Heaven's Greatest Professor

Chapter 88: Runesmith

"I'm somewhat of a runesmith myself."

"You are joking," Miss Arden said, clearly not believing the words.

Warden smiled and took the real spear from her hand. He infused some amount of energy into it and checked. Although the scripts were hidden from prying eyes, he could somewhat detect them through the benefits they provided.

"There are four-by-six empowering scripts, two-by-four amplification scripts, and the restoration shell is barely one-by-six. Unfortunately, the spear could have used more shells to be of better benefit. I guess the one who made this was somewhat new to runesmithing," Warden said, and found Miss Arden's face turning red. "Other than that, there were some enchantments on the spear.

I guess that is through the special forging process and the fire used to forge it."

Miss Arden's eyes widened sharply, and the same calculated look appeared in her eyes.

"Did I make any wrong assumptions?" Warden smiled. "It has been some time since I had done any real runesmithing, so my hands are quite clumsy, I guess."

"Other than the terms you use, you are mostly right," Miss Arden said grudgingly. "We call the four-by-six shell a tier-4 shell."

"I guess I am not from around here," Warden said and shrugged. "Regardless, this spear would do for now. What is the price of it?"

"360 iron-grade essence gems," the redheaded woman announced, causing Warden to frown.

Essence gems were basically purified and refined beast cores assembled into small gem-like shapes, which could be used to recover one's energy and stamina, as well as to power all sorts of array formations. Essence gems were the prime article for rankers to do business.

For example, 100 gold equaled one iron-grade essence gem. So, the 360 iron-grade essence gems were like 18 months of his remuneration from the academy. Warden couldn't help but sigh. He hadn't even gotten the first month's remuneration yet. No wonder Jason said the pay was shit.

"Our organization is always in demand for a competent runesmith," Miss Arden said. "We would be delighted to have you in our ranks, though some processes are in place for acquisition. What tier runesmith are you?"

Warden shrugged again. He didn't even test that. "I know I can do better than the scripts on that spear."

"Impossible!" Miss Arden seemed needlessly aggressive when she said that.

"How about I show you proof?"

The redheaded woman agreed. "Let's go to the forging room, then."

"No need, I can show you here," Warden said, prepared to draw the empowering script in the air. "I hope you know your thing and can judge it."

The scripts on the spears were mostly elementary, joined together to make a somewhat complicated shell. The four-by-six shell meant there were three layers and six rows of the same script in place, meaning twenty-four in total. Warden could do double that if needed, but there was no need for a show-off.

He crafted three layers of perfectly symmetrical empowering scripts one by one, under the dumbfounded gazes of Jason and Miss Arden. Jason, of course, didn't know anything better, only impressed by the reaction the redhead was giving.

The woman already had her eyes transfixed on the semi-corporeal scripts in mid-air, as Warden finished the craft within a few minutes.

"You are a master?" Miss Arden said. "Why haven't you told us that before? There wouldn't have been any need for all this farce if you had just said so."

Warden smiled, unsure of what would term someone as a master. Internally, he felt like he could draw dozens of layers, though his low attributes might restrict him.

"So, about those alloys?"