"Hah, what kind of joke is this?" Tong Dun's face was full of incredulity, as if he had just seen a filthy and timid goblin pinning down a ferocious giant dragon and beating it violently!

  "You're a real paladin!" Homer exclaimed, "Are you questioning the expertise of my Encyclopedia Galactica?"

  "Impossible!" Danton shook his head, "This is even more absurd than me being a magician!"

  There are many types of magical professions on the Western Continent, but they can be roughly divided into three categories: warriors, assassins, archers and other physical system occupations; mages, wizards and other magic users who use magical spells are called spellcasters; and then there are priests and paladins who use divine magic as sacred professionals.

  Warriors require the least skills, as long as they become mages, learn a few martial arts moves, and can be mercenaries. With many people, their status is naturally low, so they do dirty and tiring work, hence the nickname "labourer soldiers".

  The legal profession is a high-end occupation, but it's not just based on imagination. To become a great lawyer, you need to have intelligence first, which will eliminate many mediocre people.

  Every single law student, just to read and understand magical books and documents, to achieve the basic entry level, must be proficient in at least three languages, otherwise forget about entering the mysterious magic hall.

  Dragon language, Elf language, Giant language, these are all required courses.

  If focused on combat, Ancient Dragon language, Terran language, and Nesseriel language are also essential languages to study. Only by mastering them can one omit or abbreviate syllables when chanting magic spells, achieving the goal of rapid casting.

  In a battle of magic, if one mage casts spells twice as fast as the other, even an idiot would know that means a crushing defeat for one side.

  Elemental theory grafting, demonic epistemology, elemental biology, the three major magical energy laws - these foundational knowledge are enough to make two-thirds of magicians retreat in defeat, not to mention advanced magical geometry, magical arrangement and reconstruction. Can't even understand this stuff, can't even draw a magic array.

  A legal professional who can't even cast a magic circle would be utterly humiliated if it got out, and would never be acknowledged by their peers.

  The law profession is a closed circle, the magic books on the market are incomplete or even fake, only handwritten copies are valuable, if you can't even understand these, how can you communicate with others?

  Apart from personal qualifications, becoming a legal professional also requires massive financial support.

  Magic materials, copying scrolls, doing experiments, and casting spells are all expensive expenses that ordinary people can't afford.

  Even if a physicist becomes a magical engineer and works as a laborer, he can still earn a living wage, but a magician is a bottomless pit that only burns money.

  Tang Dun thought his IQ was barely passable, and with some effort, he might be able to become a half-baked magician, but as for being a Saint, he had never even considered it. This profession consisted entirely of devout followers of the gods, every single one of them extremely pious, with unshakeable faith, dedicating their entire lives to the divine!

  "You must be mistaken, I am a thorough atheist."

  Tang Dun had been having strange dreams since he was a child, with iron boxes that ran quickly and flying iron birds.

  If this gets out, Tang Don will most likely be burned at the stake by religious fanatics.

  "It can't be wrong, your bloodline contains sacred power, you are a holy knight!" Holma said confidently. "Now calm down and start the meditation of Saint Angel, feel the sacred energy in the soul seed."

  Tang Dun took a few deep breaths and sat cross-legged on the floor, fantasizing about holy angels!

  Time slowly flowed, and one by one, pure white light spots began to float on the soul seed. With a sudden appearance of a white light, like lightning striking the brain, Tang Dong's spirit flashed, and he swung out his right hand.

  A flash, a cluster of golden light like fireflies suddenly appeared out of thin air and poured down from Tangdon's head.

  "This is the First Tier of Heimdall's Glory, also known as Power of Glory. Clerics can bestow this divine technique on anyone, doubling their power." Holma explained.

  "Then which deity do I believe in?" Tang Don clenched his fist, looking at the slightly bulging muscles, feeling that power, still unable to conceal his shock.

  "Becoming a Saint doesn't necessarily require faith in God, it could also be your direct lineage, having once been tainted with divinity." Holma was very curious, "You've never mentioned your mother before?"

  "I don't remember anything about Mother anymore." Tandon touched the ring on his finger, the only keepsake left by his mother.

  "Sorry." Holma thought it was inappropriate to bring up this topic.

  "So I'm a wild card now? How am I supposed to learn divine magic in the future? Can't just go around believing in any random deity, can I?"

  Danton was disheartened. If his faith wasn't sincere, the gods could impose divine punishment, which meant that his path to finding a holy knight as a mentor was cut off.

  "Is it just a matter of epiphany?" Tang licked his lips, apart from the mentor, he could also go to offer sacrifices and exchange for divine techniques, or go to ancient ruins to find magic books, but none of these were easy.

  "Epiphany is a gift from the gods to their followers, just like a masterpiece of poetry that can be encountered but not sought after. You may live your whole life and still not have a second epiphany." Holma struck Tang Dong, this guy really has no common sense at all.

  "What's to be done? Still can only be an engineer!"

  Dangton felt bitter, it was like he had just lifted the hem of the goddess of fate, but before he could see her underwear, his face was ruthlessly trampled by a foot.

  "Hmph!" Holma projected a large character, with every stroke and line exuding an air of arrogance, as if saying "Hurry up and find me to be your mentor, I'm the great encyclopedia after all."

  "Lord Homma, take my knee again!" Tadokoro smiled, satisfying Homa's vanity.

  "Divine techniques? I don't know many!" Mo Tian poured another bucket of cold water, seeing Tang Teng's pained expression like he was being blasted by a giant dragon, and quickly explained, "However, my interdimensional space has many altars dedicated to various gods, you can go make offerings and obtain divine techniques!"

  "Do you want me to be struck dead by God?" Tang Don's eyes twitched.

  "It won't work, most of the gods worshipped on these altars have fallen, but there's still a hint of divinity left, and if you offer sacrifices, you can still learn divine techniques." Holma couldn't help but praise herself, "This means that with me by your side, you can simultaneously learn the divine techniques of different gods."

  "This time I've really made a huge profit!" Tang Dun was so excited that he almost drooled, "Each and every deity has their own unique divine technique, if I can learn them all, wouldn't I be the number one person in the world?"

  "It's possible!" Holma agreed with an arrogant tone, "Hmph, you're just blinded by this, which is only a small part of my power."

  "Hurry up, teach me some divine magic to enhance my strength so I can easily wield this warhammer." The feeling of being filled with the power of a giant and annihilating monsters was too great, Tong Don couldn't help but want to do it again.

  "You can't learn this for now, look at this instead!"

  The pages displayed a series of divine techniques, along with detailed explanations. It was indeed a great encyclopedia, but what's the deal with the price tag of 1,000 souls?

  "Is this a god or a black-hearted merchant? An Endurance Radiance that can only be applied to one person and lasts for two minutes actually requires 500 souls, where am I supposed to get them from? Might as well just kill me." Tang Dong was so angry that the words he wrote were distorted.

  "It's a total bargain, isn't it? If you were to go to a proper altar and make an offering, it would cost at least a thousand souls!" Holma adopted a mysterious tone, "Let me whisper a secret to you, actually, when making the offering, the priest who presides over the ceremony can also share in some of the offerings."

  "Hah, eating kickbacks? Even clergy are so shameless?" Tang Don spat out bitterly, "Can't you make it cheaper?"

  "It's beyond my power!" Holma was just a medium and had no control over the altar.

  "Why are the evil sets universally one-third more expensive than the brilliant sets?" Tanton scanned the list, his brow furrowed.

  Divine magic is generally divided into two categories: brilliant and evil. The former grants benefits to one's own side, such as increased strength, agility, endurance, etc., while the latter imposes negative effects on enemies, such as sluggishness, pain amplification, power deprivation, etc.

  "It's probably because God loves the world!"

  "Hmm, the doctrine of the Dark God seems to be about slaughter and destruction?" Tanton was somewhat familiar with several religions that were banned on the Western Continent.

  "No matter what the situation, my soul fragments must be guaranteed, otherwise I will go on strike." Holma made a condition, she was worried that Danton would abandon her in order to accumulate offerings for divine magic.

  "It's all yours!" Tang Dun still wanted to open the magical book and take away all the treasures.

  Divine technique? Does that thing have the power of giant martial skills? Standing behind and throwing glory as an auxiliary, which one has the thrill of directly holding a battle axe to see blood?

  "Hand-to-hand combat is a man's romance!" Tang Dun sighed, dragging the torn dragon tooth, and prepared to continue hunting.

  "Savages!" Horma sneered.

  A perfect-level Hundred-Man Slayer weapon, its sharpness is beyond doubt. Tondton doesn't need to waste his magical energy using martial skills; simple slashing can cut the Ghoul's body in two, and then easily smash their brains.

  The only drawback is that it's too heavy and can't be swung for more than a few minutes before Tang Don gets tired and has to stop to rest!

  "Why do I have to wait until the judgment stage to summon a demon servant? If I had one now to carry my battle-axe for me, how much energy would that save!?" Tang Don wrote in his magic book, "It's said that mages aren't restricted by rank, and through magical materials and summoning rituals, you can summon many evil demon servants from the depths. Can you do it or not?"

  "The law profession is an exception, as long as the soul force is strong enough, they can use summoning magic to recruit many demon servants to serve them. Some small demons that have been taught can fully take on the work of a butler and chef." Holma continued to popularize.

  Due to reasons of secrecy and trust, most magicians dislike employing servants, instead entrusting daily chores to summoned magical familiars.

  "I'm so envious, what do you think my future demonic servant will be like?" Tang Don was looking forward to a bright future, feeling hungry again, and preparing to eat the remaining bread. As a result, Holma suddenly bumped into his head, making him choke.

  "Enemy attack?" Tong Dun jumped up and looked around vigilantly.

  "Hehe, I've thought of a way for you to have your magic servant right now!" Holma projected the words, and Tondon's eyes suddenly blazed with excitement.

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  PS: Looking for recommendations and collections!