When Lin Feng stepped onto the second floor, the space before him was considerably smaller than the first, about a hundred square meters, but the decor was much more refined.

The floor was covered in dark brown wood, and the walls were painted a warm yellow, adorned with several frosted glass wall lamps that cast a soft, even light.

Lin Feng scanned the entire floor; there was no counter, no reception desk, and no figures in deep blue uniforms.

Only a few sets of dark green suede sofas and matching coffee tables were placed by the window.

Ceramic jars sat on the coffee tables, filled with fresh wildflowers.

In the corner was a small tea station with a kettle and several porcelain cups on it.

Beside them was a jar of tea leaves, its lid half-open to reveal curled, dark green leaves.

Most striking was a row of glass cabinets lined up along the inner wall.

Each cabinet was small, roughly half a meter wide and half a meter high, containing only a single book.

The bronze covers were embossed with gold lettering that shimmered under the lights.

Lin Feng walked over and looked down at the first glass cabinet, which held a Class Change Book; the cover bore only two large characters: Warrior.

There was no specific introduction, no skill descriptions, and no attribute bonuses—only the solitary class name.

Beneath the name was a line of small text: Required Contribution Points: 500.

He moved to the second cabinet: Ranger, 550 points.

The third: Thief, 500 points.

The fourth: Healer, 1,000 points.

Lin Feng looked through them one by one, his brow furrowing slightly; they were all common classes, not a single rare one.

Warrior, Ranger, Thief, Healer, Mage, Archer... they were all the most basic first promotion classes.

His gaze stopped in front of one cabinet.

"Windchaser Archer," 600 Contribution Points required.

Two cabinets away was "Heavy Shield Guard," 800 Contribution Points required.

Lin Feng's mouth twitched slightly. 600 points versus 800 points—could their class strengths really be the same?

He complained silently to himself, then remembered that Arrow Eye and Wang Wu were standing right behind him; he wondered how they would feel seeing this.

Tie Dun leaned in. He first peered at the "Windchaser Archer" in the glass cabinet, then turned to look at Arrow Eye, a grin spreading from ear to ear as he began to chuckle.

The laughter wasn't loud, but the smug, annoying vibe could be smelled from three meters away.

"Arrow Eye," Tie Dun patted Arrow Eye on the shoulder, his tone full of schadenfreude. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Your Windchaser Archer isn't that great, huh? Only 600 points.

Look at the Heavy Shield Guard over there—800 points! Two hundred more! What does that tell you?

It means the Heavy Shield Guard is way stronger than the Windchaser Archer!"

Arrow Eye's face darkened. He didn't say a word, just turned his head and stared at Tie Dun with his habitually squinted eyes.

He stared for three seconds, then slowly raised his right hand, pressed his index and middle fingers together, and flicked Tie Dun on the forehead.

Tie Dun clutched his forehead and cried out in pain, stumbling back three steps and bumping into A Wang behind him.

A Wang pushed him away expressionlessly.

Wang Wu's face had also darkened.

Zhao Hu walked over and stood beside Lin Feng, his gaze sweeping across the glass cabinets one by one. After a moment of silence, he said in a low voice, "First promotion books cost between 500 and 1,000 Contribution Points each.

second promotion books are on the third floor. Only Gold-rank teams can go up there. I wonder how many points they cost."

Lin Feng nodded but didn't respond.

He continued walking along the glass cabinets and saw a few more familiar class names: Guardian, 600 points; Sorcerer, 850 points; Sharpshooter, 650 points.

Each class had a different contribution point cost, but none were lower than 500 or higher than 1,000. For common classes, this was the price.

Su Yurou stood before the last glass cabinet, looking at the word "Healer" inside with a calm expression.

Jiang Yelan didn't look at the glass cabinets. She leaned against the window with her arms crossed, her gaze falling on the streets of the commercial district outside, as if watching the passersby, yet also as if she were looking at nothing at all.

The group wandered around the second floor, but aside from the row of glass cabinets and a few sets of sofas, there was nothing.

There were no interactive elements.

Bronze-rank Teams could access the second floor, but it seemed to exist only to display these Class Change Books. To see higher-level items, one had to go to the third floor.

And the third floor required a Gold-rank team.

Lin Feng stood at the top of the stairs, glanced back at the row of glass cabinets, and turned to head downstairs.

In the first-floor hall, Selina was still sitting behind the counter, wearing that professional yet pleasant smile.

Seeing Lin Feng come down, she stood up and gave a slight bow. "Lord, are you satisfied with the second floor?"

Lin Feng nodded without comment.

He walked to the counter, ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) his gaze falling on the massive light screen panel.

There was still only one quest on the panel—Explore the Dungeon, gather intelligence.

The quest had no rank; Contribution Points and Copper Coins would be settled based on the value of the intelligence, with a minimum reward of ten Copper Coins.

"I'll take this quest," Lin Feng said.

Selina took out a piece of parchment from under the counter and placed it on the surface.

The basic information of the quest was printed on the parchment.

Explore the Dungeon, gather intelligence; Issuer: Adventurers Guild; Reward: Depends on intelligence value, minimum ten Copper Coins.

She drew a circle at the bottom and pointed. "The Lord just needs to sign here."

Lin Feng picked up a pen and signed his name.

The handwriting on the parchment flashed briefly, then dimmed, returning to the appearance of ordinary ink.

"Quest accepted," Selina said as she put away the parchment with a smile. "Good luck, Lord."

Lin Feng turned to face the group behind him. "Go back and prepare. We meet at the West Gate in half an hour."

Zhao Hu nodded. "Yes, sir."

The group filed out of the Adventurers Guild.

The morning sun shone on their faces, warm and pleasant, dissipating much of the oppressive feeling from the row of glass cabinets on the second floor.

Lin Feng walked at the very back. Standing at the guild entrance, he looked up at the flag atop the building.

The three large ancient seal script characters for "Adventurer" fluttered slightly in the morning breeze, the corner of the flag snapping against the pole with a soft slapping sound.

He withdrew his gaze and strode toward the Council Hall.