As far as I know, everyone is given a rather difficult task from a trainer before they change jobs, whether it's to take down a group of kobold bandits, to steal a secret letter, to capture wanted criminals, eliminate demons, and so on.

These job assignments weren't easy to complete, and they were dangerous – I almost lost my life while doing them.

As a result, almost all of them feel great joy when they make a successful career change because they have put in hard work, endured dangerous trials, proven their abilities, and received the rewards they deserve.

This time, though, the situation seemed a bit special, and a stubborn guy was shouting hoarsely

"Let Me Go",

"Help",

Words like "I don't want to change jobs" don't sound like a job change, but like a pig with its head tied to four hooves ready to be slaughtered.

This unnatural shout immediately aroused my curiosity, and I looked in the direction from which it came to see a tall, burly minotaur warrior being held by the arms of four paladins wearing the insignia of the Order of the Stars, walking in front of the parish saint Milia Batsfia on the bulletin stand.

Honestly, not so much so

"Let's go", rather

"Drag it away" is a bit more appropriate. This minotaur pouted his round and full big **, and desperately fell down, wishing that he couldn't sit on the ground and not get up.

He struggled to get out of the hands of the four paladins, and he struggled so hard that even his tail was twisted into a twist from overexertion.

However, all his efforts were in vain, and the four brightly armored paladins with solemn expressions were all level sixty strong, and the struggles of the minotaur warriors were as weak as the slapstick of young children in their eyes.

Their arms did not waver in the slightest, and their steps remained neat and firm. Looking at their reverent and admiring expressions, I think they don't care what they're dragging at the moment - whether it's dragging a person or a bag of oats, these people who are full of faith in their hearts will probably complete their task as meticulously as they do now.

In our lives, we can meet surprising and unexpected encounters everywhere, and this time is no exception.

Even if I glanced at it from a distance, I could already recognize exactly who the minotaur who was about to become a paladin was - he was the first airborne, adventurous companion and comrade-in-arms I had met since I left Campunavia, the physically strong and somewhat sluggish long-horned warrior Niu Million.

In fact, recognizing him could not be easier. Wherever he goes, he has a dizzying string of names on his head, like a moving sign, which can catch your eye for the first time no matter where he is.

Where there are millions of cows, there is never a shortage of lively scenes and laughter. It's like now, people walking on the streets of the city see this

"The world's No. 1 hero, hero, knight, grandmaster", the self-proclaimed minotaur giant man was dragged on the ground like a Sarai child, many people couldn't help but hide their faces and laugh, and many young ladies laughed out loud.

Their laughter made me feel embarrassed - anyway, the guy who was being laughed at was my friend after all.

But despite this, looking at his pouting and red-eared appearance, the corners of my mouth couldn't help but bend upwards into a big arc.

It didn't take long for Niu Million to be dragged to the bulletin stand, and he was forced to kneel in front of Miss Buttersphia by the four paladins.

Until this time, he had not given up struggling, shaking his head, knees and two hooves violently and trying to dig on the ground, and his mouth was still noisy: "I don't want to change jobs!" Where is GM? It's so unethical......" Ms. Milia Batsfia did not show any displeasure in his fierce reaction.

This is a dignified, kind, and kind middle-aged woman, and in Reed City, anyone who is approved to transform into a paladin will be sent to her to receive the blessings and approval of the Most High God.

At this time, this venerable lady had slowly paced in front of Niu Million, looked at this alien man with her seemingly divine, solemn and charitable eyes, smiled and nodded, and stretched out her right hand to hang above his head: "The ancient and the present, the earth-shattering, the unparalleled in the world, and the invincible in the world...... The beautiful boy of the turbid world is a beautiful young man...... The cow is full of energy, the cow is full of strength, the cow is strong, the cow is as strong as the back of the ox, the tiger is on the bull plate, the cow is sinking, the goose is flying, the dragon is flying, the cow is dancing, the cow is a million, the cow is a million, and the cow is a million......" Ms. Buttersfia said the full name of the cow million in one breath - which somewhat surprised me.

I have also tried to read his name in one breath, but at most I only read less than half of it and I was about to suffocate, it was really difficult for this respectable middle-aged woman to have such a long breath, not only to finish such a long name in one go, but also the voice was quite loud, and the degree was always unhurried, this one alone was enough for me to admire for a long time.

“…… Thank you, Alien warrior from afar, for your timely delivery of a desperate letter to where it should be, which will save the lives of thousands of innocent people from brutal and bloody aggression, and that your loyalty, tenacity, and love are admirable......"

"Let go of my ......" Niu Million's rude hiss rang out inopportunely, muffling out part of the priestess's voice.

It wasn't until he stopped talking for a moment that I could hear what Ms. Buttersfia was saying again: "...... Faith is not a wall that separates us, but a bridge that connects us. Although you have the blood of Mother Earth in your veins, your righteous deeds and courageous deeds have proven to us that you are worthy to bear the light of the Most High God and become a noble and brave paladin. I declare ......"

"I don't want it......" Niu Million was still resisting loudly.

“…… Bless you in the name of the high God, and give you courage and firmness......"

“…… I don't want to change to a paladin......"

“…… You're already a glorious paladin......"

“…… If I had known, I wouldn't have done this task......"

“…… For honor, for loyalty, for victory! After saying this last sentence, the same purple aura came out of Lady Batsfia's hand, enveloping the cow in it.

In Niu Million's humiliated and helpless screams, he finally succeeded in transforming into a heroic and noble paladin.

It was the most solemn inauguration ceremony I had ever witnessed, and like everything else associated with the Most High God, it was solemn and elegant, and it was full of the all-pervading majesty of the High God.

Ironically, the only one who doesn't match this ceremony is the protagonist of this ceremony - Niu Million, who has successfully changed jobs.

From beginning to end, he struggled and screamed, reluctantly, embarrassed and tasteless, and did not see the slightest sublime consciousness of devotion to faith and gods.

After watching this lively show, the people on the street immediately dispersed, going out of the city to fight monsters, setting up stalls in situ, seeking revenge and fighting, and returning the task.

Everything returned to its original chaotic and calm and orderly state, and the grand transfer ceremony was like a stone being thrown into the lake, only a small wave mark was temporarily waved, and in an instant it was covered by the calm surface of the lake, as if nothing had been born.