The second young man left dejectedly.
Seeing this, the third young man couldn't help but smack his lips. When Beta looked at him, he immediately straightened his back and said loudly: "Your Excellency, I'm a useless piece of trash, but if I can become a Professional, I'll have my own abilities and won't be useless anymore. I'm still young, ten years isn't a big deal for me"
Beta nodded, and the third young man sighed in relief.
The fourth young man immediately followed up: "Your Excellency, I also want to become stronger, but my real wish is to find a chance to spend time with that beautiful lady. Since I can't fool you, I'll quit myself. I hope you can forgive me. "
This was the truth. Beta had already guessed that someone would be willing to become a coachman because of Shirley, just like the second young man.
Seeing the fourth young man's slightly nervous expression, Beta waved his hand and let him leave.
The young man sighed in relief, bowed, and quickly walked out of the room.
Beta looked at the remaining two young men. One wanted revenge, and the other wanted to stand out.
Needless to say, the young man's intention was better, and the two of them showed similar external conditions. Beta looked at them, thought for a while, and then asked: "If, after you become a Professional, you might lose some freedom, and even if you no longer work as a coachman, you still won't be able to completely escape my control, what do you think?"
"It doesn't matter, as long as I can get revenge" the first young man said in a calm tone.
The second young man thought for a while and said: "In this world, there will always be restrictions, even the king can't do whatever he wants. I'm willing to accept your command and dispatch, Your Excellency"
These two were both excellent talents. Although they didn't have the talent to become Professional, with the Round Table Knight System, even an idiot could become a Professional, it was just a difference in growth and potential.
These two were at the level of a normal person, and after being appointed as Professional, although they weren't extremely talented, they were still above average. Moreover, with the existence of the quest system, their growth rate was far higher than that of ordinary professionals.
Beta thought for a moment and smiled, "Alright, the two of you are accepted. However, I only need one coachman. The other one will temporarily be my caravan's guard."
The two youths heaved a sigh of relief. After all, they weren't a hundred percent confident that they could move this noble young man in front of them and make him their coachman.
"Tell me your name and identity," Beta asked Jessica to serve two cups of water and said lightly.
Although the water was in their hands, neither of them dared to drink it. The first young man looked rather delicate and pretty, a typical blonde and blue-eyed handsome young man. However, there was a hint of ruthlessness on his face, which slightly ruined his temperament.
"My name is Cyril, the only son of the Constance family." The youth stared at Beta as he spoke. He spoke very slowly, but anyone could tell that his heart was filled with anger and indignation. "Although my father's rank is not high, only a viscount, my family is very rich. A year ago, my parents suddenly died. They were diagnosed with a contagious disease, but I know very well that they were poisoned. A year later, my family's property was invaded and divided by different families. Now, there's not much property in my family that they can plot against. If I don't take action soon, my life might be in danger. "
The other young man nodded and said, "I've heard of that. To some extent, the Constance family has become a secret that cannot be talked about."
Cyril turned his head abruptly and asked, "Do you know any gossip?"
"You can call me Walcott," the third young man replied with a smile. After all, the two of them were on the same side. Even if they couldn't be best friends, it wouldn't be a problem for them to be acquaintances. "You should know everything I know. After all, I'm just the son of a rich family. There's no way for me to get in touch with the real core area of Harvey City."
Cyril sighed in disappointment.
Beta, on the other hand, was puzzled. "I'm very curious. Why didn't the person who poisoned your parents kill you too? I think every noble would know the phrase 'to cut the weeds and eliminate the roots'. "
Cyril's expression instantly turned angry. "I think he used me as a warning. Those who offend him will become like me. Their property will be slowly invaded, and in the end, I will become a noble, a beggar, and freeze to death on the streets in winter under the mocking and scornful gazes of the public."
At the thought of that, Cyril felt a surge of rage surge to the top of his head. Of course, his rage was also tinged with fear. After all, he knew very well just how miserable he would be if he were to fall to that point.
Therefore, becoming a professional was the only way for him to struggle. Also, following someone who was obviously a High Noble would at least increase his safety.
Walcott shook his head slightly and then empathized with him. His family was just a rich family. Although compared to ordinary people, they were considered high and mighty, among the nobles, they were at the bottom of the pyramid, just like Cyril's family. His father relied on his talent in socializing and lived a stable life. But who knew if he would encounter the same thing as Cyril one day.
After all, this world was a survival of the fittest. If one was not strong enough, one would be eaten up by others sooner or later.
For many people, Cyril was a trouble. After all, he had a blood feud with others. If Beta accepted this person, he would definitely arouse the hostility of Cyril's enemies. It would be like finding an enemy for himself. But Beta didn't care.
No matter how powerful the forces in the city were, they couldn't be higher than the lords. Beta himself was also a Lord, so in terms of noble rank, he had the upper hand against anyone in the city. Most importantly, he was a Master Professional, and Shirley was also a Master Professional. If the two of them joined forces, without any scruples, it wouldn't be difficult for them to destroy the entire city. In this world, identity was very important, but what was more important was one's own strength.
For example, Beta only had a territory but no soldiers. Logically speaking, he didn't have any ability to compete with other nobles. But he alone could resist the strength of more than a hundred cavalrymen, and he also had the help of Shirley and Jessica.
When two Master professionals worked together, the superimposed combat power was not as simple as one plus one equals two.
"Cyril, you can be the coachman. Walcott, I will give you a mission. You will follow my caravan and protect them. When your strength increases, I will give you a new position and mission … Do you two have any objections? "
Looking at Beta, who seemed to be friendly but exuded a noble and intimidating aura, the two young men shook their heads vigorously.
They knew very well that they were very lucky to be able to become professionals. They knew that they didn't have the qualifications to be picky.
"Then, the next step is to make you professionals." Beta turned his head and looked to the side. "Jessica, I'll leave the rest to you."
Hearing this, Jessica, who was cleaning the room, immediately wiped her hands with a towel. Then, she picked up an ordinary iron sword and put it on the two young men. When the pale golden magic light disappeared, the two young men who were kneeling on one knee had become Inferior Knight.
They stood up and looked at their hands in surprise. They stamped their feet from time to time, feeling the changes in their bodies.
Jessica snorted. In fact, she didn't like these young nobles. After all, when she was a little beggar, she was often bullied and cursed by these young nobles.
After the two young men were shocked, Beta slowly explained to them the abilities and growth potential of Inferior Knight, and even the mission system.
After a while, the two young men left the hotel in a daze. It was not because they were disappointed or disappointed, but because they were too surprised. The reality was better than they had imagined.
The two young men went their separate ways at a fork in the road. Cyril returned home, still in a daze.
The Constance Family had declined. Although the manor was still there, there was not much furniture left.
Cyril sat in the empty living room. Even now, he still didn't feel real.
He became a coachman and a professional. Also, according to his master, the Knight of the Round Table was extremely powerful. Not only did he have talent skills and special abilities, but he also had the "mission system" that could greatly accelerate his growth. It was safe to say that as long as he didn't die in an accident during his growth, every Knight could become a Master or even a Legendary in their lifetime.
Legendary! Cyril couldn't help but feel his blood boil when he thought of that.
Cyril couldn't imagine how powerful a Legendary-rank professional was, but he knew that a Legendary-rank professional could definitely make him a top-notch noble. Most importantly, he didn't need to reach the Legendary-rank. As long as he reached the Master-rank, he would have the capital to take revenge.
His master looked very young, but he was already a Master. Even if he was not as talented as his master, it wouldn't be too late for him to take revenge after he became a Master in five or ten years.
Thinking of this, Cyril laughed foolishly. At this time, his old butler came back from outside. He looked tired, but his eyes flashed with joy when he saw his young master. Then, he sighed and said, "Master, you're back. I have something bad to tell you. We're out of money … The food we have at home can't last us more than a week. "
Hearing this, Cyril frowned. He was about to say something when he was suddenly surprised.
This was because he saw a sentence written in light green on the right side of his field of vision.
NORMAL Mission: Before reporting to Master, earn five silver coins for the butler's food rations.
He had to report to Master as a coachman the day after tomorrow, which meant that he still had a day and a half. It wasn't difficult for him to earn five silver coins in a day and a half. This was because there were no restrictions or methods.
Is this the task that brings growth potential? Cyril laughed out loud, making the butler look puzzled.