At the thought of this possibility, Mike became somewhat interested.

A master would definitely know the abilities of his disciples.

However, a disciple might not necessarily know the master's abilities.

That is to say, Mike might not only learn all the skills of a professional mentor.

He might even learn one or two special skills.

This would definitely greatly enhance Mike's combat ability.

Even though Mike was already strong enough, who would refuse a greater upgrade?

He smiled and asked,

"Excuse me, if I'm not wrong, could this certificate be... a class change certificate?"

The king smiled and nodded,

"That's right, it's a class change certificate. Now it's yours."

As he said that, he handed the sheepskin scroll to Mike.

Mike smiled and reached out to take the sheepskin scroll. He opened it on the spot.

The little tree spirit, Stone, who had been lying on Mike's shoulder, leaned forward. Its eyes widened as it exclaimed,

"Wow, this is amazing."

Mike turned his head to look at the Stone. He raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile,

"What do you think?"

The little tree spirit, Stone, mimicked Mike's earlier behavior and narrowed its eyes. It pursed its lips and started to "analyze" seriously.

"Oh... I can't read."

Mike, "..."

The king, "..."

The princess, "..."

Why were you so excited if you couldn't read???

Mike rubbed his swollen temples and sighed.

"Forget it, I'll read it to you.

"Sometimes war is for peace, but it also dispels peace.

"Power never exist for the sake of killing.

"Protection is always stronger than plunder.

"Learning all the weapons in the world so that there will be no more weapons in the world."

After reading this paragraph, the king frowned and was silent for a moment.

"This passage... has touched me deeply. The person who wrote this passage is in a really high realm."

The little tree spirit, Stone, also nodded in agreement.

"I agree with your point of view."

Before Mike could speak, the princess covered her mouth and asked with a chuckle,

"You understand this passage?"

"I don't." the little tree spirit spread out his hands. He did not seem to feel that there was anything wrong with it.

Mike and the princess looked at each other and smiled helplessly.

He looked at the little tree spirit, Stone, and smiled.

"In the future, you will understand the meaning of this paragraph, but I hope you will never understand it."

Stone showed a dissatisfied expression and said, "I don't understand.

"Your words are a little similar to what you just said."

Mike shrugged and did not continue to say anything.

The king interrupted at the right time,

"God Slayer, I think you can try to meet the Weapon Master. Maybe you can learn some powerful skills from him.

"Don't forget, we may still need to go through another battle. The Trolls and Dwarves have long been restless.

"As long as you learn the skills of the Weapon Master, we will definitely teach the Trolls and Dwarves a harsh lesson!"

The princess was shocked when she heard this.

"What? The Trolls and Dwarves want to fight us?"

She, who had disappeared half a month ago, obviously did not know this news.

The king looked at Mike with a strange expression, but he did not say anything.

Mike, on the other hand, understood this look.

After all, the reason why this battle happened was because he had killed many NPCs in Victory City.

However, how could Mike admit his mistake at this time?

He pretended to be profound and said,

"I'm sorry, I think... If I use winning this war as a reason to look for the Weapon Master, he definitely won't accept me as a disciple."

The king was slightly stunned and asked, "Why? Haven't you already obtained this class change certificate?"

Mike pointed at the words on the sheepskin scroll and said,

"It's written very clearly on it."

The king looked at the words on the sheepskin scroll and frowned again.

After a long while, he still did not say another word.

Because he knew that he could not meet and achieve the realm and thoughts expressed on the sheepskin scroll.

No monarch was without ambition.

They were educated to let our human race become stronger day by day and to be wary of other races.

Having grown up in such an environment, almost every king was not a pacifist.

Mike knew this, and he did not expect the king to understand.

They had basically talked about everything, leaving only one question unasked.

"Then, where is this Weapon Master?"

This sentence pulled the king's thoughts back.

He revealed an expression of reminiscence and said,

"I remember that he should be in the Violet Valley."

"Alright, I got it." Mike nodded slightly.

Violet Valley was vast. It would not be easy to find a person.

However, Mike had never thought that it would be easy, so he could still accept it in his heart.

This time, he had really finished asking his questions. Mike directly took the small tree spirit, Stone, and left the palace.

The king looked at Mike's back with a hint of worry in his eyes.

The princess, on the other hand, was a little disappointed.

After this parting, no one knew when their next meeting would be.

..

After leaving the palace, the little tree spirit, Stone, which was lying on Mike's shoulder, asked,

"Friend, are we going to look for the Weapon Master next?"

Mike smiled and turned his head to look at his innocent friend, asking in return,

"Then how do you think we should look? The Violet Valley is very big."

The little tree spirit, Stone, asked curiously,

"How big?"

"About the size of a hundred Tree Spirit Villages," Mike casually gave an example.

Although the little tree spirit did not know how much a hundred was, he knew that it was a very big number, at least much bigger than five.

It showed a surprised expression.

"That's really too big. I'm afraid we won't be able to find the Weapon Master that easily."

"Yeah, so I thought of a good idea." Mike stood in front of a building with a smile.

This was a shabby bar. Mike had been to this bar countless times before he was reborn.

Plus, he had been here a few times after he was reborn.

He pushed open the wooden door of the bar, and the shabby wooden door immediately creaked.

Obviously, the wooden door had not been maintained for a long time, and the bartender who was quietly wiping his glass did not seem to care about the sound of the wooden door and the new customers.

Similarly, Mike did not care much about the bartender.

After entering the bar, he looked straight into a corner.

Although the lights were dim, Mike still easily found his target.

Because he liked to sit in that corner most of the time.

Mike walked over with a smile and sat opposite the man very naturally. He shouted to the bartender,

"Hello, please give this gentleman a glass of rum and put it on my bill."

The little tree spirit, Stone, glanced at the man and could not help but ask Mike,

"Who is he?"

Mike did not answer but just looked at the man with a smile.

When the man heard this, he raised his head to look at Mike and revealed a drunken smile.

"Isn't this the respected Lord God Slayer?"

"Why, do you finally want to change your class to become a handsome sharpshooter?"