In fact, language is also divided into several levels. Modern English Level 8 exams, for example, are obviously of exactly the same nature as the warrior and mage level exams in this world.

In this world, there are significant differences in individuals’ combat abilities, so, just like official ranks, levels are established—this is necessary for large-scale management.

From what they say, Level 5 is the dividing line for warriors. Below Level 5, it’s all about tapping into the body’s potential; even soldiers from the original world could reach this level. But starting from Level 5, warriors gain power beyond the limits of ordinary people—this power is called battle energy.

In this world, diplomas and reputation are the two main standards of measurement. Reputation is built up slowly, while diplomas are the levels themselves. Although not always completely accurate, they are, to the greatest extent, a relatively fair way to measure a person’s abilities.

And testing for levels is not the exclusive privilege of the Mercenary Guild. If you’re a warrior, you go to the Temple of the God of War for testing. Under the supervision of the gods, there’s very little room for cheating, so across the continent, no matter the country, the value of such diplomas is generally recognized.

It’s just like the role of modern diplomas: the higher the diploma, the more likely you are to be hired by major nobles or wealthy merchants, and the work is relatively easy with higher pay. The hardest jobs are for the low-level mercenary groups, who take on the most dangerous and least rewarding tasks.

After the mercenary team finished drinking and chatting, they went upstairs to rest. After all, they needed a good rest before taking on some dangerous and exhausting missions.

Robert Miller glanced around the inn and realized there was nothing else to do.

Mrs. Miller said, “Alright, Robert Miller, go get some rest!”

Robert Miller nodded in agreement, and after that, he quickly slipped back to his own quarters.

It was a small storeroom with very poor lighting. The floor was covered with a thick layer of straw, and on top of it was a wild wolf pelt—that was his blanket.

In fact, this treatment wasn’t bad. Most apprentice workers only had straw; this wolf pelt was a gift from the kind-hearted Mrs. Miller.

There was a wooden box in the room. When opened, it contained copper coins.

The copper coins were bluish-green and felt very light in the hand. Even without a scale, it was clear they weighed about five grams each.

There were characters engraved on them. While working, Robert Miller had secretly learned a few words from Mr. Miller, and with the help of the adorable Ellen Miller, he could basically read and write.

On them was written: “Glory of the Kingdom of Aisk.”

There was also a strange flower pattern as decoration around the edge.

After counting, there were exactly ninety-two copper coins—just eight short of making up a silver coin. This was all the wealth Robert Miller had so far.

Chapter 4: The Inn (Part 2)

Lying on the wolf pelt, Robert Miller sorted through his memories for the second time.

As soon as he called out, a faint, tiny point of light suddenly appeared before his eyes, quickly enlarging into a semi-transparent data frame. The frame floated in his field of vision with a soft glow, and a large amount of data appeared before William Carter’s eyes.

Name: Robert Miller (James Carter)

Life Race: Human

Life Attributes: Strength 10 (10), Agility 15 (10), Constitution 10 (10), Intelligence 13 (10), Perception 15 (10), Charisma 15 (10)

For a normal adult man, 10 is the standard. Each additional point increases by 10%.

Agility at 15 means his reaction speed is about 1.6 times faster than an ordinary person. Constitution and strength are just at the passing mark. Intelligence at 13 is quite good—on a modern standard IQ test, the average is 100, so 13 points would be 133. Out of 100 people, about 5 would have this score. While not a genius, it’s still pretty good.

Perception actually reached 15, which is very strong, and charisma also reached 15—this body is that of a handsome young man!

Robert Miller breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, he remembered something that made his whole body tremble.

Previously, on Earth, he had already discovered some of the mysteries of the Shennong Horn: it could be used to plant plants, but had no special effects. Also, there was a number on the Shennong Horn: 1500.

To break through, a new plant not recorded by the Shennong Horn had to be introduced. But new plants were extremely hard to find. In the end, he relied on genetically modified seeds, which counted as new seeds, to break through.

But now, in this world, there should be seeds everywhere that the Shennong Horn doesn’t recognize!

Thinking of this, Robert Miller couldn’t stay lying down and quickly got up.

He opened the door and saw that it was night outside, the sky full of stars. Normally, most households would already be asleep, but today was the Harvest Festival, so some families still had precious oil lamps lit.

“Is anyone there?” Robert Miller gently knocked on his neighbor’s door.

The door creaked open, and a wrinkled head poked out. “It’s Robert Miller!”

The person who opened the door was a hunched woman—this was Mrs. Jenny. Although she already looked like an old lady, she was actually not yet forty-five. This was the toll of a hard life. “What do you need, Little Robert?”

“Mrs. Jenny, I’d like to borrow a small shovel!” Robert Miller said, using the excuse he’d thought up in advance. “I want to tidy up a patch of land out back tomorrow!”