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Chapter 87 The Knights Templar (Seeking first subscriptions)

Upon hearing this, both Targon and the dwarf's eyes lit up.

The three, being longtime teammates, knew each other very well and naturally understood the meaning behind the druid's words.

The dwarf patted Griffin hard on the shoulder, so excited he almost shoved him under the table: "Well done! Is it finally going to work?!"

Targen also showed a rare bright smile: "Congratulations! Go back and prepare with peace of mind. If you need any help, feel free to write to us."

They are all veteran adventurers with many years of experience, so reaching the threshold of becoming a professional is a natural progression for them.

The crowd offered their congratulations, showing little surprise.

Xia Lin quietly sipped her beer, listening to their excited discussions and plans, but secretly comparing them to her own.

He didn't dare to reveal that he had also vaguely touched the threshold of a professional's expertise and was on the verge of success.

I've only been an adventurer for a short time, so short that I'm considered an "outlier" in an industry that requires years of experience.

After all, the body's predecessor was not long ago an honest farmer who quietly cultivated the land in the countryside. Anyone with a slightly sharp mind could sense the strange speed at which he rose to power.

A farmer who should be wielding a hoe in the wheat field, without any family tradition or mentorship.

One day, he suddenly had an epiphany and transformed into a "regular soldier" who had found his way into a profession?

This explanation will likely immediately attract unnecessary scrutiny and suspicion.

Extraordinary talent? Nobody believes that!

As far as he knew, the world's scarce extraordinary knowledge was strictly controlled by various organizations and families.

Even the relatively free Adventurers' Guild requires paying an astonishing number of points on the second floor just to have a chance to exchange for even a single piece of useful information.

For questions such as how to advance from apprentice to full-fledged professional, there are almost no systematic guides available on the market; instead, it is more about mentorship, family inheritance, or personal insights gained through life and death.

The "open source spirit" of "vocational training schools," "upgrade strategy forums," or "peer exchange groups" that were ubiquitous in my previous life doesn't seem to be popular here.

Lacking family background and renowned teachers, coupled with an extreme lack of access to extraordinary information.

This "sudden, unexpected start" objective condition resulted in the adventurers' "performance" being less than ideal.

This made Xia Lin curious about what level his current advancement speed was considered in this world.

As he drank, he tilted his head slightly and spoke to Woody on his shoulder: "Woody, given the general situation of adventurers in this world, how long does it take on average for them to go from apprentice to reaching the threshold of a professional?"

Woody's lazy voice echoed in his mind: "Among adventurers with decent talent, good luck, and who don't die halfway through, three or four years is considered fast."

The unlucky ones get stuck at the apprentice level for eight or ten years, or even their entire lives, without ever getting anywhere.

Xia Lin's heart stirred slightly.

"Then I will—"

"You?" Woody interrupted him, his tone carrying his usual disdain. "You and they are two different things."

Your case is a special one and has no reference value.

"Besides," it changed the subject, seemingly worried that Xia Lin might become complacent, and advised, "Kid, don't be too happy too soon."

Even if you become a Level 1 professional, you've only just opened the door to becoming a professional. Behind you are elites, experts, masters, and legendary professionals—

The road is long.

Thinking about these things now is a complete waste of time.

Wait until you've truly become a professional before thinking about the next step.

Now, let's order something to eat first.

Although what the other party said made sense, Xia Lin was not discouraged; on the contrary, she felt more at ease.

Woody's words confirmed his premonition—with the system's assistance, becoming a professional was not out of reach.

Now, the seeds of professional expertise are sprouting, much like an amateur enthusiast receiving a notification for a professional competition qualification test.

Once you truly enter the ranks of professionals, it means that your job rewards, the circles you come into contact with, and the resources you acquire will all leap to a higher level.

More importantly, by then, the speed at which they make money will greatly increase, making them veritable human money-printing machines.

Thinking of his purse overflowing with gold coins, Xia Lin felt a familiar surge of energy coursing through his body.

Just like the ambitious spirit I had when I first graduated in my past life—first, I'll earn a small goal!

The future is bright, the road is visible, and gold coins are always worth fighting for.

He was already quite impatient and wanted to go to the Adventurers' Guild for a firsthand look.

See if there are any suitable tasks for his current "quasi-professional" status.

Upper District, Silverflame Church.

As the first rays of dawn broke, the enormous stained-glass windows shimmered with iridescent light.

The window depicts an epic scene of the Silver Flame Prophet Tira Miren wielding a flaming longbow, purifying the world of evil.

The towering vaulted ceiling points straight to the sky, as if it touches the clouds, and the interior space is spacious enough to accommodate hundreds of people praying at the same time without feeling crowded.

The ground is paved with gleaming white marble, engraved with silver flame reliefs and the names of sages from past dynasties.

The air was filled with the faint, calming scent of burning candles, solemn and majestic.

This is one of the core sanctuaries of the Silverflame Church, serving the Silverflame God who is tasked with "purifying evil, protecting order, and burning away filth." It is an important spiritual and armed fortress for the Upper City and even the entire kingdom in their fight against the forces of chaos and darkness.

On the side of this grand building, in a training ground exclusively for the Knights Templar, the clanging of metal and steady shouts broke the morning's tranquility.

Lance, a former adventurer and now a member of the Silverflame Church's Templar Knights, is currently engrossed in his daily required course.

He was dressed in practice armor with iron trim, holding an unsharpened two-handed training sword. Sweat had already soaked his short brown hair, which slid down his angular face.

His movements were precise and powerful; every slash, block, and thrust he made carried the simplicity and efficiency honed on the battlefield.

It is devoid of any fancy moves, yet every strike is aimed at the vital points.

From an ordinary adventurer born in a small town, Lance rose step by step to be accepted by the Silverflame Church and become a formal Templar Knight through his military exploits and unwavering faith. He knew all of this was hard-won.

Moreover, he now has another concern in his heart—

Thinking of this, a tenderness flickered in the eyes of the man who was training.

Therefore, even after becoming a respected professional paladin, he still trained as diligently as the lowest-ranking apprentice, never daring to slack off in the slightest.

Next month marks the most important sacred festival of the Silverflame Church—"Ascension Day," a day commemorating the complete fusion of the prophet with the Silverflame Source and the attainment of supreme purification power.

There will be a grand celebration, prayer ceremony, and blessing activities for the public.

As a member of the church's armed forces, ensuring absolute safety and security during the holidays is Lance's most important responsibility.

Just as he sheathed his sword to catch his breath and wiped the sweat from his brow with a cloth, steady footsteps came from the entrance of the training ground.

A middle-aged knight in heavy armor, with a blue silver flame emblem engraved on his shoulder armor, walked over—he's here!