Sean and the others' eyes lit up when they heard the words "special profession," but then dimmed again.

Among the various professions in the Divine Wind Continent, life - profession workers accounted for the vast majority, followed by auxiliary - profession workers, and then combat - profession workers. Special - profession workers, as their name implies, were even rarer than combat - profession workers. The probability of someone being a special - profession worker was extremely low. Maybe only one in hundreds of people could have such a profession. So the hope was slim.

This time, Morian picked up the crystal ball and placed it in front of Murin Tristan's forehead, then began to chant a spell. This spell was the most peculiar one yet. It was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, filled with difficult - to - pronounce syllables, almost like a tongue - twister. Murin Tristan was very impressed that Morian could recite it so quickly.

The spell for testing special professions was particularly long. It stopped after about five minutes. There was a thin layer of sweat on Morian's forehead. Suddenly, he exclaimed, "2535, 2549!"

Sean knew his old friend very well. It was rare to see him so excited. He couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?"

"All other special attributes are very low, but the drug - recognition level and micro - refining perception have reached over 2500!"

Sean's mouth dropped open in shock, and his chin almost hit the floor. Generally, the standard quality for each profession was 500. Those who could reach 1000 were considered outstanding, and those who reached 2000 were geniuses. What did a value of 2500 mean? It meant a super - genius!

Murin Tristan didn't understand and had to ask, "So, what profession can I choose?"

"Mr. Rodi," Morian's address became respectful again. "You're definitely going to be a pharmacist. No, you should be an excellent pharmacist. If you work a little harder, reaching the grand - master level won't be a problem!" Special professions were divided into eight levels: beginner, apprentice, qualified, proficient, master - craftsman, grand - master, saint, and god - level. Generally, the status of special - profession workers was not as high as that of combat - profession workers. However, if someone could reach the grand - master level, the situation would be very different. They could enjoy the treatment of a high - level mage. But it wasn't easy to upgrade the level. Morian was considered a talented person, yet it had taken him decades to reach the master - craftsman level, and he had been unable to progress further. There was only one grand - master in ten thousand people. As for saint - level figures, they could only appear with a combination of talent, hard work, opportunity, luck, and other complex factors. There were no more than ten saint - level people in the entire country. The god - level was only a legend for now. Due to the extremely harsh requirements for the last two levels, no matter how high Murin Tristan's data was, Morian didn't dare to guarantee that he could reach the saint or god - level.

"That's great!" Lisa immediately clapped her hands and cheered. It was obvious that she was genuinely happy for Murin Tristan. As someone at the bottom of society, she was so simple - hearted that she didn't even have a trace of jealousy. Murin Tristan was very touched.

Seeing the envious looks from the shrewd Sean and Morian, Murin Tristan knew that his career prospects must be good. He felt a little more at ease. At least he could survive in the Divine Wind Continent. Even he himself didn't expect to have such a talent for being a pharmacist. Could it be because of his half - baked traditional Chinese medicine knowledge from college? If so, Murin Tristan would really feel a bit not know whether to laugh or cry. He might even have to thank the old guy for forcing him to attend those traditional Chinese medicine classes.

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Morian said, "Mr. Rodi, I'll write you a certificate. Then you go to the nearest Will City's Professional Guild to get certified. They will conduct a re - inspection at the guild, but there won't be any problems. Don't worry. They will definitely put a lot of effort into training you." Morian was clearly very confident in his own skills.

Murin Tristan said gratefully, "Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Morian. Please just call me Rodi." To be honest, it made Murin Tristan feel very awkward for an old man twice his age to call him "Mr.".

However, Morian thought it was normal to use a respectful title for someone who was likely to become a grand - master - level pharmacist. Even Sean, Lorna, and Lisa thought so. In a society with a very obvious class system, Murin Tristan's act was considered very modest, and Sean and the others liked him even more.

Morian was a straightforward person and didn't decline. He smiled and said, "Then I'll be bold and call you Rodi."

Sean became much more attentive at this time. "Mr. Rodi, you've come from afar. You probably don't have a place to stay yet, right? Why don't you stay here for the night?"

Murin Tristan had been worrying about where to stay. When he heard this, he was overjoyed. "Thank you so much, Boss Sean. By the way, you can also call me Rodi. 'Mr.' makes me feel strange."

But Sean absolutely refused. He really didn't have the courage to be disrespectful to someone who might become a grand - master - level powerful figure.

Morian yawned and said to Sean, "I've been traveling all day. I'm exhausted, Old Sean. I'll also have to trouble you for a night's stay."

Sean wasn't as polite to his old friend Morian. "Old rascal, don't worry. I have plenty of rooms here." He turned to the two waitresses and said, "I'll go upstairs with the old guy. You two take care of Mr. Rodi. You can use the Jiba Beast if necessary."

Murin Tristan was taken aback when he heard this. Jiba Beast? What a strange name.

Sean had already turned to him with a big smile on his face. "Mr. Rodi, I'll excuse myself first. If you need anything, just tell Lisa and Lorna."

Murin Tristan knew that they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time and must have a lot to talk about. So he readily agreed, "Okay."

Watching Sean go up the stairs, Lorna said, "Mr. Rodi, do you need to rest? I'll take you to the guest room on the third floor."

Murin Tristan scratched his head and said, "I'd like to take a shower first." It had been at least a day and a night since the rainstorm in Shangjing City. Murin Tristan felt sticky and uncomfortable.

Lorna was puzzled. "Take a shower?"

Murin Tristan quickly changed his words. "I mean bathe."

Lorna was stunned for a moment, then smiled. "Take a shower? What a strange way of saying it, but it's very appropriate. You do feel cool after taking a bath." She whistled, and then a blue ball with wings fluttered down from upstairs. When it got closer, Murin Tristan could see clearly that it wasn't a ball. It was a chubby little animal that looked like a ball. Its legs were very short and retracted when it flew, sticking to its belly, so it almost looked like it didn't have any legs. Its eyes were very large, and it had a small bird - like beak, which made it look very cute.

Lorna stroked its little head. "Xiaoya, you have to listen to Mr. Rodi tonight, okay?"

The little animal flapped its small wings constantly above Lorna's head to keep its balance. It seemed to understand Lorna's words. Its beak opened slightly, and it made two sounds: "Jiba Jiba!"

Murin Tristan suddenly understood. So this was the Jiba Beast. Why did it have to have such a name that was so easy to misunderstand? He had thought it looked like a penis. Come to think of it, this little thing wasn't much bigger than his penis. What could it do?