Chapter 12: Dragon Seal · Master of Arms

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The queen’s sister acted with remarkable decisiveness. Early the next morning, over a dozen extraordinary professionals from various trades arrived punctually at the royal training grounds, summoned by the royal household.

Aifin guarded the two largest seaports on the northwest continent and was burdened with daily affairs. The queen merely made a brief appearance before entrusting the gathered professionals to Cohen.

Cohen’s gaze swept over the group; the queen’s sister clearly valued Cohen’s professional appointment greatly, recruiting only seasoned veterans.

Cohen pointed to a middle-aged man with a stiff expression and asked, “What is your profession?”

The man recognized the king and forced a humble smile, responding nervously, “Your Majesty, I am a ‘Blade Warrior,’ proficient with a curved sword.”

Cohen nodded and subtly signaled a nearby guard.

The guard turned and presented the man with an unsharpened curved sword, whispering, “Be careful, do not harm His Majesty.”

The man nodded repeatedly.

Cohen spoke, “Begin. Show me your finest skills. Perform well, and you shall be richly rewarded.”

The nervous man calmed considerably upon receiving the sword and began to meticulously demonstrate his technique.

Time flew by, and an hour passed in an instant.

“Ding!”

The familiar sound brought joy to Cohen’s heart; just like in his past life’s game!

Then came a series of electronic tones:

“‘Curved Sword’ proficiency level: Expert.”

Cohen waved for the man to stop, took the sword, and felt a sudden, instinctive connection—as if he had held it for many years.

He casually performed a few moves, causing the man’s face to register shock. For a moment, he even forgot whom he was addressing and asked, “Have you used a curved sword before?”

“Impudence!” a guard nearby scolded sharply.

The man quickly bowed, cold sweat breaking out on his back.

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Cohen waved off the guard and said, “It’s fine! Tanno, call the next one. This gentleman may leave for now. Give him an extra ten gold coins and tell him to keep this confidential.”

Tanno, the guard named, was Snape’s nephew. Cohen had instructed Snape to assign him as his trusted aide to provide cover—an absolutely loyal confidant.

Tanno took his orders and left.

Shortly after, another professional entered—a longbow-wielding elven ranger.

Another hour passed, and the familiar voice sounded again:

“‘Bows and Crossbows’ proficiency level: Expert.”

Similar events continued throughout the day—

“‘Longsword’ proficiency level: Expert.”

“‘Shield’ proficiency level: Expert.”

“‘Dual Hammer’ proficiency level: Expert.”

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Finally, after mastering more than ten weapons, a voice rang in Cohen’s ear that thrilled him:

“Host detected initiating the extraordinary profession trial—Dragon Mark: Master of Weapons!”

In his past life’s game, players could choose extraordinary professions beyond the official progression path. Some mysterious, powerful professions were exclusive to the human race, known as “Secret Classes.”

These “Secret Classes” had extremely stringent requirements for appointment.

Even among Secret Classes, the Dragon Mark: Master of Weapons was by far the most demanding and time-consuming to qualify for, yet also among the most powerful on the Magic Tide Continent.

The Dragon Mark: Master of Weapons was a dreamlike combination of magical prowess and weapon combat skills. It was one of the few professions capable of dual cultivation in magic and martial arts, and it wielded the power of dragons.

The dragon power originated from the dragon race at the top of the continent’s food chain, beings capable of challenging the gods—a pinnacle of power sought by every extraordinary being.

To qualify, one had to bear the blood of a dragon to inscribe the sacred mark and master over ten types of weapons.

For an ordinary person, mastering a single weapon required at least three years of practice, making ten weapons a thirty-year endeavor. Advancing to extraordinary status after that would exhaust one’s potential despite the profession’s strength.

Thus, native inhabitants rarely chose this path, and many considered it a mere legend recorded only in texts.

However, for players, this was not an issue. Mastery of weapons did not require long training but merely an hour of “AFK” practice with a skilled instructor to gain expert proficiency.

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Having achieved mastery of ten weapons, the next step was to inscribe the “Dragon Power Conversion Mark” on both hands using dragon blood. The technique for engraving this mark had been lost for over a thousand years, but for Cohen, it was no problem—the strategy guides of his past life were everywhere online.

The greatest obstacle for players advancing to this profession was obtaining dragon blood. Novice players in the starting village had no chance to access such a rare strategic resource.

But for Cohen, King of Aifin, it was not a problem at all. During the great turmoil that destroyed the capital in his previous life, players discovered that the royal treasury of Aifin contained a genuine vial of dragon blood!

It was precisely because of this vial that Cohen planned to take the Dragon Mark: Master of Weapons profession.

Though his extraordinary power had waned, Cohen’s soul perception remained keen. Without turning his head, he knew the queen had arrived.

The queen’s delicate face bore traces of fatigue, but her voice remained cold and composed:

“Has Your Majesty chosen an extraordinary profession?”

Hearing from a palace maid that Cohen had spent the entire day at the training grounds, the queen felt greatly relieved.

Cohen looked at the queen and sighed inwardly:

A powerful mage nearing legendary rank would never show such exhaustion from a day’s duties alone. For the queen to appear like this, it meant that using that one technique to disable a legendary high-rank mage came at a cost. The magic array that greatly amplifies power must have inflicted severe damage to body and mind.

Adair had always been this way—action over words. Before Cohen awoke his past memories, her coldness toward him likely stemmed from this.

Suppressing his emotions, Cohen replied:

“I don’t feel particularly drawn to any profession. I’ll follow your advice and choose Paladin.”

The queen was unsurprised and said:

“There is a legendary Paladin in the Elders’ Council who is also your late father’s cousin and student. Starting tomorrow, you will train under him.”

Cohen’s eyes flickered as the image of a burly, dark-skinned, muscular man—the Black Tower—flashed in his mind.

Haug Corion, his uncle. As someone who appreciated beauty, Cohen had never been close to his rugged uncle. Haug was a martial fanatic who listened only to their brother Victor Corion. Their interactions were limited to holiday meals.

In the past life’s game, Haug died protecting Cohen during the great turmoil and was one of the few Elders’ Council members Cohen could command.

Cohen had worried about how to conceal his treasure-hunting and exploration in the coming days, but with Uncle Haug, that problem was solved.

Cohen nodded quickly:

“Very well, sister, I will train diligently!”