In the second half of the night, Ravl, who looked depressed, came back.

The moment he came back, many professionals who were just relying on the tree stump to sleep opened their eyes and looked at the leader of the Ten Fist Association.

"It has been agreed that we can enter the silent forest at noon tomorrow, but we cannot get close to the ancient house... Of course, if any accidents occur later, they don't care!"

Ravl sat down in front of the fire, his voice low.

‘If you can’t get close to the ancient house, there is no danger… Correspondingly, there is no way to gain anything!’

Sulu looked at the president playfully: ‘In other words, is this excluded from the circle?’

Think about it, the giants like the church and the Federation may not even look down on the Blood Brotherhood, let alone the smaller organization like the Ten Fist Association.

However, because of this, the danger is also much reduced.

‘Overall, it is neither good nor bad… there is no requirement that extraordinary individuals should not approach the ancient house, as long as they are not afraid of being attacked or caught as cannon fodder…’

Sulu covered her hat and fell into a state of false sleep.

The color of the bonfire flickered and the pros around him slowly calmed down.

...

In the darkness.

Sulu left his soul and entered the second level of spiritual realm.

In an instant, he saw countless isolated islands of spiritual secret realms around him, both large and small.

The closer you get to the Silent Forest, the more secret realms such as this, the more people there are, and the number of people is amazing.

More importantly, there seems to be a certain vortex hidden in their core.

"The vortex-shaped secret realm of the mind is because its body is too large and has an impact on the ocean of consciousness... It is a fourth-level master-level profession!"

Using spiritual reconnaissance, Sulu quickly obtained abundant intelligence.

"Anguskin...Anguskin..."

At this moment, a call suddenly came from afar.

His pupils shrank after looking around.

I saw a broken ancient house standing proudly in the spiritual world, almost exactly the same as the real world.

"The body of the ancient demon house is hidden in the spiritual world?"

Sulu gradually gained enlightenment: "No wonder he can open the spiritual world... communication brings all kinds of power."

Suddenly.

The scenery before him changed again.

Many secret realms of the mind disappeared, and the ocean of consciousness fluctuated, forming a huge sea eye vortex!

Through the whirlpool, Sulu seemed to be able to see a beautiful girl looking at her with a cold look without any emotion.

"It's Beatris...she started!"

The terrible suction force suddenly acted on Sulu.

Even though he was separated by the master-servant contract, he still felt the suppression of the level.

"At this time, Beatrice is at least more than two ranks of me. Once she is pulled into the vortex, I will be dead..."

Now it is because the distance is far and the opponent casts power from the air, so Su Lu has some time to react!

"Bethisi, have you been promoted to the fourth level?"

Sulu's expression was very calm, and a light curtain of the attribute column appeared in front of him: "Inauguration... [Magic Artist]!"

[Consuming 1000 experience points, inaugurated thriller... Detecting that inauguration requires a second-level pre-profession: Mystic Scholar, Spirit 5.0, Soul Out of Body LV4!... Conditions meet! Start to advance!]

On the property bar, the light curtain changes rapidly.

Sulu groaned, feeling a powerful force explode in his spirit.

The third-level professional is already an expert in various mysterious fields and has extraordinary power!

They gradually walked out of the category of ordinary people and possessed all kinds of strange and mysterious abilities.

And [Magic Artist] is even more so!

In an instant, he felt that his spiritual body was extremely stable in the spiritual world and resisted the swallowing of the vortex.

Time seems to have passed for a long time, but the outside world only has a moment. With the indoctrination of a large amount of knowledge and information, the prompt of the attribute bar sounds:

【Ding! Successful job!】

[Employee! Spirit +3! Physical constitution +1! Acquire skills: Spiritual magic!]

"【Magic Artist】, known as 【Scroll Mage】, can make scrolls containing strange powers, sneak into people's minds, complete various mysterious operations, and the methods are ever-changing, emerging one after another..."

A large number of knowledge points emerged one by one in Sulu's sea of ​​consciousness.

The huge spirit made him feel as if he had become a giant in the spiritual world, and suddenly raised his hand.

Whoosh!

The chain of spirits that burned with pale white flames was extremely thick, and rushed into the vortex in front of them like a python.

The West of the Federation, the Black Death Club.

Secret room.

The ground is depicted with formation rituals, surrounded by runes representing the moon and death.

A girl with a delicate face and youthful atmosphere was stunned to look at a broken talisman in her hand: "Failed? The other party temporarily advanced? She succeeded? This is impossible!"

Promotion to an extraordinary profession is definitely not an easy task, it has a great failure rate!

What's more, it takes a long time and cannot be achieved in an instant.

But no matter how confused Beatrice is, things still happened.

With her fourth-level strength, she cannot curse the third-level "master"!

The formation failed, and the power of backlash had already left deep wounds on her body.

Betreus's face turned pale and he vomited blood: "Sulu! Sulu!"

call out!

Suddenly, a pale chain appeared in the void, like a poisonous snake spitting a letter, and the target was Beculinary's white neck!

Bang!

The face of the Black Death man who was guarding changed. When he saw the secret room explode, he couldn't help but open his mouth wide.

"Sir Saint...what happened?"

Seeing Beatrice in the ashes, they hurriedly stepped forward and knelt down and asked what had happened.

"Let the president come... I'm careless."

There was a visible blood mark on Beatres' neck, muttering.

As soon as she finished speaking, she spat out a small mouthful of blood and fainted.

"Not good, the saint fainted!"

This immediately caused the remaining Black Deaths to fall into greater panic.

...

"As expected... the master-servant contract is good. It takes ten times and a hundred times the effort to curse me. But I don't need to work hard at all when I go along the passage. It's a pity... I'm not a fourth-level profession, otherwise the backlash of the curse alone would be enough to kill Beatrice, right?"

In the spiritual world, Sulu sighed and looked at the attribute bar:

Name: [Sulu Portley]

Occupation: [Magic Artist] (Level 3), [Roamer] (Level 2)

Rank: [3]

Title:【None】

Strength: [2.2], Agility: [3.0], Physical: [2.8], Spirit: [8.1]

Inspiration: [8.1]

Skills: [Corpse Creation Lv1], [Maga Fighting Technique Lv5], [Soul Out of Body Lv4], [Spiritual Pressure Lv2], [Spiritual Chain Lv1], [Magic Item Making Lv1], [Pill Refining Lv1], [Spiritual Magic Lv1]

Passive: [General Hebrew lv3], [Basic Physics lv5], [Demon Hunting Knowledge lv4], [Ancient Hebrew lv2], [Goram lv2], [Mysterious Knowledge lv2], [Strong lv1], [Smart Step lv1]

xp:【300】

"It's the third level. If Rhodes hadn't been promoted, he would probably have fallen behind me."
Chapter completed!