Banshee? No, an ogre!

Chapter 15 :Goodbye,Fuke.

Money can allow you to live well within the rules, and power can allow you to make the rules in order to make money.

The former are mostly black-market traders, while the latter are the rulers of the kingdom - the nobles.

But above these two, there is something that can defy money and power - absolute violence that suppresses everything!

This is the origin of the lofty status of the Association of Professionals, and the reason for the existence of the Church of Dawn and Truth.

The Association of Professionals is like the two churches.

Not only does it have branches all over the continent, it also has the most powerful people on the continent. Although this power is very dispersed, many powerful people who have benefited from the Association of Professionals will still rise up when needed.

Unlike the Church of Dawn and the Church of Truth, the Association of Professionals is an essential part of the coordination and deployment of existing extraordinary people.

It is a great help to the stability of the Empire, and because of its loose structure, it is far more important in the hearts of the Empire's decision-makers than the two Churches.

It is a partner in support.

I am Ogg Kaixin, I'm here to see Fuko.

Probably because of the grudge in his heart.

Ogg rarely came to the Association of Professionals. Most of his previous jobs were done on the black market.

Of course, Ogg was not one to throw the baby out with the bathwater.

The main reason for this was that he did not yet have the strength of a true professional, and the rewards of the apprentice position were not something that Ogg really cared about.

So Ogg did not go for the professional direction.

You are the martial arts apprentice who defeated Fuko and Lange? But it's no coincidence that you're here, he just left.

The receptionist's lackey was not yet ready to answer, but instead a heavily armoured professional knight spoke to Ogg first.

The five-star silver badge on his chest indicated his professional rank - Senior Professional (Silver Level).

This is the strength orientation that the professional association is responsible for.

The material of the star and the badge are unrelated.

The number of stars on the badge represents the professional's level of reliability. The more stars, the higher the credibility, the higher the level of professionalism in the same strength and the higher the legend.

The minimum is zero stars (i.e. no tasks have been accepted).

The maximum is nine stars (this level must have done legendary events in this level).

This star is not constant. Long-term non-acceptance of tasks or promotion of the badge will reduce the stars.

The material of the badge represents the strength of the profession.

The lowest is the apprentice badge, which is made of white porcelain.

It represents the fact that the professional is not up to par, but it is still not easy for ordinary people with insufficient training.

The black iron level represents the fact that the professional has entered the professional field and has mastered extraordinary powers.

The next level, Bronze, represents the fact that the professional has entered the senior level of the extraordinary realm - they are generally strong, so this level is also called the senior level.

The standards for the senior level tend to fluctuate, but overall they are judged according to the different levels of professional power.

For example, a knight who has awakened his personal abilities.

Another example is a mage who has condensed a dark magical core.

There is also a martial artist who can project his qi and blood shadow, all of which belong to this level.

This standard is roughly equivalent to a wizard who has taken the second f*******n potion.

At Silver level, the standard is relatively vague. The only standard is that the holder must be able to defeat twenty-five senior bronze-level professionals in one go.

Professionals at this level are called Silver-level Senior Professionals, or Advanced Professionals!

As for the next level up, it was beyond Oug's comprehension.

The highest level professional he has seen so far is Yade, whose silver-ringed knight emblem is equivalent to that of a silver-level senior professional.

That is why Ogg was so excited to meet the mysterious cleric.

It was just luck. By the way, you are...'

Ogg looked at the face that resembled Fook's and guessed his identity.

'Little man, I'm Fook's third uncle. My name is Ledi Cromie. You can call me Uncle Ledi. Ledi Cromie's hospitality surprised Ogg.

Were all the nobles in the outer city so polite?

OK, Uncle Ledi, you can just call me Ogg. You just said Focker was out? Even out of respect for the strong, Ogg felt that this uncle call was no loss.

Yes, he went to the labour market. He didn't go too far. Is there something Ogg wants from him? Focker mentioned you to me - he said he wanted to be friends with you,' Ledi said, smiling.

Ledi said with a smile and a gentle tone, it was really hard to find anything wrong with what he said.

There was none of the arrogance of some of the border nobles.

He invited me to the tavern for a drink," Oug said, scratching the back of his head and acting innocent.

Some things don't really need to be said.

Haha, Ogg, you frontiersmen are direct in your speech. Then go find Fuko, he hasn't gone far. You might meet him on the way; or, if you don't mind, you can wait for him in my lounge.

Ledi gestured with his armoured hand to the lounge in the Association of Professionals - it was used for the recovery of professionals, and priests from the Church of Dawn were usually hired to help with relaxation and treatment.

The price is a bit steep, but senior professionals or those with five stars or more can get in for free.

The people in the Chromie family are responsible for what they say, and he will definitely pay for this drink. I think you two should become good friends.

As if afraid that Oug would be reluctant to go, Ledi added: 'Usually, statements that start with the family carry a lot of weight.

That's not necessary, Uncle Ledi. I'll find Focker myself, I know this place well. Ogg glanced around the spacious Professional Association, then waved his hand - a gentle refusal of Ledi's invitation.

He didn't want to waste time in the lounge.

And you don't get something for nothing.

Oog did not want to give Fuke a bad impression - that would keep him from earning money.

Okay, then. I wish you all a good time. I will be here the whole time, so if you need any help, you can ask me. Ledi's words were very kind.

But Oog did not dare to believe them completely.

If Ledi really wanted to chop up the ogre chief, Oog had the feeling that Ledi himself would get a good beating.

Thank you, Uncle Ledi, goodbye. Ogg is a typical example of someone who speaks differently to different people.

He has a flexible system of communication.

For example, when dealing with thugs, Ogg prefers to communicate with his fists and weapons.

Goodbye. Only then did Ledi withdraw his smile as he watched Ogg walk away completely.

Kaixin... what a familiar family name. I must look it up when I get back. I feel like I've heard it somewhere before...'

The talent market is a place where a group of professionals above the apprentice level gather.

Unlike the professional association, the main purpose here is to find a long-term and stable place to work.

In other words, this is the place to find a job.

It is a good place for the nobility to select followers and domestic servants.

At the same time, it is also a place where various professional adventuring groups recruit members and rest their feet.

The largest tavern in the city can be found in the Talent Market.

Well, it is worth mentioning that - it is said that the land of the Talent Market was once a large trading market for the sale of slaves.

In a way, it's not much different in function, except that there's less visible bloodshed.

Focker! Ogg saw Focker and Lange as soon as he arrived at the talent market.

There was nothing he could do about it, they were very conspicuous.

The northern frontier city had had to deal with barbarian invasions and monster raids, so over time clothing had become very simple, and there were almost no headdresses to make fighting easier. Even nobles and mages rarely wore ornaments.

Vuko and Lange are different. These two can't help but write wealth on their faces.

Oh, it's already written on their faces, then it's all right.

Whether it's Vuko's magician's apprentice outfit or Lange's armour, they all look exceptionally exquisite with gems and gold patterns.

It is obviously very different from the practical northern border.

At least the apprentice knights on the frontier will not fight without a helmet because they are handsome.

'You are...' Fuko looked at Ogg's now simple young face and hesitated.

I am Ogg Kaixin, the champion of the Border Arena.

Ogg said.

This immediately reminded Fuko, and he immediately greeted him with joy, saying: 'It's you, come, let me buy you a drink at the tavern.

No wonder Fuko didn't recognise him at first.

No one would have confused the young, innocent-looking boy in front of them with the 'Gourmet' who had defeated a group of apprentices and taken down the strongest mortal.

I want to fight you again! Lange, recognising Oog, immediately challenged him.

It was clear that he had not forgotten the scene when he had been knocked out with a single blow in front of everyone.

It was really embarrassing.

It was humiliating to be knocked out by an apprentice of the same level after only two exchanges.

The main reason, of course, was that

Lange felt that he had simply been careless, which had led to his defeat.

If he hadn't been ambushed and confused by a deceptive move, would he have lost?

He hadn't seen Ogg punch him in the face, and his fingers were almost crippled.

The main reason, of course, was that he was wearing his helmet this time.

Do you want to pay? My appearance fee is quite expensive. Ogg smiled nonchalantly. He would not argue about money unless it was a blood feud.

'How much?' Lange asked unconsciously.

'Lange, be quiet!' Fuke unconsciously covered his forehead with his hand. He really had a headache.

Unlike Lange, Fuke was not a knight and of course did not follow the rules of chivalry very closely. He knew full well that his defeat was no accident.

Sorry, Ogg, let's go to the tavern first,' Volker said, glancing at Lange before apologising to Ogg and inviting him in.

Lange calmed down immediately when Volker looked at him.

He knew that Volker really was a little angry.

Although he and Volker were on good terms and could joke around a bit, their status was destined to be unequal.

The relationship between Volker and Lange's families was one of subordination.

This relationship is inherited by every member of the family.

And Lange is Volker's subordinate knight.

You win together, you lose together.

It's all right, I don't mind,' Oug said with a slight smile, indicating that he didn't care.

I have to say, someone like Volker is really hard to dislike.

Even when he's pretending, he's really dignified.

A guy like that would make a good friend.

Og, I'm glad you could make it. I'll pay for the drinks later and we can talk about why I invited you.

Fuke made a standard gesture of invitation.

Sure, I won't be rude. Og had no problem accepting when someone offered to pay.

As for what Fuke wanted to talk to him about, Og probably already had some ideas in his head...