its little head out from behind the ruins on the other side and asked timidly.

"Yes, it's off."

Lynn breathed a sigh of relief, her tense nerves finally relaxing.

Once the dust settled, the mercenaries, merchants, and residents who had been watching from a distance mustered their courage and gathered around.

They ignored Lynn and Cat White and went straight to the pool of flesh and blood that was no longer recognizable.

"Pah! Simon, you bastard, you've finally met your match!"

"Good riddance! My sister was taken away by his men."

"They should have died long ago! Chaos City is in turmoil because of scum like them!"

Angry curses rose and fell as people surrounded Simon's corpse, making no attempt to hide their hatred, spitting phlegm onto the rotting flesh.

Lynn watched this scene silently, feeling nothing.

That's just how the world works: the strong prey on the weak, and those who commit many evils will one day face retribution.

"So that female knight is really powerful. I thought she was just a madwoman."

In the crowd, a burly mercenary wiped the sweat from his brow and said with lingering fear.

madman?

Lynn keenly grasped the meaning of that word.

He walked up to the mercenary and asked him directly.

"What do you mean?"

The mercenary was startled by the sudden conversation, but when he turned around and saw it was Lynn, his attitude immediately became respectful.

After all, the person in front of them was someone who dared to confront Simon head-on and survive.

"My lord, you are unaware of the truth."

The mercenary was flattered and quickly explained.

"That female knight has been in Chaos City for a long time. We all know she is powerful because many blind bandits have their eyes on her equipment and want to make a fortune, but she has killed them all cleanly and efficiently."

"But...we had no idea that she was so powerful that she could even kill such a terrifying and invincible monster."

Lynn nodded and pressed for the most crucial question.

"Didn't you say she was a madwoman?"

"Yup!"

The mercenary slapped his thigh and lowered his voice.

"She came to the city about a year ago. On her first day in the city, she stared intently at the mage tower."

"Then she said..."

The mercenary paused, mimicking the female knight's cold tone.

"Such a strong demonic aura, it must be purified."

"And then?" Lynn pressed.

"Then?"

The mercenary shrugged. "And then she destroyed the mage tower."

Chapter 49 Adventurers' Guild

"Then she destroyed the mage tower."

The mercenary shrugged, looking puzzled.

Lynn was completely speechless.

No.

It's collapsed?

He rubbed his temples, feeling a bit dazed.

If I remember correctly, the female knight did indeed tell him to go to the mage tower before she left.

But... it's all collapsed into ruins, how can he get there?

Could this female knight really have some kind of mental problem?

But in that brief conversation just now, her logic was clear, and her speech was normal. Except for that last dreamlike soliloquy, she didn't seem like a madwoman at all.

I've heard of Don Quixote charging at windmills, but attacking a mage tower... this is the first time I've ever heard of it.

Could there really be some secret hidden beneath those ruins?

Lynn's mind started to wander.

Anyway, it won't take long.

His original destination was the Adventurers' Guild, where he would register for a level 10 job change.

The Adventurers' Guild in Chaotic City should be not far from the ruins of the Mage Tower, so it wouldn't hurt to take a look on the way.

"Are you going, meow?"

The cat, Bai Bai, had somehow come over, its little head peeking out from under his arm, its cat ears twitching curiously.

"Can I join you, meow? Inspired by you, I've become interested in recording these strange tales, meow, maybe I can sell them for a good price!"

She waved the small notebook in her hand, which was already half-filled, her eyes shining as if she could already see glittering gold coins.

Lynn glanced at her, already used to this money-grubbing cat's thoughts.

"Let's go then."

He didn't say anything more and turned to walk towards the city center.

The crowd had gradually dispersed, leaving only a few brave souls still staring at Simon's unrecognizable corpse, occasionally letting out a curse.

Lynn's gaze swept across the ruins and landed on the owner of the Violet Inn.

The obese woman was slumped in front of the ruins of her hotel, her eyes vacant, clearly still reeling from the devastation of her property being destroyed.

Long before Cat White summoned the Fluffy Beast, this shrewd boss had already quietly slipped out the back door, so he was not affected by the subsequent indiscriminate attacks of the Stitches.

But her inn, along with all her belongings, had been reduced to ruins in the battle.

Lynn looked away, her heart unmoved.

If you must hate, hate Simon who is dead.

……

After half an hour.

Lynn and Cat White stood in front of an old stone building.

This is the Adventurers' Guild of Chaotic City.

Unlike the streets outside, the guild was unusually quiet, even somewhat deserted, with only a few mercenaries chatting in the rest area.

After all, the city is mostly populated by ordinary people, and reaching level ten already makes one a somewhat well-known adventurer.

Lynn wasn't surprised by this.

As expected of a chain organization that can spread throughout the entire continent, even with the collapse of the Mage Tower, the guild still stands strong.

He went straight to the registration counter.

"I'd like to register for a job transfer." Lynn smiled at the girl behind the counter who was yawning.

The girl raised her eyelids, glanced at him lazily, and tossed a black testing stone out of the drawer.

"Put your hand on it."

Lynn did as she was told.

A faint white light appeared on the testing stone.

[Level: 10]

After confirming the level, the girl tossed over a piece of parchment and a quill pen.

"Please choose your class advancement path from Warrior, Knight, Rogue, Mage, Warlock, and Priest."

As she spoke, she added a sentence.

"The thing to note here is that if you want to change your class to a warlock, you must have a special bloodline. You just need to demonstrate your talent here, and we will verify it."

Innate ability?

Lynn stopped holding the quill pen.

Of course he could switch to a warlock; that was the path Anna had planned for him.

The problem is that his talent is that getting close to others will lower their sanity level.

If this were shown on the spot, it would probably scare the entire guild crazy.

You can't rely on your own talent...

It seems that the only options available are the few skills that the Sirens have given them.

"Singing Together Across the Seas?" That's a bit too scary. It's obviously not something a level 10 warlock can use.

Siren's Whisper? No, that's too broad a scope; it might accidentally throw the entire guild into chaos.

Tide-bound threads? That's feasible. Summoning a few threads formed from flowing water should be enough to fool the enemy and disguise it as some kind of water-based bloodline.

Just as Lynn was hesitating about whether to perform a bondage art in public.

A steady footstep came from behind him.

"Sir, what brings you to the Adventurers' Guild?"

Lynn turned around and saw a well-dressed middle-aged man, who looked to be in his forties, standing behind him with a mixture of respect and doubt on his face.

Lynn searched her memory and confirmed that she did not recognize the person.

The middle-aged man seemed to notice his confusion and quickly introduced himself.

"It's normal that you don't recognize me. My name is Barton, and I'm the president of this branch."

"I witnessed your heroic act of summoning the Sirens with my own eyes. The earth-shattering scene was simply... simply the epitome of power."

Barton's breathing became rapid. Although Simon was killed by the Stitches, Simon probably wouldn't have died if Lynn hadn't clashed with him.