802: Chapter 802 The Magic Swordsman Guild

There are specialized professional guilds for assessment and certification.

For example, the Swordsman Guild for swordsmen, the Elementalist Guild for Elementalists, the Magic Swordsman Guild for magic swordsmen, and the Adventurer Guild for the general public.

These are basically neutral powers spread all across the world.

The treatment and recognition received by a certified professional versus an uncertified one are completely different.

It's like if Sun Simiao came to the modern era; he would be practicing medicine without a license!

Or rather, having a state-certified certificate versus not having one makes a world of difference in how you are treated and recognized.

Even if you truly possess the corresponding strength.

But others wouldn't know that, so they would certainly have doubts and be cautious when looking for you.

This is beyond reproach.

By the afternoon, the caravan stopped in an open space by the side of the road.

They halted and began to set up camp.

Before nightfall, they completed all preparations, such as pitching the tents and lighting the bonfires.

They also had to set up pots to cook.

Provisions for both people and horses needed to be prepared.

The steward led Caesar off the carriage and sat down at a prepared spot, waiting for the servants to handle the arrangements.

As a manager, he naturally didn't need to do these things himself.

At the same time, two men in their twenties or thirties, looking fit and powerful with bright, piercing eyes, wearing light armor and carrying longswords at their waists, stepped down from two other carriages.

They walked straight toward the steward.

"Consecrated Cologne, Consecrated Reese," the steward greeted the two consecrated experts with a smile.

"Steward Reed." The two experts smiled slightly and nodded, then turned their gaze toward Caesar.

"Hello! How should we address you?" Cologne asked Caesar with a smile.

Although they had been staying in their carriages, it didn't mean they were unaware of what was happening outside.

Moreover, as potential "colleagues," they naturally wouldn't give him the cold shoulder; Caesar wasn't the one paying their salaries, and his joining wouldn't affect their interests—it would only strengthen the power they relied on.

So why would there be any hostility? Instead, they were very polite, treating him as one of their own.

"Caesar," Caesar said with a smile and a nod.

"And he's a Magic Swordsman," Steward Reed added, causing the two experts' eyes to light up instantly.

"Impressive! A Magic Swordsman!" The two revealed even more sincere smiles.

"Hey, have you gone for certification?" Cologne asked.

"I haven't. Is there a place to get certified in Black Stone City? I've never been here before, so I can go try it then," Caesar replied with a nod.

"There is, there is."

"We can go with you when the time comes; we don't have anything else to do anyway," Cologne and Reese said to Caesar with smiles.

"That would be perfect!" Caesar accepted with a smile.

The four of them chatted there, and soon, someone brought over delicious thick soup and food.

They ate while they talked.

Caesar also learned that Cologne and Reese were consecrated experts stationed at the Black Stone City branch of the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce, essentially permanent residents here.

If Caesar was going to stay in Black Stone City, it would indeed be good to build a decent relationship with them.

After all, their strength, status, and "local" status could help him live very well here.

Although in Caesar's world, social pleasantries weren't so prevalent—since in that kind of world, strength was king and everything was about fighting for humanity!

Everyone's goals and interests were aligned; otherwise, everyone would be finished!

On this point, there had to be unity!

This was also why, once a Fallen One—a so-called traitor—appeared in Caesar's world...

Then, what awaited them would be a heavy-handed strike!

They had to be nipped in the bud!

To avoid any future chaos.

Caesar himself had personally executed no fewer than a thousand Fallen Ones.

This wasn't a rare occurrence; one could even say there were many every year.

Especially among those frontline warriors.

The Land of Sighs... had always been a thorn in Hell's side.

Demon whispers, hellish corruption, illusions... in short, they tried to penetrate in every way possible.

Coupled with the high-pressure environment and the endless killing and guarding...

Someone's mind would always break, and someone would always have their weaknesses exploited.

Many times, this wasn't something that could be changed by human will.

Therefore, those who held on and managed to grow, if nothing else, could truly be said to have an iron will!

If you threw them into warhammer, they would be as loyal as could be!

With the intentional effort to get along, the atmosphere was very pleasant.

After tonight, they would continue their journey tomorrow.

They weren't far from Black Stone City now; according to the schedule, they would enter the city in the afternoon.

The journey was very smooth; Steward Reed had traveled this route many times.

These two consecrated experts were also practical people; although they didn't follow every single time, they would accompany the caravan in most cases.

It was also possible they were just heading to other cities for spending, entertainment, and the like.

The flag and emblem of the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce were indeed very intimidating, and with such a powerful guarding force, few fools dared to provoke them.

Even if there were, they were basically reckless idiots who didn't know the height of the sky.

That was simply seeking death!

When the city guards of Black Stone City saw them, they did a simple check, coordinated with Reed, and let them through directly.

Simply put, once they confirmed it was the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce, they let them pass.

Caesar followed the caravan to the Black Stone Branch of the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce.

"Alright, we've arrived. I have many things to handle, so it's perfect—let the two consecrated experts take you to the Magic Swordsman Guild to get certified first," Steward Reed said to Caesar.

"No problem, leave Brother Caesar to us!" Consecrated Reese said with a smile.

"Let's go~" Cologne tilted his chin slightly and led the way.

Caesar followed the two and soon arrived at the Magic Swordsman Guild.

As it was a top-tier profession, the Magic Swordsman Guild was also the largest, most impressive, and most luxurious one.

It looked very high-end.

There weren't many people coming and going.

However, the interior was not only spacious and tidy, but the receptionists and other service staff were all in uniform, neat and clean, and provided service with a smile.

"Hello! Is there anything I can help you with?" A fairly pretty receptionist girl greeted them with a smile.

The number of Magic Swordsmen was the smallest compared to other guilds.

Moreover, in Black Stone City, the number of Magic Swordsmen wasn't very large.

This resulted in it being quite quiet here.

When Caesar and the others entered, only a few people were walking around.

They all stopped to watch curiously when they saw Caesar and his group enter.

"Hey! Cologne, you two swordsmen have run into the Magic Swordsman Guild? What? Have you awakened an elemental talent?" A middle-aged man walked over with a smile; from his tone and attitude, he seemed to be on good terms with Cologne and the others.

"We just happened to return with the caravan and met a newly recruited consecrated expert of the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce on the way." Cologne said with a smile, then glanced at Caesar beside him: "A Magic Swordsman, here for the certification assessment."