"Classholder?!"
Evan's shock came a moment late.
He stared at Lin Mo in astonishment, as though he were some rare and exotic beast.
Although he had always lived under his uncle's protection, Evan had been scraping by in the adventuring trade for nearly two years. He was no longer a novice, and he had long since shed a novice's lofty ambitions and lack of practical ability.
Even his uncle Bern, who jokingly called himself a Level 0.8 Classholder, was an unreachable goal in Evan's eyes, let alone a real Classholder.
And now, this young man he had only known for a few days, someone even younger than himself, had so easily achieved the goal he had dreamed of?
For a moment, Evan felt dazed.
It was not quite jealousy, but he was certainly envious. It only deepened his desire for Skill Scrolls.
If they could find a Warrior Skill Scroll in this Secret Realm, he could officially embark on his own class path and perhaps become a true Classholder in the future!
After collecting the spoils, they continued onward. Bern still led the way, with Lin Mo close behind, holding a torch pulled from the outer wall.
By the firelight, a relatively spacious chamber appeared before them, roughly a thousand square meters in size.
The walls were still bluish-gray, but compared to the passage at the entrance, this place was far more disorderly.
Miscellaneous debris lay scattered across the floor. There was a large pile of garbage in one corner, along with animal bones. An extinguished campfire sat in the middle of the room, still radiating residual warmth. It was clear that this was where the Goblins had been living.
After a brief search turned up nothing valuable, they quickly passed through the foul-smelling place and continued forward.
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