Originally, this tavern was very noisy, but because of the two big names, both the mercenaries and the majority of the idle men spoke much softer.

Several wine servants hesitated. They looked at their dirty clothes and were hesitating whether to go up, but soon they breathed a sigh of relief because the nobleman who looked like a mage used the scroll to create a translucent magic shield. This attitude of keeping people from thousands of miles away made everyone present relieve.

It's like two wolves breaking into the sheep pen, but these two wolves immediately locked themselves, so the other sheep will naturally feel much more at ease.

Zoe looked at the slippery table with some disgust. He finally stopped vomiting and pretended to be calm and said, "Your Excellency, I wonder if it's an illusion. You seem to... look good at me?"

By contrast, Beta seemed much more comfortable: "It's not that it seems, but indeed... a great swordsman deserves a certain level of investment."

Zoe said, "But I feel like you didn't seem to care so much before."

"Because you were not a great swordsman before," Beta said slowly: "The gold coin sacrifice ceremony will indeed make you a profession, but you are not sure which one is. At most, you will choose one randomly in the profession that you can work. Being able to become a great swordsman means you have talent and... excellent luck."

Zoe smiled: "You have increased your expectations and investments in me just because of luck?"

"Luck is very important." Beta smiled and said, "The great men in history can achieve great things because they have luck. Luck is strong enough to a certain extent, which is called fate. I think you are lucky. After all, the profession of Great Swordsman is really not something that ordinary people can come into contact with."

Zoe laughed at himself: "If my luck was really good, I wouldn't have been driven here."

"But if you are not driven here, how can you become a great swordsman?" Beta really looked like a charlatan at this time: "Fate is really wonderful, and it will completely help you walk the path you should take in unexpected ways."

In fact, Beta did not believe in fate, and he even disliked this kind of thing, especially after knowing about Emma, ​​he despised fate from the bottom of his bones.

But this does not mean that he will not use such mysterious things to fool people.

Those who want to accomplish great things must first learn to fool them.

Zoe thought for a while and felt that Beta made sense. If he hadn't been exiled here, how could he become a great swordsman? He clenched his fists gently. Unlike his weakness a few hours ago, now he could clearly feel a strange force flowing in his body.

Many mercenaries around him had giant swords. As soon as he saw these swords, he felt a kind feeling, and he could even know how they should be used and how to wield them.

This is the professional... Zoe feels that the whole world is different. Thinking about the past, he felt that the eldest brother was invincible, but now... he feels that as long as he wants, he can kill the eldest brother at any time.

"So, how should you invest in me?" Zoe asked, "What price should I pay."

"This is the teachings of our Wojin God Church." Beta put a handwritten book on the stage: "You can take a look when you go back. When you decide to become a Wojin believer, even if you are a shallow believer, you can come to me. I can ask the Wojin Goddess to directly raise your level to the elite level. And you won't accept a gold coin."

Zoe was stunned for a moment and asked, "With my current strength, how many gold coins will it take to advance to the elite level?"

"2400 gold coins." Beta said the exact number directly: "I think there shouldn't be so much liquidity in your family."

Even Zoe's family cannot take out 2400 gold coins, and most nobles cannot take out, let alone Zoe, the second son of the exiled nobleman.

He took a light breath and air conditioning: "So expensive?"

"So, why are there so few professionals?" Beta shook his finger: "Besides, at least 60% of professionals can grow old if they can't even reach the elite."

"So what class are you?" Zoe asked looking at Beta.

"Master level." Beta replied.

"How far is the difference between me and you now?" Zoe asked with a burning look in his eyes.

"I can beat ten of you like this!" Beta smiled. In fact, he said to the point that when he cut a big swordsman who is only level 3, he would cut a cabbage. As long as he had enough physical strength, he would kill as much as he could.

Zoe was a little dissatisfied: "The gap is so obvious? Then what if I reach the elite level."

"You can barely beat two." Beta was still fooling around. In fact, there was no problem for the elite big swordsman to beat about ten.

Zoe became more and more dissatisfied: "I can't beat you from both elite levels. Do you still say that the Great Swordsman is very powerful?"

Beta smiled: "What do you think is the master level? The gap between one stage, the distance between five strengths, and two great swordsmen who have just entered the elite stage can win a master level spell caster. For other professions, five may not be able to win. The great swordsmen are recognized as strong professions, but are you not satisfied?"

Zoe didn't know anything about professionals. When he saw Beta, he was ridiculing and half explaining, and then he knew that he had said some idiotic words, and of course he smiled awkwardly.

Then his mood became hot. Seeing this, Beta knew that the temperature was almost the same. He pointed to the mercenaries outside and smiled: "You can actually compete with them. No one in this person is your opponent. Of course, one-on-one is really meaningless. You can see if you can let them go with your bare hands."

Zoe said with some disconfidence: "It's not so exaggerating."

The mercenaries in the tavern were all muscular men, looking at the fierce and evil spirits. Zoe felt it was a bit difficult for him to deal with one, let alone five.

"If you can't win, then it means you have no ability or fighting talent. Some people do this. They obviously have all their abilities, but they can't play it out at critical moments because of cowardice, timidity, etc. Such people are not easy to succeed no matter what they do." Beta said naturally: "So, if you lose, I will not invest in you again."

Zoe looked at Beta for a while, then smiled and said, "This is the test for me... I just said, it would be too strange if you just want me and invest in me just because I became a great swordsman. No noble can do such an unsure business. Okay, since you think I can deal with five, then I'll give it a try."

Beta removed the soundproof barrier and made a 'please' posture.

In fact, Beta was quite confident in Zoe. First of all, all the mercenaries present were lv1, the highest was lv2, and the number of people was only three. This means that these people had not experienced many real battles. In the battle with bare hands, even five people could not completely suppress an lv3 great swordsman.

As long as Zoe can play steadily, not to mention dealing with five professions with lower levels than him, even ten of them will be fine... The bug profession of Great Swordsman is so domineering.

Zoe walked to the counter and took a heavy shot of the greasy counter. After everyone's eyes were focused, he put down two gold coins and said arrogantly: "I'm not targeting anyone, I just want to say that everyone present is rubbish."

Looking at Zoe who was full of energy, the mercenaries all looked angry, but they dared not speak out. After all, they were facing a nobleman, and there was a nobleman who looked like a spellcaster next to them, and they couldn't afford to offend him.

"I know you don't agree, but it doesn't matter. Let's compare. You can just give out five of them, and everyone fights each other with bare hands and empty hand. As long as you win me, these two gold coins will be yours."

Zoe took a photo on the counter again, and the bright yellow light of the gold coins immediately attracted everyone's attention.

A gold coin is already a lot of money for these mercenaries. Even if five people share it equally, each of them can get forty silver coins. This is the reward for several low-level tasks, and there is no danger. At most, they are beaten into a pig's head.

"I'll do it!" The first strong man soon stood up.

Then several people stood up, but they threatened each other with their eyes, and then only five people who seemed to be the strongest were left standing on the scene.

Then the others moved the tables and chairs away, leaving a large open space in the middle.

Zoe laughed and walked in, and the other five people walked across.

What happened next was as Beta expected. Zoe did seem a little embarrassed at first, but more than ten seconds later, amid the crazy roars of everyone in the tavern, he began to beat the opponent to the point of bleeding, and it was completely in a head-on mode. But he had nothing to do with himself, at most he had a little bruised in his eyes.

As soon as the Great Swordsman takes office, he has his own specialty of "Tough Body" and has good resistance to physical and elemental damage. It is difficult to cause damage to it even with a weapon, let alone bare hands.

Zoe looked at the five mercenaries lying in front of him and laughed: "Although you lost, who told me to be happy now? These two gold coins are also yours. In addition, I will pay for everyone present."

After saying that, Zoe took another gold coin on the counter with great pride.

The whole tavern suddenly burst into cheers, and many people kept shouting that they had changed a little about the nobles.

Beta looked at it and smiled. He knew that Zoe had taken the bait and the plan was half successful. Next, it was a simmering warm fire to turn him into a crazy believer of the goddess Vogkin.

Of course, this matter must be coordinated by the goddess, and you must go to the Kingdom of God to see her later. 8)
Chapter completed!